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Diana's POV The hall is quiet when I step onto the stage. Soft music plays, and I do what I came here to do—move, smile, keep the crowd entertained.People watch closely, some with too much interest, others with mild curiosity.And then my eyes land on Alessandro Moretti. The ruthless, feared, arrogant mafia boss. If I’m not mistaken, he has been coming here for a month now, and his eyes are always on me. I always look away to avoid problems because everyone knows how arrogant he is.I ignore all of them and keep my expression calm, even though my breast is leaking and I’m terrified it might show, even with the padded bra.I keep dancing, making sure my body moves in the sexy way they expect.When the music ends, the applause comes immediately.I bow slightly and step off the stage. A staff member hands me the tip tray. I go from table to table, collecting whatever they place inside. Some give money, some give jewelry, some stare at my body before giving anything.I smile the way I’m

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Diana’s POVI shouldn’t have said his name. No one addresses him by his name.I let out a shaky sigh, and with that small movement, the remaining button on my shirt loosens. The moment his gaze drops to my chest, my heart slams painfully against my ribs. I quickly tug the fabric together and fasten it with trembling fingers.“I’m sorry, Master,” I said quietly. “It was a mistake.”My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. The menu slipped. Then the pen. Both hit the floor. I crouched to grab them, painfully aware that he hadn’t said a single word. His silence was worse than any threat.When I straightened, his eyes were still fixed on me. I couldn’t tell if he was angry, amused, or simply waiting for me to make another mistake.“May I take your order?” I asked, my voice barely steady.He still said nothing.Thankfully, one of his guards cleared his throat and broke the silence for me. Though he was dressed differently from the guards, maybe a friend, maybe someone higher than the guards.“Five

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Diana’s POVIt’s 7 a.m. I’ve bathed Ayla, and bathed myself too.She has eaten and ready for school.“Let’s go, dear.”I drop her at Leo’s place. He takes her to school himself and picks her up when school is over.Her school is 9:30 to 1 p.m., and I can’t wait till that time to drop her.Every time I try waiting, I end up late.And anytime I show up late at the club, I get warned.If I’m fired, I’m done. The money from the club pays my rent, and the restaurant money covers food and Ayla’s education.I reach the club and start cleaning because by 8:30 people will start coming in.As I’m cleaning—“Good morning.”A voice cut in and I turned quickly.My eyes widened. Huge men in matching black coats. They look like Alessandro’s men.“Good morning,” I said, bowing a little.“Let’s go.”One of them gestured toward the hallway.“To where?” I asked confused.“Master wants to see you.”My heart beat faster. Whether I followed or not, they’d drag me anyway.They took me to the VIP room in the

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Diana's POVLooking down through the window at Ayla in the swimming pool, I was thinking of her life. I wish I could be a good mother to her and not be like my own mother. I had been crying since; my eyes are already swollen.Then the door burst open and I was yanked by a tall man with broad shoulders. AlexI recognized him from earlier this morning; he was with Alessandro Moretti."Leave me alone!" I screamed as I was involuntarily dragged out of the room. Tears streamed down my swollen, red eyes as I fought against him.My free hand desperately tried to break free from the grip of him, but he held on tightly, refusing to let go.The hotel wasn't crowded tonight, but there were a few vacationers checking in and out.The employees remained motionless, their faces blank. They glanced around, but none of them had the courage to lift a finger to help me. Their survival instinct had sealed their lips and silenced their consciences."Please! Let go of me," my voice shook, and my body tre

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Diana’s POVI wake up and find my self laying on a car.For a moment, I don’t understand what’s wrong—until I remembered I got kidnapped.I turn my head slowly, my skull pounding like it has been struck repeatedly. My vision blurs, then steadies. The backseat is empty.No driver, Alex or the guards.My heart jumps painfully against my ribs.My head feels heavy, thick. A wave of dizziness rolls through me and I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting the urge to vomit.Wake up, Diana. Wake up.I force my eyes open and reach for the door handle with trembling fingers. My hand shakes so badly I almost miss it.I pull.The door opens.Unlocked.A rush of air hits my face and I suck in a sharp breath, relief flooding me so suddenly my knees almost give way.I scramble out of the car.“I’m outside,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. But the ground beneath my feet isn’t asphalt.It’s smooth stone.I lift my head.The relief dies instantly.I’m not outside.I’m standing inside a massive compound, so large.

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Diana’s POV"What is this?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear."This is not for you yet," she replied coldly.I didn’t even know what to call the device; I’ll just call it a machine.Suddenly, the machine scanned me. A robotic voice chimed: "Failed."It moved to her, scanned her, and announced: "Success."Mechanical arms emerged from the device and unlocked her chains. An electric suction cup extended, positioned itself over her nipples, and began to pulse. To my surprise, she seemed to enjoy it, moaning and arching her chest forward.The machine was collecting her milk. As it worked, she began fingering herself, her moans growing louder. The machine featured a translucent white casing, allowing me to see the milk flowing through the internal pipes. I saw this as an assault, yet it was jarring to see how much pleasure she derived from it.I wanted to speak up—to ask her how she could possibly enjoy this—but then I remembered my own. Whenever I used to pump milk from my breasts, I

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Diana’s POVHe led me into a room crowded with strange machinery, syringes, and various medicines. He picked up a small glass vial, drew the liquid into a syringe, and tapped the side of the needle."What are you doing? Please, just leave me alone," I begged, sinking to my knees.He stopped and stared down at me. For a fleeting second, I hoped my compliance would soften him—that he might actually let me go.Then he smirked, a cruel glint in his eyes. "Oh, so you like to kneel? Save that for later when you are tod drive me," he sneered, yanking me upright by my arm."Please, don't inject me! What is that?"He ignored my pleas. With a violent tug, he tore my bra away, exposing my chest. He looked down at the damp fabric of my padded bra and then at me."Are you breastfeeding?" he demanded, his voice lacing with sudden anger.My mind raced. If I said yes, would they get angry and killed ? Or would his anger turn deadly? If I told him the truth—that it was a natural condition—would it j

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Diana’s POV"Him! He tore my clothes and he even injected me!" I cried out, pointing at the man. At least I knew Alessandro wouldn't kill me—not yet.Before I could blink, Alessandro moved. With one swift motion, he drove his knife into the man’s throat. He didn’t stop there. He moved through the room like a shadow, killing the others one by one.I couldn't bear to watch. The last thing I remember was the world turning black. When I finally came to, the sound of shouting dragged me back to consciousness.I managed to peel my eyes open, but I let out a scream of disbelief. What I saw nearly drove me mad: lifeless bodies covered the floor. He had slaughtered them all.Alessandro was screaming at Alex, demanding to know what these men were doing here and why the women were being treated this way. Was it possible? Did he really not know what was happening in his own house? How could the Boss be so oblivious?I was still lost in thought when he suddenly hoisted me onto his shoulder like a

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Diana's POV That was his breaking point. He didn’t hesitate; he slapped me back with a force that made my head spin before roughly ratcheting handcuffs onto my wrists.I didn't fight him. I didn't say a word. I simply followed them, letting them lead me wherever they wanted. I was too tired to resist anymore.When we arrived at the station, I expected to be thrown into a cold, iron cell. Instead, he shoved me into a room that looked nothing like a prison. It had a bed, a small kitchenette, and a private bathroom.Wait... was this Alessandro’s plan all along? No wonder he had let me "escape" so easily.But where was Ayla? My heart ached with every beat. I prayed she was okay. This life is so cruel, but then, a name flickered in my mind like a dying candle.Amara.Could my daughter be with her? After Leo, Amara was the only person I considered family. The realization hit me. I scrambled to the door and began banging on the heavy metal."Open up! I know where my daughter is! Please, ope

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Amara’s POVI stepped out of the shower, shivering as I wrapped a towel around my damp skin. It was already 9:00 PM. I moved through the room, closing the windows and preparing for bed, when a sudden, heavy knock thudded against the door."Who the hell is it?" I yelled."It’s your damn boyfriend," I heard Tom’s voice growl from the hallway.I sighed and pulled the door open. He didn't even wait for me to close it behind him before he grabbed me, hoisting me into his arms. He kissed me hungrily, his hands roaming over me before I could even get a word out.He threw me onto the couch and ripped the towel away. I could see the desperate throb in his trousers as he tore his shirt off and began to squeeze my breasts."Tom, stop! We can’t do this now," I managed to gasp. He pulled back, looking at me with narrow, frustrated eyes."What? Why not?""I’m on my period," I said, shifting my legs so he could see.He hissed through his teeth and reached for his belt. "I can just use protection."

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