THE MAFIA HEIR'S HIDDEN WIFE

Chapter 7

AGATHA

I woke up feeling like I was being carried while sensing the movement of the person I was with. I felt like my body was being lifted, so I slowly opened my eyes, but I felt extremely dizzy.

My vision was blurry. I could only make out the face of the person I was with from the light while catching a whiff of their scent as they quickly walked towards somewhere.

I tried blinking several times until I heard the door open and my vision gradually cleared. I realized who the person walking while carrying me was.

“Let go of me!” I couldn’t help but say loudly, but I was silenced by the piercing gaze of his sharp eyes as he continued walking without bothering to put me down.

I struggled to free myself from the man I was with. I was afraid of what he might do to me, so I wanted to escape his tight grip on my body and get away from him.

“Shut up, you’re so noisy!” the man, still carrying me, shouted at me.

My eyes began to well up as my heart pounded loudly. I felt intense fear towards the man who had killed Gayuna, as well as his opponent in the boxing ring earlier to claim me as a prize.

“Ahhh!” I let out a startled scream as he suddenly dropped me onto the bed.

I lost balance, causing me to grab the collar of the stranger’s shirt. He fell on top of me, exerting his entire weight on my body, making it impossible for me to move or push him away as my arms and hands were trapped.

My eyes widened, and overwhelmed by terror and surprise, I lost control of the rational part of my mind. I couldn’t help myself anymore, and tears flowed rapidly from my eyes, which I had been holding back out of fear.

“Please, have mercy, sir. Let me go. I don’t want to be here,” I pleaded fearfully, begging the man whose forehead was furrowed, with sharp and dark eyes fixated on my face.

He was so close to me, our faces were just inches apart, and with a slight movement, our skins could touch.

His expression was stern as he remained on top of my body. He didn’t speak, so I seized the opportunity to plead with him, hoping that he might show mercy and release me.

“Promise me, I won’t report this to the police if you let me go,” I said fearfully.

“From now on, you’ll live here, and I don’t want to hear anything from your mouth, or else, you’ll regret showing me that pretty face of yours!” the man with sharp eyes and a terrifying personality said sternly while firmly gripping my jaw with one hand.

“I don’t want a crying girl. If I tell you to smile, you better do it. I have rules in my house, and you’re not exempted, so listen carefully,” the man I was talking to said firmly, leaving me swallowing my tears, trying to prevent them from continuously falling from my eyes.

“Now get up!” He got off me and stood up, inspecting me from head to toe.

Though my whole body trembled, I obeyed his command. I slowly rose to my feet and stood upright in front of him, wiping the tears off my wet cheeks and biting my lower lip to prevent myself from making any noise that would anger the person in front of me.

He sat on the nearby sofa, while I stood like a statue in front of him.

“Undress!” he ordered, without a hint of a smile on his face. I opened my mouth to protest, but our eyes met, and I simply bowed my head.

I couldn’t respond, nor could I speak. I felt as if my feet were nailed to the floor, without any life or functioning in my mind and body at this moment.

“Are you deaf?!” he angrily asked, his voice filled with impatience.

He stood up and quickly walked towards me. I didn’t expect what he would do next, as he violently ripped off the small cover over my chest. I screamed loudly out of extreme fear and shock when he mercilessly stripped me and grabbed my exposed chest with one hand. He was like an angry lion, carelessly squeezing and fondling the private parts of my body as if it were a punishment for not obeying his orders.

“S-sir, please have mercy, you won’t benefit from me anymore,” I panicked and pleaded.

“I’ve been bored by men in the club. You won’t find satisfaction in my body anymore. P-please, I beg you, don’t,” I stammered, but it seemed that the man I was with didn’t like it. His eyes became even sharper, and his facial expression grew darker.

“Ouch,” I whimpered as he grabbed and squeezed both of my cheeks, while his other hand released my chest and applied strong pressure around my waist.

“No one dares command me, bìtch! If I were you, I would shut my mouth, because your life will surely end sooner!” he said sternly and threatened me, getting closer to my face.

“You forgot quickly. I told you earlier, no buts. Isn’t that so?” Mr. Madrigal asked with a frightening tone, and I quickly nodded in response.

I won’t forget his name, because I heard Sir George say it once when he entered the room where I was imprisoned before he took me.

I couldn’t do anything as Mr. Madrigal grabbed my long hair from behind and held the back of my neck. In an instant, he forcefully kissed my lips.

I almost ran out of breath as this daring man kissed me aggressively, and his hand shamelessly grabbed my chest.

I thought it was the end for me, as I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore, but just seconds before my vision darkened, he released my lips, as if indicating that he could control even my breathing.

“I don’t care if you’ve been with other men and they’ve grown tired of your body. I have ways to find out the truth, and if I discover that you’re lying, you’ll pay the price. But if not, I’ll go back to them and crush them with my own hands. No one messed up with me and got away with it alive.”

I felt my head grow bigger suddenly. I was even more afraid of him after hearing those words. This man was dangerous, and I realized I dug my own grave now that I lied to him about another man having touched my body.

“Put this in your head. You’re mine now, and I’m the only person who owns and controls you, even your breath,” he emotionlessly said, doing nothing else but to scare me.

“Clear?!” Mr. Madrigal asked loudly and forcefully, making my body tremble. I nodded in response.

“Now, take a shower. You smell bad. I don’t like the scent of your body,” he said shamelessly, then abruptly released my face and stepped away from me, allowing me to breathe easier and quickly covering my exposed chest.

I acted swiftly as soon as he disappeared from my sight. I ran towards the closed door in the corner and quickly opened it.

A large room with luxurious clothes lining the inside greeted my eyes, so I immediately closed the door and looked around to find the bathroom.

The room assigned to me by the person called Mr. Madrigal, whom the man who took me from the ring earlier mentioned, was triple the size of Crista’s shower room in the hostel. It was far away from the cramped corners of the dormitory where I stayed with other girls, but this place was even more dangerous for me.

Based on what the terrifying new owner said to me, there was no hope of escaping Mr. Madrigal, especially now that he claimed me as his own and he had control over my life.

Finally, I found the bathroom, but I struggled to use the shower. I stood still in the middle of it, gazing at the spacious shower room and the items my eyes landed on.

It was terrifying to touch any of the equipment here, aside from the pure mirror. It only proved the lavishness of the owner, but I knew it was part of my new prison.

The bathroom I entered reflected Mr. Madrigal’s wealth. It was far from the simple bathroom we had in town.

Now, I realized that life in the mountains was better. Even though we were poor, it was peaceful and far from the chaotic and violent situations I now experienced here in San Francisco, under the control of different types of people who only wanted to profit from and use my body. I regretted coming along and trusting Crista. Because of her, I have experienced all sorts of dangers. At a young age, I felt like an animal that she sold to Sir George, who wanted to use me and then, it turns out, Mr. Madrigal paid a large amount of money at the boxing event to have me.

He is now my new master and owner. From now on, I can do nothing but obey and accept the life that I have under his control. I also have no rights to speak up, as he holds me by the neck and my life and fate depend entirely on his hands, something that I am already greatly afraid of.