Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

Olivia

I was filing my nails while sitting on the couch when *beep* suddenly a message popped up on my screen. Out of curiosity, I dropped the nail file on the small glass table in front of me and quietly picked up my phone. I clicked on the message and boom… It took me to a passage on Instagram from one of my favorite bloggers.

“Mr. Damien and his wife were spotted in the Wanderlust boutique this afternoon. That’s so exciting! Did you happen to see them yourself or did you hear it from someone else?” The blogger wrote under a picture capturing Damien and of course, my half-sister in front of the boutique hand in hand walking inside through the boutique door.

Wait, isn’t Wanderlust one of the biggest feminine boutiques in the world? No way!!! Damien wouldn’t need a female dress, so it’s obvious that he took that woman shopping. But for what exactly?! This news feels like a sharp sword slicing through my heart.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

As I clicked on the comments, a rush of annoyance flooded over me, like waves crashing against the shore. But then, something even more intrusive happened. Anger surged through my veins, intensifying with each passing moment. It felt like a storm brewing inside me, ready to unleash its full force. I couldn’t believe what I was reading, and it was as if the world around me faded away, consumed by my overwhelming fury.

**Aw, I saw her today in the boutique when I came to pick up a dress and honestly, she looks so stunning**

**Awn, I wish to find someone like Damien who will love me so dearly as he is doing to his wife**

**Damn, this girl is so lucky!”

**Yes, yes, they came to my boutique today, she is so so calm and humble. I am so sure Daniel Harlow is the happiest father right now**

As I read through the comments, waves of anger crashed over me, causing my body to tremble in disgust. I could feel my grip on my phone tightening as if I wanted to crush it in my hands. They all love her, don’t they? She’s the well-known daughter, while my mom and I were hiding from the public eye despite being part of the family member…. Daniel Harlow is the happiest, huh, hahaha! That’s laughable! Do they also know that she stripped him of everything?

I let out a bitter snort, things seem to be getting better for her no matter how much stunt I pull out there. Anger burned inside me, bubbling up like steaming water. Just as I was consumed by my frustration, the door swung open, and Mason walked in. He plopped down on the couch, but I ignored him, my gaze fixated on the phone in my hand, fighting the urge to smash it against the wall.

“Olivia, you didn’t tell me you were coming,”

“Olivia….. Olivia!”

Startled, I jolted upright, abruptly pulled out of my thoughts by the gentle shake of someone. Raising my head, I let out a sigh as I realized it was Mason. “Oh, you’re back,” I mumbled, reaching over to switch off my phone.

He stared at the phone, then back at me, his eyes filled with confusion. “You didn’t mention that you were coming. How did you even get in?” he asked, taking a seat beside me. Glaring at him, I let out a tired sigh. “I have a spare key, Mason,” I replied, my voice laced with frustration.

“Oh!” He scratched his neck nervously. “What’s got you all fired up on your phone?” he asked, his curiosity evident as he peered at my screen.

“Where did you go?” I asked, pretending as if I hadn’t heard his question at first.

“I asked you a question, Olivia,” he said, eyeing me intently. “Alright, alright,” I grumbled. “I just saw on the news that Damien and that girl went to Wanderlust Boutique,” I sighed, leaning back on the couch. I felt him stiff beside me all of a sudden but I brushed it off and let out a dreadful sign.

“I know you won’t understand exactly what I mean,” I vented, my frustration seeping into my words. “No matter how hard I try to get her out of my mind, she’s always there, flaunting her lovey-dovey moments with him on my damn screen. It’s infuriating!”

Mason was oddly quiet, and I could sense his hesitation as he shrugged his shoulders after a few minutes. “I’m sure they were just showing off, nothing serious,” he reluctantly said, causing me to snap my head towards him. “How?” I questioned, my curiosity piqued.

“Remember, we’re talking about a bloody ruthless mafia,” he added, but I just shook my head in disagreement. “Pretense can still lead to love, you know. Come on… don’t you get it?” I snapped back at him, frustration lacing my words.

“He can’t love her, never! Not under my nose,” I added, my voice filled with determination and a touch of defiance.

“So, what do you wanna do now?” he asked, a tricky smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “Do you still love her?” I inquired, my curiosity evident in my voice.

“What? Olivia?” he quickly defended, but I couldn’t help but smirk. “Come on, I won’t be angry,” I said, gently taking his hands in mine, trying to reassure him.

“I… I… Olivia, just stop,” he sighed, his voice filled with exasperation. He slowly pulled his hands away from mine and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

“I get it, you still want her back, and that’s where we need a plan,” I replied, nodding in understanding. It was clear that he was still holding onto feelings for that winch and that seemed like a perfect plan for me to dive in.

“A plan, how?” He turned to look at me, confusion etched on his two deep black eyes.

“Yeah, you want that girl and I want him,” I blurted out, smirking nastily at the end.

His eyebrow furrowed as he scowled, looking confused. “Wait, who are you talking about? Who is ‘him’ and ‘her’?”

“I want Damien,” I announced, earning a loud gasp from Mason. He couldn’t help but burst into laughter, but I just smiled confidently and relaxed back on the couch.

Seeing the seriousness on my face, he stopped and gaped at me in surprise. “Wait, are you being serious right now?”

“I always mean business, Mason. You get her, and I get him. The fact remains that in the end, we both get what we want,” I explained, but he shook his head at me.

“I don’t think she will want that, Olivia,” he said with a downcast tone. “What if he loves Damien?” he added. I paused for a moment, deeming his words.

A silence stretched between us, I could feel the sudden tension in the air before I finally cleared my throat drawing his attention. “A woman who still keeps the necklace that represents the symbol of her love with her ex and even went to the extent of wearing them to a night out with her husband… is still in love with her ex,” I smirked, patting his face as he kept mute and just continued looking at me talk.

“Make her want you more? Well, as a man, you know what to do,” I replied with a mischievous grin.

“What about you, how will you do this?” he asked, earning a mischievous grin from me. “I always get what I want, remember?” I flashed him a seductive smirk. He shook his head naughtily and smiled back.

“I wonder how those hyping her will feel once they find out that their humble, sweet girl didn’t sleep with Damien but with a man old enough to be her grandfather at a hotel room?” I grinned, tapping my jaw thoughtfully.

“You know nobody will believe you,” I turned to look at him. “You have no evidence, remember the clip was in black and white and the face of that man in the video wasn’t that clear,” Mason points out, causing my jaw to clench as I grit my teeth in anger. Realization hitting me hard like a ton of bricks.

However, a dark shadow fell on the half side of my face, my anger bubbling inside as I pulled my gaze away from Mason. Suddenly, a dangerous smile crept onto my face as an idea clicked in my head. “Yes, there is no evidence, but I still think I have something that could ruin her and grab Damien’s attention towards me,” I whispered, my voice filled with determination. I knew that if I played my cards right, I could turn the tables and destroy her for real. It was time to put my plan into action and show them all who I really was.

Hahaha! Let’s do it my way then.