All Chapters of Bethroted To The Mafia Boss: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

‎Victor’s POV‎Immediately Alice makes that statement, I freeze. Completely.‎I am the last person who saw her dad before I came to the hospital.‎“Maybe he went somewhere…” I say, but even to my own ears, the reassurance sounds weak.‎“I’ve called his phone. It keeps going straight to voicemail,” Alice says, her voice trembling. “I even called some of his friends. None of them have heard from him since after the party.”‎Her words sit heavily in my chest.‎I swallow, forcing calm into my tone. “He’s probably just resting somewhere, Alice. You know how these things can be.”‎There’s a pause on the line... thick, uneasy. I can almost hear her breathing.‎“I’ll call you in the morning,” I add quickly, not giving her the chance to respond.‎Before she can say anything else, I end the call.‎For a moment, I just stand there, staring at my phone, my grip tightening around it. Then I remember...‎Grandpa.‎I rush into his room. He’s already awake, struggling to sit up the moment he sees me.

‎Victor’s POVAfter reading the message, a surge of rage explodes inside me. I slam my fist against the wall and yell, the sound tearing out of my throat before I can stop it.‎That psychopath actually took Mr. Smith.‎A dangerous calm follows the anger, cold and sharp. He just declared war… and war is exactly what he’ll get.‎My outburst draws attention. I feel eyes on me... patients, visitors, staff. Only then does it hit me... I’m still in the hospital.‎A nurse rushes over, her face tight with disapproval.‎“Sir, you can’t shout like that in here!”‎I don’t respond. I can’t. If I open my mouth, the anger might spill out again. Instead, I storm past her and head straight outside.‎I reach my car, yank the door open, and drop into the driver’s seat. My hands tremble slightly as I pull out my phone and reread the message.‎Each word fuels the anger again.‎My grip tightens on the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. My jaw clenches. For a moment, I just sit there, breathing h

‎Victor’s POVWhen I regained consciousness, the first thing I heard were voices... low, distant, but unmistakably real.‎“Is he dead?”‎“No, boss. I just hit the back of his head. He fell unconscious.”‎“Good. What about the other mission?”‎“It is done, boss.”‎Their voices… they sounded familiar. Too familiar. Yet my mind felt foggy, like something was blocking me from placing them. I tried to open my eyes, only to realize darkness still surrounded me.‎A blindfold.‎“What…?” The word came out muffled, barely a sound.‎Instinctively, I tried to lift my hands to tear it off, but panic surged through me when I realized I couldn’t move. My wrists were bound tightly to a chair. My legs too. Even my mouth is stuffed with cloth and wrapped shut.‎I struggled, my body jerking against the restraints, but a sharp pain shot through me, forcing a low groan from my throat. My movements were useless. Weak. Trapped.‎I tried to speak again, but only incoherent sounds came out.‎“What did you say

‎Victor's POV‎Alice is in the hospital? Why? Was she caught in the fire?‎I struggled against the ropes again, even though I had been fighting them for so long that the sharp pain from earlier had faded into a terrible numbness. Every movement only made the ropes bite deeper into my wrists, scraping and bruising my skin until it burned. My arms felt heavy, almost lifeless, and my entire body ached from being tied in the same position for hours... or maybe days. I did not even know anymore.‎Nothing can happen to Alice.‎I gritted my teeth and pulled harder, breathing heavily through the pain, but the ropes refused to budge. Instead, they tightened cruelly around my wrists. Exhaustion washed over me in waves, but I forced myself to stay awake.‎After Amelia's conversation with me, something inside me had died. Especially after she mentioned Alice.‎My grandpa was still lying in the hospital, and I had not even been able to call or visit him. He must be worried sick by now. The thought

‎Victor's POV‎“Now, you are talking, Victor.” He lets out a maniacal laugh that echoes through the room, making my skin crawl.‎“Now, the game is simple. These are the rules; like I said before, you win or lose…” He crouches in front of me, tilting his head slightly as though he is enjoying every second of this. “I will untie your hand, and the other rule is: do not answer yes or no to any question asked. If you answer yes or no…” He slowly raises the gun in his hand and points it at me. “…I shoot one of your limbs. I guess you understand the rules. Let’s begin.”‎The second rule sounds simple enough, but the punishment attached to it sends a chill down my spine. My throat tightens, and for a brief second, I can hear nothing except the pounding of my own heartbeat.‎I open my mouth, ready to object, but before I can say anything, the door suddenly creaks open. Amelia steps inside. Her heels click against the floor as her sharp eyes move from the masked man to me.‎“What is going on?”