All Chapters of The mafia ceo's substitute bride : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

[ SAMANTHA'S POV ]The morning light didn’t feel warm. It came through the curtains and forced my tired eyes open. My neck was stiff, and my back ached from sleeping curled up at the very edge of the mattress, but the physical soreness was nothing compared to the deep, aching rawness between my thighs. I felt sticky and completely ruined, a constant, humiliating reminder of the way he had taken me the night before, rough, thoughtless, and heavy. I had stayed frozen in that exact same position all night, too terrified to move or even breathe too loudly. Every little sound in the house had made my heart race, keeping me trapped in the memory of his weight pressing me into the mattress.I slowly turned my head, trying to keep the silk sheets from rustling. David hadn't moved. He lay flat on his stomach across the center of the bed, his massive frame taking up almost all the space. His dark hair was a messy tangle against the crisp white pillows, and one heavily muscled arm hung over the

[ SAMANTHA'S POV ] The sound of the heavy deadbolt clicking into place felt like a physical slap to my face. I didn't move. I couldn't. I stayed curled in that miserable ball, my forehead pressed against my knees, listening to the absolute silence of the locked room. The air felt completely thin, like a vacuum was sucking all the oxygen right out of my lungs. Inside my chest, my mind was screaming, a loud, chaotic noise of pure panic and despair. They did it. They really did it. My father and mother had completely traded my life to save their dying company, and Linda was probably celebrating in her clean, safe bed right now. They didn't just give me away, they threw me to a man who looked at me like I was a virus in his perfect house. I slowly lifted my head and looked down at my hands. They were shaking so badly my fingers looked blurred. I uncurled my stiff legs, the fabric of the heavy wedding dress swishing loudly against the quiet room. The cold morning air hit my bare skin

[ SAMANTHA'S POV ]The echo of the slamming door finally faded, leaving the kitchen completely dead silent.I stayed collapsed against the cold marble counter, my knees shaking so badly I couldn't even stand up straight. The room was dark, save for the pale, yellow light still leaking from the open refrigerator. On the floor, the piece of cold roast chicken and scattered grapes looked pathetic. I couldn’t even swallow the food left in my mouth. It tasted like absolute ash. I just spit it out onto the floor, my whole body trembling.She drugged my water, She's a monster a manipulative liar.My mother and sister's words kept looping in my head, over and over, slicing through my chest like a dull blade. Hmmmm. My own family. They didn't just sell me off to save their skin; they deliberately pulled the trigger to destroy my entire life. They made sure I had no exit door. No escape. I was completely branded a thief and a gold-digger by the whole world, and no one was ever going to believe

[ SAMANTHA'S POV ]Forty-eight hours. Two whole days.I knew exactly how long it had been because of that tiny square window high up on the wall. I just sat there in pitch black and watched the light change from a dull gray, to bright yellow, to pitch black, and then back to gray again. Twice. When you are locked in a room with absolutely nothing to do, your eyes automatically stick to the only piece of the outside world you have left.By the second day, the hunger stopped being just a loud growl in my stomach. It turned into a sharp, hot wire twisting deep inside my gut. Every single time I tried to shift my weight or even draw a deep breath, a brutal cramp squeezed my middle so hard that I had to double over on the mattress, tucking my knees all the way to my chest just to breathe through the pain. My throat felt like it was coated in thick, dry sand. Every time I tried to swallow, it felt like rubbing two pieces of rough sandpaper together. It hurt so bad, and my lips were already

[ SAMANTHA'S POV ]The door closed, and the room went totally black again. But this time, the darkness did not feel so heavy. Sophia’s last words kept repeating in my mind. I’ll be right back. The words were small, but they felt like a tiny light left behind in the dark.I lay perfectly still on the bare mattress. The concrete beneath the thin cloth was hard against my ribs. I counted the slow, weak thumps of my heart just to keep my mind steady. One. Two. Three. Minutes felt like whole hours. Every little sound in the house made my body lock up. I listened to the wind outside the high window. I listened to the deep, empty quiet of the mansion. If David caught her coming back here, she would lose her job instantly. He might even hurt her. My heart beat fast against my ribs. I was so scared for her, but for the first time in two days, I also felt a little bit of hope. Hope was a strange feeling. It made my chest ache even more than the hunger.Then, I heard it.It was not a guard's hea