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The Mafia's maid

  • Genre: Romance
  • Author: Hoppie
  • Chapters: 115
  • Status: Ongoing
  • Age Rating: 18+
  • 👁 49
  • 7.5
  • 💬 10


Haunted by her past, Isabella flees the dangers of her life and finds herself ensnared by the alluring and mysterious Nate. As their attraction grows, so does the threat to their relationship. Isabella must decide whether to risk everything for love or run from the man who has become her salvation.

Chapter 1

Isabella POV:

"Isabella?" I heard my boyfriend Mike calling my name.

I felt my heart drop slightly from his tone.

It was gentle, too gentle and Mike was always angry.

Standing up on my feet, I tried to see if he brought someone else with him.

When I saw only his head, a little breath left my lips before tilting my head down.

"Come here, sweetie." He said.

I found myself nodding my head, I didn't want any beating, I'm still healing from the old ones.

I hate when he beats me, I hate when he insults me and makes me feel small.

We have been in a relationship for 2 years and in those 2 years was only beating and apologizing for what he did, then beating again.

The same routine over and over again.

As I walked towards Mike, memories of our tumultuous relationship flooded my mind.

The scars, both physical and emotional, served as a constant reminder of the toxic cycle we couldn't escape.

"Isabella, you know I care about you, right?" Mike's words contradicted the cruelty she had grown accustomed to. The sudden tenderness only fueled her confusion.

Nodding silently, I hesitated, wondering if this was just another twist in the unpredictable narrative of our connection. The fear of the unknown loomed large as I braced myself for whatever lay ahead, hoping against hope for a chance at genuine change.

Mike reached out, his touch sending shivers down my spine. Instinctively, I flinched, bracing for impact. Instead, his hand gently cupped my face, a stark contrast to the violence etched in my memory.

"I've been thinking, Isabella. Maybe we can break this cycle, start anew," he murmured.

I looked up at him, trying to read him.

I can't believe these lies anymore, this would be the 18th time he has said this.

"Answer me, Isabel." He said.

My heart beat faster at the tone again.

What kind of man Is this?

"ARE YOU F*CK*NG DEAF?" He yelled.

Immediately I closed my eyes waiting for the hit.

But nothing came.

Opening my eyes slowly, I looked at him with one eye open.

"Just, just get food ready when I'm back." He said with a chuckle then walked away.

I looked at him from behind as he walked out of the house.

A breath left my lips as I looked around.

Is this a dream?

I thought before shaking my head.

As I gathered my thoughts, the silence in the room felt heavy.

The familiar sounds of his anger were replaced by an eerie quiet that unsettled me.

With cautious steps, I moved towards the kitchen, still processing the surreal encounter.

Preparing the food, my mind raced, replaying the countless times Mike had promised change only for history to repeat itself.

The cycle of abuse had carved deep scars, both visible and hidden, and the scepticism within me fought against the glimmer of hope.

As the aroma of the meal filled the air, I couldn't shake the question echoing in my mind: Was this a genuine turning point or just another deceptive calm before the storm?

I glanced at the door, half-expecting Mike's return to bring back the harsh reality I had grown accustomed to.

The minutes stretched into an uneasy anticipation as I finished preparing the meal.

The sound of the front door opening startled me, and I tensed, bracing for what might come next.

As Mike walked in, his expression seemed different – a strange mix of nonchalance and something I couldn't quite decipher.

He sat down without a word, and a heavy silence settled between us. The air was thick with unspoken tension, and I found myself cautiously watching his every move.

"WHAT?" He snapped looking at me.

I jumped slightly at his tone before looking back at the ground.

"Have you got a job, Isabella?" He asked.

I looked up, my eyes wide out.

I forgot about this discussion.

"Well?" He asked.

"Uhm, I uhm" I whispered.

"What cat got your tongue?" He said with a smirk.

Again I looked back down not knowing what to say.

A sigh left Mike's lips, then I heard his chair move making my head snap up.

"When can you be ever useful to me?" He asked, touching the tip of my hair.

"Do you think I'm going to be paying every bill in this house?" He asked.

Quickly I shook my head.

"Isabella, Isabella, my poor girl," Mike said.

The tone scares me.

"I'll give you two days, I'll be traveling for two days and when I get back, you should have a job, ok?" He said, looking at me.

Quickly nodding my head, I whispered an 'ok' because he doesn't like when you nod.

Mike always wants answers.

"Good girl, now go eat." He said pointing at the table.

I looked at him with shock, eat?

He wanted me to eat?

What about the fat rule?

"Yes, go eat, now." He said again walking towards his side of the table.

Nodding my head, I followed him slowly, my head title down.

Mike smiled at me before eating the food.

I looked down at mine, asking myself if it was safe or not.

Or is this another test?

"Isabella?" He called me.

I looked up again, my fingers away from the spoon away from me.

"I don't like repeating myself, Isabella." He said, looking at me with those stormy eyes.

"I'm not hungry," I whispered back.

A chuckle left his lips before looking at me.

"Not hungry?" He said.

"Not hungry?" He asked.

"Uhm, I'll eat," I said quietly, picking up the spoon.

"Good, and when you're done, you can sleep." He said with a smile.

Again I looked at him.

What's with all this?

Are we playing a game, are there people watching?

I thought before looking around.

"Isabella." He sang.

With a breath, I picked up my spoon and ate slowly.

"Good girl, now I'm off to bed, please take care of my house, and not bring men around." He said before walking toward me.

Then bent over and placed a kiss on my head.

With a smile from him, I watched him walk out of the kitchen.

This is a different game.

I thought before pushing the food away.

Chapter 2

Isabella POV:

The next morning, I woke up to an empty house.

Mike left without telling me.

I didn't know if I should be happy about this.

Am free for just two days.

Something like this had never happened before.

I kept asking myself if it was ok for me to escape, maybe try again.

But I know He would still find out because Mike always knows.

Shaking my head, I rolled out of my bed and walked toward my bathroom.

My eyes connected to my room, the sight of my face made me sick.

Mike never hit my face, he didn't want people to notice it.

So it was only my body.

Shaking my head, I took off my clothes, before walking into the shower.

A sigh left my lips as the warm water ran out.

"Now what? What job can I look for?" I thought In my head.

It is hard to look for a job especially when I didn't finish school.

No one will want to accept me.

Shaking my head, I stepped ou


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