THE MAFIAS FAMILY
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BELLA’S POV
He stared at me like he was reading my entire past. My lips trembled, but I couldn’t speak.
“You’re coming with me,” he said firmly.
I tried to grab onto the edge of a nearby table, but he twisted my wrist so fast it made me wince.
He pinned me to the wall again, pressing my chest to it. His breath was in my ear.
“You were so fierce,” he whispered. “But now look at you.”
I gritted my teeth, hating how weak I felt under his touch.
“What a frightened little girl,” he added. “We’re not gonna try anything like that again, are we,
Bella?”
I didn’t answer.
He stepped back just enough to spin me around, then before I knew it, he threw me over his
shoulder like I weighed nothing.
“Put me down!” I yelled, fists pounding against his back.
But he didn’t care.
He tapped my ass and said darkly, “I think I need to teach you a lesson.”
As Mr. Lippert carried me out of the club, my mind was spinning with confusion and fear. I tried
to speak, to fight back, but everything went dark before I could even protest.
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was a sharp pinch in my arm. I flinched. A woman
in a white lab coat stood beside me, gently tugging on a string attached to a needle in my vein.
“Relax,” she said casually. “It’s just a little blood draw. Nothing to freak out about.”
My eyes darted around the room. I was no longer in that noisy, crowded club. The place I was in
now looked like it belonged in a luxury magazine, floor-to-ceiling glass windows, soft marble
floors, and the smell of clean leather and expensive cologne. I wasn’t strapped down, but I
wasn’t free either. I was lying on a soft couch with something wrapped around my wrist.
Then I saw Mr. Lippert, standing by the window in his tailored black suit, arms crossed as he
spoke coldly.
“Fiona, get it to the lab. I want it tested and compared to the bloodline immediately.”
I froze. Bloodline? What the hell did that mean?
I didn’t say a word at first. I just stared at him and the woman.
I swear, if this is some kind of organ-harvesting ring, I’m screwed, I thought.
My heartbeat thundered in my chest as he slowly approached me, like a predator sizing up its
prey. He sat down beside me with too much calmness.
“Why did you take my blood?” I asked, my voice trembling. “What are you going to do with me?”
“Relax,” he said. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to know where you got this necklace.”
His eyes dropped to the pendant hanging from my neck, my mother’s necklace.
“Please let me go,” I begged. “I need to find my sister.”
“You will,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “Once you give me answers.”
“My mother left it to me,” I said, gripping the charm tightly. “My father told me to always wear it,
so she would be close to my heart.”
He leaned in slightly, his gaze sharp. “And who exactly is your father, Bella?”
“That’s none of your business!” I snapped. “You can’t hurt him.”
He smirked. “I can hurt whoever I want, Bella. His name. Now.”
I hesitated. I didn’t want to give my father’s name, but I also didn’t want him to go after him. I
took a deep breath and whispered, “His name is David Thompson.”
He stared at me, then growled, “Liar. Try again.”
“I’m telling the truth! Please don’t hurt him!”
Mr. Lippert stood up, heading toward the door.
“I’ll go ask him myself,” he said flatly.
“No, don’t hurt him!” I cried out, panic rising. “Please! Daniel wouldn’t want you to!”
He stopped. His head turned slowly, his brows drawing together.
“…Daniel?”
I nodded quickly. “Your son. Daniel… he’s my boyfriend.”
His expression changed. His posture relaxed slightly. He turned back toward me and sat down
again, a cold smile spreading across his face.
“My son, Daniel, is your boyfriend?”
I nodded nervously.
He chuckled softly. “Well… isn’t that serendipitous?”
I blinked. “What do you mean?”
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a small tablet, and tapped the screen. Then he pointed to
my necklace.
“Bella, this necklace belonged to the mistress of Don Lorenzo Alden.”
“I drew your blood to test your DNA against a secure sample,” he said. “And the result…”
He paused. My stomach flipped.
“…Just came in.”
I gripped the couch tightly.
The test result message entered his phone. I watched as his cold eyes scanned the screen. He
looked up, and with no hesitation, dropped the bomb.
"You're not a Thompson, Bella," he said calmly. "You're an Alden. Don Lorenzo Alden is your
father."
My heart skipped. “What?” I whispered.
“I don’t believe you,” I added quickly, shaking my head.
Without a word, Mr. Lippert turned his phone to me, showing the DNA results. My eyes scanned
the words. My hands trembled. But my heart... it froze.
“I don’t care about the DNA test,” I muttered. “I already have a father.”
He gently placed a hand on my shoulder. For someone so terrifying, his touch was soft, almost
pitiful.
“The day you were born,” he said, “you were promised to my firstborn son.”
I pulled away. “What are you saying?”
He stood up, towering over me like a shadow. “You’re going to marry my son, Daniel.”
My mouth fell open. My thoughts screamed louder than my voice ever could.
I can’t tell him that Daniel’s gay…
But how could I marry someone who could never love me the way a husband should?
Mr. Lippert continued like he didn’t just flip my world upside down. “He’s your boyfriend anyway.
What’s the difference?”
I sprang to my feet. “You can’t make me marry someone against my will!”
His eyes darkened. “Bella,” he said coldly, “the life you used to live is over. This marriage seals
the Lippert dynasty. You’re too valuable. I can’t just let you go.”
“You’re a monster!” I screamed. “I’ll never marry Daniel! I have rights!”
He didn’t even flinch. He leaned close, his voice dropping into something even more dangerous.
“You know,” he said slowly, “I heard Dean’s planning to traffic your sister.”
My heart stopped.
“What did you just say?”
He arched his brow. “The man who slapped your sister and dragged her away in the club. You
didn’t even see her again until I pulled you out of the club last night. Ask yourself... where is she
now?”
My knees weakened. Flashes of that night flooded me. My sister laughing... the slap... the way
Dean forced her into that room... and then gone.
Tears filled my eyes.
“You don’t know where she is, do you?” he asked.
I said nothing. I couldn’t breathe. My sister, she could be in danger right now, and I wouldn’t
even know.
I stared at him, trembling. “Do I have your word... on your son’s life... that if I marry him, you’ll
keep them safe?”
He didn’t hesitate. “You have my word.”
I swallowed hard. I felt like I was signing my soul away.
“Fine,” I whispered. “I’ll do it. I’ll marry your son.”
A slow, twisted smile spread on his lips.
“Good girl.”
Mr. Lippert said, “Your family will be here tomorrow.”
I didn’t answer. I just turned away and closed my eyes.
Before I knew it, I fell asleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I saw four girls standing in front of me, all dressed in neat
black and white uniforms.
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