Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden Claim: A Mafia King’s Obsession.: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Nadia’s POV A sharp, agonizing pain pierce my skull as I try to move, but my limbs wouldn’t respond. Slowly, I force my eyes open, only to meet pitch darkness. Then realization hit — I was blindfolded, my hands and legs are bound tight, and my mouth is gagged with a piece of clothing. “Mmmmmmm!” My screams comes out as muffled sounds. Suddenly, heavy footsteps echo in the darkness, coming to a stop right in front of me. Large fingers roughly grabs my chin, lifting my head up. I can feel his hot breath on my neck, but because of the blindfold, I couldn’t see his face. “Tu sei il prezzo, pagherai per tutto,” a deep masculine voice whispers in my ear, his hot breath fanning my ear lobe. I have no idea what the words mean, but they didn’t sound comforting. I start struggling, trying to break free, but then a hand presses down on my nostrils. I inhale something, a mix of flavors and chemicals that blur my senses. “Shhhhhhh… sleep now,” he whispers, and then, I black out. * * * *

Nadia’s POV I stand rooted to the spot, trying to process what I have just heard. Then I turn to Jaxon. “Is he talking to me?” I ask, gesturing at myself with my finger. “He definitely is, Nadia.” he responds. Oh God. “Well, why are you still standing there, Nadia? Go on and get changed!” The manager suddenly comes out of nowhere and scolds me. I quickly head to the female locker room and change into my work dress, pulling my hair up in a tight ponytail and arranging my bangs properly. Stepping out of the locker room, I grab the small apron and tie it to my waist. I let out a deep breath and walk to the counter. “Okay, my pen and jotter please.” I say to Jaxon. He hands it over and gives me a thumbs up. I walk upstairs, to the private room, gently pushing the door open and stepping inside. There was three men, all looking mean, not a single smile on their faces. I walk up to them, my heels making short clinking sounds. “Good day, gentlemen. My name is Nadia, and I’l

Nadia’s POV My heart hammers frantically against my ribs as I watch Lorenzo walk to my uncle and crouch down in front of him. “I want her. Consider it a repayment of your debt. Also, here is seven million dollars. Do not come for her in future, I’m paying you pretty well for her.” He says as he throws a check at my uncle’s face. My chest tightens. I could not believe what was happening. My uncle crawls and picks up the check from the ground. “Yes, Lorenzo. You can take her, she’s all yours.” I look at him, hatred burning through my gaze. Lorenzo walks toward me and crouches down, drew in his cigar and puffs the smoke on my face, “you belong to me now, but I will give you time to digest everything.” he says, tangling a strand of my hair in his fingers before grabbing my chin and pulling me closer to him. “Seven days, piccola. Crawl to me or I take you by force.” He whispers loud enough for everyone to hear, releases my chin and straightens up, then he walks out of the living

Nadia’s POV Two days passed, and I have not seen Lorenzo. I haven’t even heard his voice. Today makes it the third day since I arrived in this place — wherever “here” is. He keeps me locked up in this room, feeds me twice a day. Even the maids who comes to clean speaks to me in harsh, commanding tones, treating me like an intruder, rather than a guest. Staring out of the window, I reminisce about what my life used to be when my parents were alive. It was sweet, vibrant and safe. Now, I don’t even know what to call this existence. An abrupt, heavy knock strikes on the door twice before it swings open. A guard walks into the room. “The Don requests your presence in his room. Please come with me,” he says, his tone sharp and intimidating. I swallow the lump in my throat and walk toward the door, following closely behind him. This is the first time I have step out of the room ever since Lorenzo kidnapped me, and the sight that greets me steals air directly from my lungs. The man

Nadia’s POV My body still shudders from aftermath of the wedding today. He is just so brutal. After the ceremony , he orders his guards to take me back to the estate, while he drives in a different direction with a separate convoy. Now that I’m married to him, what next? Will he force himself on me? Because I definitely do not want that. He prepares an exquisite suite for me — lavishly decorated and just a few steps away from his own. I can’t even imagine what he actually has in store for me. A knock on the door startles me. I glance at the wall clock and it is past midnight. I walk over and open it. The maid who was assigned to me stands there, a bowl of fruit in her hand. “I’m sorry for bothering you, Mrs Romano. I notice you didn’t eat anything for dinner, so I brought you some fruit,” she explains. I smile at her. “Thank you, um—“ “Clara, ma’am, “she responds. “Thank you, Clara.” I take the bowl from her and walk back into the room. Taking an apple from the