Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

Damien

I sat in my office, a sly smile playing on my lips as I ruthlessly combed through my computer files. My fingers danced across the keyboard, swiftly navigating through folders and documents. With each click, my excitement grew as memories of last night flooded my mind.

Smiling.

I had left earlier to attend to urgent matters concerning the silly gadget announcement.

Sighing, I heaved out a breath as I multitasked, scrolling through my phone, my eyes darting between the screen and my computer monitor. I effortlessly switched between apps, checking emails, messages, and my social media notifications. And just then the corners of my mouth curled upward in satisfaction as I saw the news online.

“Breaking News: The Gadget Innovation Company declines business partnership with Alexander Smith and welcomes an exciting new business partner with the well-known Damien Albrecht, the recent owner and CEO of PowerTech Innovation Company”

I paused on what I was doing, smiling as I dialed Michael’s number.

“Yeah, sir,” he said, picking up on the first ring.

“You saw the news, right?”

“Yeah, sir,” he said, echoing each word with a quick response.

“I believe you already know what to do,”

“Yeah, sir, we’ll set up a meeting with them right away,” he answered obediently, his tone tinged with fear.

Nodding, I ended the call and tossed my phone on the desk. My face lit up with a huge smile. Not even up to two minutes, my phone started buzzing on the desk.

Who could that possibly be?

Pasito….

“Yes, buddy,” I picked up the call and pressed the phone to my ear.

“We found out the person behind Enzo Jones,” my ear perked up instantly, and I leaned forward, my curiosity getting the best of me.

Noticing the silence, he continued. “You were right,” he said with a hint of anger in his voice, “it’s Alexander Smith.”

The name echoed repeatedly in my mind, instantly fueling my curiosity more. “They’ve been smuggling out a ton of your products and making a hefty profit off of it.” The revelation sent a surge of adrenaline through my veins, causing me to grit my teeth in anger.

Alexander Smith…. That motherfucker!

“Damn!” I screeched, my voice filled with disbelief and frustration. The sound of my palm hitting the desk echoed in the room as anger surged through me. “How is that even possible?”

I heard him sigh from the other end, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and helplessness. “We have no idea,” he said, his words tinged with exasperation. It was clear that the revelation had caught him off guard as well, leaving us both puzzled about how that coward had managed to carry out such a scheme without our knowledge.

“Send some men to track that coward down!!!”

“I have sent them, but Alexander is nowhere to be found till now,” Pasito retorted, his frustration seeping into his words.

Missing….. Alexander!

That fool…. How?

“Fine, what about Enzo? I am sure he will have an idea where the coward is hiding,”

There was a silence at the other end, and that only fueled my anger. “Pasito!!” I exclaimed, my voice filled with impatience.

“Sorry, but Enzo couldn’t survive the beating,” he whispered, “He is dead,”

“Damnit!” I growled, feeling my anger boiling over. In a fit of frustration, I angrily smashed my phone against the wall, the sound of impact reverberating through the room. “Fuck it!” I muttered, rubbing the edge of my nose in exasperation. I then rubbed my palms together, trying to release some of the pent-up frustration that had built within me.

Pacing around in anger, ransacking my mind on where exactly that coward could be hiding, I was consumed by anger. Just then, I heard a commotion in the corridor outside my office door. The sound of voices grew louder, and suddenly, the door was forcefully pushed open.

“Please wait! Mr. Damien is…….”

Snapping my head at that instant, my eyes widened as I turned to see Mr. Daniel Harlow fuming in anger, his face red with frustration. Beside him stood a terrified Micheal, his eyes wide with fear. Concealing my expression quickly, I let out a light cough.

“Sir… Sir… Please, I tried to stop him,” Micheal pleaded, his voice trembling with fear. His words came out in a stammer as he desperately tried to explain himself.

Clearing my throat, I waved at him to leave, “But sir….”

“Get out!!”

He nervously nodded and hurried out of the office, closing the door behind him, leaving me alone with a furious-looking Daniel Harlow, my wife’s father.

“And how can I help you, Daniel?” I asked, motioning toward the chair in front of my desk. “Would you like to take a seat or prefer to continue standing?” I raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on my lips.

“You bloody bastard!!!” he roared, his voice filled with anger as his fists clenched tightly. “We had an agreement!”

Fuck! I am clearly not in the mood for this, Daniel.

“You came here for this,” I responded, my brow furrowing in irritation. “You should know better, Daniel, that my presence will have a more meaningful impact on this company than yours.”

“You bastard!”

“You should be grateful, Daniel. I’m doing you a favor,” I pointed out, feeling the urge to lash out but instead choosing to rub my jaw to hold myself back.

Looking at him, I felt a pang of sympathy for him.

“Which favor, you monster!!” he screeched, but I couldn’t help but smile, refraining myself from doing anything stupid. “Go live and correct that. You’re supposed to stick to the rules,” he yelled.

“And what if I said no?”

“Don’t test my patience, be reasonable for once!”

Laughing, I leaned back to look at him. “Are you reasonable, Daniel?” I smirked. “You, who married off your daughter because of your dead reputation.” I couldn’t help but infuriate him a little, enjoying the look on his wrinkled face.

“YOU!” he yelled, his voice filled with a mix of anger, hatred, and regret. “You tricked me,” he mumbled, the pain evident in his voice.

But instead, I laughed out, adjusting my tie. “Leave my office, Daniel Harlow,” I said, my face changing instantly to a stoic expression.

Enough of the banter!

I might have felt a pang of sympathy for him earlier but right now…… not anymore! He doesn’t have the right to shout or threaten me.

“Why did you go against the rule?” he asked, glaring fiercely at me. “How did I even fall for your silly trap?”

“A desperate time calls for desperate measures,” I replied with a cold smile, my gaze fixed on him. “If you want answers, perhaps you should direct your questions to a whore of your daughter, the one who made the announcement.”

“YOU!!!” he barked. “Don’t you dare call my daughter names? She is still your wife!” he exclaimed, his anger palpable.

Wife?

Who is he even talking about? Ashley or the fool of a stepdaughter.

Wait a minute! Does he think it was Ashley? Really?

I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm in the face of his outburst. “Leave my office,”

“It was my office, Damien!”

With a mocking cold smile, I clenched my teeth in anger and rubbed my jaw in frustration before I snapped my sharp gaze at him and said, “Yours before, but is mine now, so get out!” My words carried a snarl, causing him to flinch back slightly.

Regret and anger swirled in his gaze.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“I regret every bit of this,” he said, feeling a pang of remorse. “I shouldn’t have desperately hurried to marry her off because I still lost everything.” As tears welled up in his eyes, I simply nodded in agreement. Meeting his sharp glare, I couldn’t help but mockingly remark, “Yes, you shouldn’t have acted so foolishly.”

“Don’t forget, I still have those contracts. I will sue you, Damien Albrecht,” he snarled, his tone filled with anger and threat. The mention of my name, Damien Albrecht, only fueled my own anger.

No one is threatening Damien Albrecht, not even my father!

Slowly rising from my chair, a cold, dreadful smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I locked my fierce gaze on him. “Who makes the law here, Daniel?” I retorted, my voice dripping with confidence. “Do you really think you can sue me?”

“Don’t test my patience, Damien Albrecht,” he spat, his words laced with venom. I couldn’t help but smirk, noticing how he tried to maintain a straight posture in a feeble attempt to hide his nervousness. It was clear to me that he was struggling not to cower and desperately searching for a corner to hide.

He must have forgotten who I am.

I took a step closer, my hand firmly gripping his collar, intensifying the fear that coursed through his body. He couldn’t hide his terror as I leaned in, my breath hot against his quivering face. With a snarl, I warned him in a low, menacing voice, “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Daniel. You’re well aware that I have the power to end your life in an instant, and no one would dare question it.”

“You mon….. monster!” He stammered.

However, a smile spread across my face, and at that very moment, the door was violently pushed open, accompanied by a loud piercing scream that sent shivers down my spine. “Dam… ien!”

“Da…. Dad,”