Category: Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen

 

SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN

Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen – Episode 5

THEME: His slave

 © Isabella Library 

    ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

     Violet’s eyes blazed with anger as she stared hard at the man, her face contorted in irritation. She struggled to free her hand from his grasp, but he held tight.

The man smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You look stubborn, I guess you are new here,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension.

Violet’s face twisted in annoyance, her voice firm. “Let go of my hand,” she warned, her eyes flashing with anger.

The rest of the people in the room laughed, seeming to enjoy the exchange. The man stood up, trying to flirt with Violet, but she pushed him off, and he fell back into his chair.

The room fell silent, the people present looking on in surprise. Violet’s face was red with anger, her eyes blazing with fury. “Don’t you ever!” she said, her voice loud and clear.

She turned to leave, almost bumping into Shawn, who was standing behind her. His eyes narrowed, his face expressionless. “What’s going on here?” he asked, his voice firm.

The man who had been flirting with Violet spoke up, his voice whiny. “Your worker was being rude, she just humiliated me.”

Shawn’s eyes flashed with anger, his face cold. He pushed closer to the man, his voice low and menacing. “Don’t you ever try what you did earlier, I saw you trying to flirt with her.”

The man looked away, avoiding Shawn’s cold gaze. “Have a lovely evening,” Shawn said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

He turned to look for Violet, but she was nowhere to be seen. His eyes narrowed, his face expressionless, as he scanned the room, searching for her.

   Violet stormed to the corner of the building, her face twisted in anger. “Asshole!” she exclaimed, her voice loud and clear.

Shawn appeared behind her, his expression calm. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice firm.

Violet turned to face him, her eyes blazing with fury. “I want to go home,” she said, her voice firm, her face scrunched up in a frown.

Shawn’s expression remained unyielding, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You will, after your job here is done,” he said, his voice firm.

Violet’s face contorted in disgust, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Are you serious right now? I don’t like it in here, take me home or I will find my way home,” she said, her eyes flashing with anger.

Shawn’s expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Listen to me, Sofia, I owe you and I will let you go when I am done with you,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension.

He turned to leave, but his eyes caught sight of a man from afar, wearing a mask and holding a gun aimed in Shawn’s direction. Shawn’s eyes widened, his face twisted in alarm, as he quickly grabbed Violet and dodged the bullet. The gun fired through the air, the sound echoing through the night.

Violet let out a scream, hiding in Shawn’s arms, her face contorted in fear. Shawn’s men were alert, quickly surrounding the area and shooting in the direction of where the gun came from.

   Shawn’s men safeguarded the entire area, leading Shawn to his car while he held tight to Violet. They entered the car and drove off, leaving the chaotic scene behind.

An hour later, they arrived home, and Violet quickly ran out of the car, rushing inside the mansion. Shawn stared after her, his expression unreadable, before following her inside with his men.

“Find out who was responsible for the shooting,” he ordered, his voice firm.

His men bowed to him, acknowledging his command, as he walked away.

Violet squeezed herself under the blanket, sobbing in fear. She had watched movies with gunshots before, but she had never encountered anything like this in real life.

The next day, Violet jerked awake from sleep, noticing the time was 10 am. She had an afternoon class at 1 pm, and she quickly stood up, staggering to the bathroom to freshen up.

Some minutes later, she came out of her room, dressed and ready to leave. Her eyes met Shawn’s, who was standing in front of her, his expression calm.

“You are finally awake, I thought you died in your sleep,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Violet rolled her eyes at him, her expression annoyed. “Why are you early to go to school, I thought you are on afternoon class,” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Violet’s expression turned defensive, her voice firm. “Yes, I don’t want to be late on my second day in school.”

She turned to leave, but her eyes met the sight of two of Shawn’s men dragging in a man who had been beaten mercilessly. “Boss, we have him,” one of the guards said, their faces expressionless.

Shawn ordered them to take the man to his private chamber, which they obeyed. Shawn turned to Violet, his eyes narrowing slightly. “What? Aren’t you going to school anymore?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

Violet’s expression turned concerned, her eyes fixed on Shawn. “What are you going to do to him?” she asked, her voice laced with worry.

Shawn scoffed, his expression dismissive. “None of your business,” he said, his voice firm, before walking away.

.

.

.

.

  Violet sat alone in the hall, her head resting on the table. Her assigned guard had left a while ago to get her something to eat. She was lost in thought when a voice interrupted her.

“Mind if I sit with you?” a female voice asked.

Violet raised her face to see a young, elegant lady, dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. She wore medicated glasses and had a warm, welcoming smile. Violet’s expression softened, and she smiled back.

“Yeah, sure,” Violet said, her voice friendly.

The lady sat next to her, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “Thank you, I’m Mabel,” she said, extending her hand.

Violet shook her hand, her smile widening. “Violet,” she replied.

Mabel’s eyes lit up with interest. “Are you a new student here?” she asked, her voice curious.

Violet nodded, her expression open. “Yes, you?”

Mabel smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Yes, I transferred here last semester”.

  “So, you study business too?”Violet asked.

Mabel nodded, her expression enthusiastic. “Yes, my family owns a business company, so in the future, I’m hoping to take over the family business.”

Violet’s eyes widened with interest, her smile warm. “Nice,” she said. 

  “What about you?”Mabel asked.

Violet hesitated, her expression uncertain, until she was interrupted by her assigned guard.

“Here is your lunch, Miss Sofia,” he said, placing the paper lunch bag in front of her. He moved two feet away from them, his eyes scanning the area.

Violet’s face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes avoiding Mabel’s gaze. Mabel’s eyes narrowed, her expression curious.

“Um, you have a bodyguard?” Mabel asked, her voice laced with surprise.

Violet sighed, her expression sheepish. “Believe me, it’s a long story,” she said.

Mabel’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Why is he calling you Miss Sofia?” she asked, her voice gentle.

Violet’s face twisted in embarrassment, her eyes avoiding Mabel’s gaze. “It’s a long story too,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mabel’s expression softened, her eyes filled with understanding. “Oh,” she said, noticing the embarrassment in Violet’s face.

   ★SHAWN’S MANSION★

   Later in the day, Shawn paced around the living room, his expression growing increasingly furious as the minutes ticked by. Violet was not back from school, and there was no way to reach her since she didn’t have a phone. Shawn tried calling the guard and the driver’s numbers, but none of them were connecting.

Just as Shawn was about to explode with anger, Violet and the guard entered the room, followed by the driver. Shawn’s eyes narrowed, his face twisted in a scowl.

“What happened to your phones?” he yelled at them, his voice echoing through the room.

The guard and the driver bowed their heads, their expressions sheepish. Violet knew they were in trouble because they had gotten delayed due to the school activities.

Violet stepped forward, her expression apologetic. “Please don’t blame them, it’s my fault,” she said, her voice soft.

Shawn’s scowl deepened, his eyes flashing with anger. He frowned at the guard and the driver before stumbling away, his anger still simmering.

Violet sighed, her expression relieved. She turned to the guard and the driver. “Am sorry, will this get you guys in trouble?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

The guard’s expression was reassuring. “Not really, Miss Sofia,” he said, his voice calm.

Violet sighed again, her expression thoughtful. She walked away, leaving the guard and the driver to depart.

Next Episode 

Previous Episode 

 

SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN

Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen – Episode 5

THEME: His slave

 © Isabella Library 

    ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

     Violet’s eyes blazed with anger as she stared hard at the man, her face contorted in irritation. She struggled to free her hand from his grasp, but he held tight.

The man smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You look stubborn, I guess you are new here,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension.

Violet’s face twisted in annoyance, her voice firm. “Let go of my hand,” she warned, her eyes flashing with anger.

The rest of the people in the room laughed, seeming to enjoy the exchange. The man stood up, trying to flirt with Violet, but she pushed him off, and he fell back into his chair.

The room fell silent, the people present looking on in surprise. Violet’s face was red with anger, her eyes blazing with fury. “Don’t you ever!” she said, her voice loud and clear.

She turned to leave, almost bumping into Shawn, who was standing behind her. His eyes narrowed, his face expressionless. “What’s going on here?” he asked, his voice firm.

The man who had been flirting with Violet spoke up, his voice whiny. “Your worker was being rude, she just humiliated me.”

Shawn’s eyes flashed with anger, his face cold. He pushed closer to the man, his voice low and menacing. “Don’t you ever try what you did earlier, I saw you trying to flirt with her.”

The man looked away, avoiding Shawn’s cold gaze. “Have a lovely evening,” Shawn said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

He turned to look for Violet, but she was nowhere to be seen. His eyes narrowed, his face expressionless, as he scanned the room, searching for her.

   Violet stormed to the corner of the building, her face twisted in anger. “Asshole!” she exclaimed, her voice loud and clear.

Shawn appeared behind her, his expression calm. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice firm.

Violet turned to face him, her eyes blazing with fury. “I want to go home,” she said, her voice firm, her face scrunched up in a frown.

Shawn’s expression remained unyielding, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You will, after your job here is done,” he said, his voice firm.

Violet’s face contorted in disgust, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Are you serious right now? I don’t like it in here, take me home or I will find my way home,” she said, her eyes flashing with anger.

Shawn’s expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Listen to me, Sofia, I owe you and I will let you go when I am done with you,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension.

He turned to leave, but his eyes caught sight of a man from afar, wearing a mask and holding a gun aimed in Shawn’s direction. Shawn’s eyes widened, his face twisted in alarm, as he quickly grabbed Violet and dodged the bullet. The gun fired through the air, the sound echoing through the night.

Violet let out a scream, hiding in Shawn’s arms, her face contorted in fear. Shawn’s men were alert, quickly surrounding the area and shooting in the direction of where the gun came from.

   Shawn’s men safeguarded the entire area, leading Shawn to his car while he held tight to Violet. They entered the car and drove off, leaving the chaotic scene behind.

An hour later, they arrived home, and Violet quickly ran out of the car, rushing inside the mansion. Shawn stared after her, his expression unreadable, before following her inside with his men.

“Find out who was responsible for the shooting,” he ordered, his voice firm.

His men bowed to him, acknowledging his command, as he walked away.

Violet squeezed herself under the blanket, sobbing in fear. She had watched movies with gunshots before, but she had never encountered anything like this in real life.

The next day, Violet jerked awake from sleep, noticing the time was 10 am. She had an afternoon class at 1 pm, and she quickly stood up, staggering to the bathroom to freshen up.

Some minutes later, she came out of her room, dressed and ready to leave. Her eyes met Shawn’s, who was standing in front of her, his expression calm.

“You are finally awake, I thought you died in your sleep,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Violet rolled her eyes at him, her expression annoyed. “Why are you early to go to school, I thought you are on afternoon class,” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Violet’s expression turned defensive, her voice firm. “Yes, I don’t want to be late on my second day in school.”

She turned to leave, but her eyes met the sight of two of Shawn’s men dragging in a man who had been beaten mercilessly. “Boss, we have him,” one of the guards said, their faces expressionless.

Shawn ordered them to take the man to his private chamber, which they obeyed. Shawn turned to Violet, his eyes narrowing slightly. “What? Aren’t you going to school anymore?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

Violet’s expression turned concerned, her eyes fixed on Shawn. “What are you going to do to him?” she asked, her voice laced with worry.

Shawn scoffed, his expression dismissive. “None of your business,” he said, his voice firm, before walking away.

.

.

.

.

  Violet sat alone in the hall, her head resting on the table. Her assigned guard had left a while ago to get her something to eat. She was lost in thought when a voice interrupted her.

“Mind if I sit with you?” a female voice asked.

Violet raised her face to see a young, elegant lady, dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. She wore medicated glasses and had a warm, welcoming smile. Violet’s expression softened, and she smiled back.

“Yeah, sure,” Violet said, her voice friendly.

The lady sat next to her, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “Thank you, I’m Mabel,” she said, extending her hand.

Violet shook her hand, her smile widening. “Violet,” she replied.

Mabel’s eyes lit up with interest. “Are you a new student here?” she asked, her voice curious.

Violet nodded, her expression open. “Yes, you?”

Mabel smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Yes, I transferred here last semester”.

  “So, you study business too?”Violet asked.

Mabel nodded, her expression enthusiastic. “Yes, my family owns a business company, so in the future, I’m hoping to take over the family business.”

Violet’s eyes widened with interest, her smile warm. “Nice,” she said. 

  “What about you?”Mabel asked.

Violet hesitated, her expression uncertain, until she was interrupted by her assigned guard.

“Here is your lunch, Miss Sofia,” he said, placing the paper lunch bag in front of her. He moved two feet away from them, his eyes scanning the area.

Violet’s face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes avoiding Mabel’s gaze. Mabel’s eyes narrowed, her expression curious.

“Um, you have a bodyguard?” Mabel asked, her voice laced with surprise.

Violet sighed, her expression sheepish. “Believe me, it’s a long story,” she said.

Mabel’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Why is he calling you Miss Sofia?” she asked, her voice gentle.

Violet’s face twisted in embarrassment, her eyes avoiding Mabel’s gaze. “It’s a long story too,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mabel’s expression softened, her eyes filled with understanding. “Oh,” she said, noticing the embarrassment in Violet’s face.

   ★SHAWN’S MANSION★

   Later in the day, Shawn paced around the living room, his expression growing increasingly furious as the minutes ticked by. Violet was not back from school, and there was no way to reach her since she didn’t have a phone. Shawn tried calling the guard and the driver’s numbers, but none of them were connecting.

Just as Shawn was about to explode with anger, Violet and the guard entered the room, followed by the driver. Shawn’s eyes narrowed, his face twisted in a scowl.

“What happened to your phones?” he yelled at them, his voice echoing through the room.

The guard and the driver bowed their heads, their expressions sheepish. Violet knew they were in trouble because they had gotten delayed due to the school activities.

Violet stepped forward, her expression apologetic. “Please don’t blame them, it’s my fault,” she said, her voice soft.

Shawn’s scowl deepened, his eyes flashing with anger. He frowned at the guard and the driver before stumbling away, his anger still simmering.

Violet sighed, her expression relieved. She turned to the guard and the driver. “Am sorry, will this get you guys in trouble?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

The guard’s expression was reassuring. “Not really, Miss Sofia,” he said, his voice calm.

Violet sighed again, her expression thoughtful. She walked away, leaving the guard and the driver to depart.

Next Episode 

Previous Episode 

 

SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN

Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen – Episode 5

THEME: His slave

 © Isabella Library 

    ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

     Violet’s eyes blazed with anger as she stared hard at the man, her face contorted in irritation. She struggled to free her hand from his grasp, but he held tight.

The man smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You look stubborn, I guess you are new here,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension.

Violet’s face twisted in annoyance, her voice firm. “Let go of my hand,” she warned, her eyes flashing with anger.

The rest of the people in the room laughed, seeming to enjoy the exchange. The man stood up, trying to flirt with Violet, but she pushed him off, and he fell back into his chair.

The room fell silent, the people present looking on in surprise. Violet’s face was red with anger, her eyes blazing with fury. “Don’t you ever!” she said, her voice loud and clear.

She turned to leave, almost bumping into Shawn, who was standing behind her. His eyes narrowed, his face expressionless. “What’s going on here?” he asked, his voice firm.

The man who had been flirting with Violet spoke up, his voice whiny. “Your worker was being rude, she just humiliated me.”

Shawn’s eyes flashed with anger, his face cold. He pushed closer to the man, his voice low and menacing. “Don’t you ever try what you did earlier, I saw you trying to flirt with her.”

The man looked away, avoiding Shawn’s cold gaze. “Have a lovely evening,” Shawn said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

He turned to look for Violet, but she was nowhere to be seen. His eyes narrowed, his face expressionless, as he scanned the room, searching for her.

   Violet stormed to the corner of the building, her face twisted in anger. “Asshole!” she exclaimed, her voice loud and clear.

Shawn appeared behind her, his expression calm. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice firm.

Violet turned to face him, her eyes blazing with fury. “I want to go home,” she said, her voice firm, her face scrunched up in a frown.

Shawn’s expression remained unyielding, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You will, after your job here is done,” he said, his voice firm.

Violet’s face contorted in disgust, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Are you serious right now? I don’t like it in here, take me home or I will find my way home,” she said, her eyes flashing with anger.

Shawn’s expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Listen to me, Sofia, I owe you and I will let you go when I am done with you,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension.

He turned to leave, but his eyes caught sight of a man from afar, wearing a mask and holding a gun aimed in Shawn’s direction. Shawn’s eyes widened, his face twisted in alarm, as he quickly grabbed Violet and dodged the bullet. The gun fired through the air, the sound echoing through the night.

Violet let out a scream, hiding in Shawn’s arms, her face contorted in fear. Shawn’s men were alert, quickly surrounding the area and shooting in the direction of where the gun came from.

   Shawn’s men safeguarded the entire area, leading Shawn to his car while he held tight to Violet. They entered the car and drove off, leaving the chaotic scene behind.

An hour later, they arrived home, and Violet quickly ran out of the car, rushing inside the mansion. Shawn stared after her, his expression unreadable, before following her inside with his men.

“Find out who was responsible for the shooting,” he ordered, his voice firm.

His men bowed to him, acknowledging his command, as he walked away.

Violet squeezed herself under the blanket, sobbing in fear. She had watched movies with gunshots before, but she had never encountered anything like this in real life.

The next day, Violet jerked awake from sleep, noticing the time was 10 am. She had an afternoon class at 1 pm, and she quickly stood up, staggering to the bathroom to freshen up.

Some minutes later, she came out of her room, dressed and ready to leave. Her eyes met Shawn’s, who was standing in front of her, his expression calm.

“You are finally awake, I thought you died in your sleep,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Violet rolled her eyes at him, her expression annoyed. “Why are you early to go to school, I thought you are on afternoon class,” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Violet’s expression turned defensive, her voice firm. “Yes, I don’t want to be late on my second day in school.”

She turned to leave, but her eyes met the sight of two of Shawn’s men dragging in a man who had been beaten mercilessly. “Boss, we have him,” one of the guards said, their faces expressionless.

Shawn ordered them to take the man to his private chamber, which they obeyed. Shawn turned to Violet, his eyes narrowing slightly. “What? Aren’t you going to school anymore?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

Violet’s expression turned concerned, her eyes fixed on Shawn. “What are you going to do to him?” she asked, her voice laced with worry.

Shawn scoffed, his expression dismissive. “None of your business,” he said, his voice firm, before walking away.

.

.

.

.

  Violet sat alone in the hall, her head resting on the table. Her assigned guard had left a while ago to get her something to eat. She was lost in thought when a voice interrupted her.

“Mind if I sit with you?” a female voice asked.

Violet raised her face to see a young, elegant lady, dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. She wore medicated glasses and had a warm, welcoming smile. Violet’s expression softened, and she smiled back.

“Yeah, sure,” Violet said, her voice friendly.

The lady sat next to her, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “Thank you, I’m Mabel,” she said, extending her hand.

Violet shook her hand, her smile widening. “Violet,” she replied.

Mabel’s eyes lit up with interest. “Are you a new student here?” she asked, her voice curious.

Violet nodded, her expression open. “Yes, you?”

Mabel smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Yes, I transferred here last semester”.

  “So, you study business too?”Violet asked.

Mabel nodded, her expression enthusiastic. “Yes, my family owns a business company, so in the future, I’m hoping to take over the family business.”

Violet’s eyes widened with interest, her smile warm. “Nice,” she said. 

  “What about you?”Mabel asked.

Violet hesitated, her expression uncertain, until she was interrupted by her assigned guard.

“Here is your lunch, Miss Sofia,” he said, placing the paper lunch bag in front of her. He moved two feet away from them, his eyes scanning the area.

Violet’s face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes avoiding Mabel’s gaze. Mabel’s eyes narrowed, her expression curious.

“Um, you have a bodyguard?” Mabel asked, her voice laced with surprise.

Violet sighed, her expression sheepish. “Believe me, it’s a long story,” she said.

Mabel’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Why is he calling you Miss Sofia?” she asked, her voice gentle.

Violet’s face twisted in embarrassment, her eyes avoiding Mabel’s gaze. “It’s a long story too,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mabel’s expression softened, her eyes filled with understanding. “Oh,” she said, noticing the embarrassment in Violet’s face.

   ★SHAWN’S MANSION★

   Later in the day, Shawn paced around the living room, his expression growing increasingly furious as the minutes ticked by. Violet was not back from school, and there was no way to reach her since she didn’t have a phone. Shawn tried calling the guard and the driver’s numbers, but none of them were connecting.

Just as Shawn was about to explode with anger, Violet and the guard entered the room, followed by the driver. Shawn’s eyes narrowed, his face twisted in a scowl.

“What happened to your phones?” he yelled at them, his voice echoing through the room.

The guard and the driver bowed their heads, their expressions sheepish. Violet knew they were in trouble because they had gotten delayed due to the school activities.

Violet stepped forward, her expression apologetic. “Please don’t blame them, it’s my fault,” she said, her voice soft.

Shawn’s scowl deepened, his eyes flashing with anger. He frowned at the guard and the driver before stumbling away, his anger still simmering.

Violet sighed, her expression relieved. She turned to the guard and the driver. “Am sorry, will this get you guys in trouble?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

The guard’s expression was reassuring. “Not really, Miss Sofia,” he said, his voice calm.

Violet sighed again, her expression thoughtful. She walked away, leaving the guard and the driver to depart.

Next Episode 

Previous Episode 

 

SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN

Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen – Episode 5

THEME: His slave

 © Isabella Library 

    ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

     Violet’s eyes blazed with anger as she stared hard at the man, her face contorted in irritation. She struggled to free her hand from his grasp, but he held tight.

The man smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You look stubborn, I guess you are new here,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension.

Violet’s face twisted in annoyance, her voice firm. “Let go of my hand,” she warned, her eyes flashing with anger.

The rest of the people in the room laughed, seeming to enjoy the exchange. The man stood up, trying to flirt with Violet, but she pushed him off, and he fell back into his chair.

The room fell silent, the people present looking on in surprise. Violet’s face was red with anger, her eyes blazing with fury. “Don’t you ever!” she said, her voice loud and clear.

She turned to leave, almost bumping into Shawn, who was standing behind her. His eyes narrowed, his face expressionless. “What’s going on here?” he asked, his voice firm.

The man who had been flirting with Violet spoke up, his voice whiny. “Your worker was being rude, she just humiliated me.”

Shawn’s eyes flashed with anger, his face cold. He pushed closer to the man, his voice low and menacing. “Don’t you ever try what you did earlier, I saw you trying to flirt with her.”

The man looked away, avoiding Shawn’s cold gaze. “Have a lovely evening,” Shawn said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

He turned to look for Violet, but she was nowhere to be seen. His eyes narrowed, his face expressionless, as he scanned the room, searching for her.

   Violet stormed to the corner of the building, her face twisted in anger. “Asshole!” she exclaimed, her voice loud and clear.

Shawn appeared behind her, his expression calm. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice firm.

Violet turned to face him, her eyes blazing with fury. “I want to go home,” she said, her voice firm, her face scrunched up in a frown.

Shawn’s expression remained unyielding, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You will, after your job here is done,” he said, his voice firm.

Violet’s face contorted in disgust, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Are you serious right now? I don’t like it in here, take me home or I will find my way home,” she said, her eyes flashing with anger.

Shawn’s expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Listen to me, Sofia, I owe you and I will let you go when I am done with you,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension.

He turned to leave, but his eyes caught sight of a man from afar, wearing a mask and holding a gun aimed in Shawn’s direction. Shawn’s eyes widened, his face twisted in alarm, as he quickly grabbed Violet and dodged the bullet. The gun fired through the air, the sound echoing through the night.

Violet let out a scream, hiding in Shawn’s arms, her face contorted in fear. Shawn’s men were alert, quickly surrounding the area and shooting in the direction of where the gun came from.

   Shawn’s men safeguarded the entire area, leading Shawn to his car while he held tight to Violet. They entered the car and drove off, leaving the chaotic scene behind.

An hour later, they arrived home, and Violet quickly ran out of the car, rushing inside the mansion. Shawn stared after her, his expression unreadable, before following her inside with his men.

“Find out who was responsible for the shooting,” he ordered, his voice firm.

His men bowed to him, acknowledging his command, as he walked away.

Violet squeezed herself under the blanket, sobbing in fear. She had watched movies with gunshots before, but she had never encountered anything like this in real life.

The next day, Violet jerked awake from sleep, noticing the time was 10 am. She had an afternoon class at 1 pm, and she quickly stood up, staggering to the bathroom to freshen up.

Some minutes later, she came out of her room, dressed and ready to leave. Her eyes met Shawn’s, who was standing in front of her, his expression calm.

“You are finally awake, I thought you died in your sleep,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Violet rolled her eyes at him, her expression annoyed. “Why are you early to go to school, I thought you are on afternoon class,” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Violet’s expression turned defensive, her voice firm. “Yes, I don’t want to be late on my second day in school.”

She turned to leave, but her eyes met the sight of two of Shawn’s men dragging in a man who had been beaten mercilessly. “Boss, we have him,” one of the guards said, their faces expressionless.

Shawn ordered them to take the man to his private chamber, which they obeyed. Shawn turned to Violet, his eyes narrowing slightly. “What? Aren’t you going to school anymore?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

Violet’s expression turned concerned, her eyes fixed on Shawn. “What are you going to do to him?” she asked, her voice laced with worry.

Shawn scoffed, his expression dismissive. “None of your business,” he said, his voice firm, before walking away.

.

.

.

.

  Violet sat alone in the hall, her head resting on the table. Her assigned guard had left a while ago to get her something to eat. She was lost in thought when a voice interrupted her.

“Mind if I sit with you?” a female voice asked.

Violet raised her face to see a young, elegant lady, dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. She wore medicated glasses and had a warm, welcoming smile. Violet’s expression softened, and she smiled back.

“Yeah, sure,” Violet said, her voice friendly.

The lady sat next to her, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “Thank you, I’m Mabel,” she said, extending her hand.

Violet shook her hand, her smile widening. “Violet,” she replied.

Mabel’s eyes lit up with interest. “Are you a new student here?” she asked, her voice curious.

Violet nodded, her expression open. “Yes, you?”

Mabel smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Yes, I transferred here last semester”.

  “So, you study business too?”Violet asked.

Mabel nodded, her expression enthusiastic. “Yes, my family owns a business company, so in the future, I’m hoping to take over the family business.”

Violet’s eyes widened with interest, her smile warm. “Nice,” she said. 

  “What about you?”Mabel asked.

Violet hesitated, her expression uncertain, until she was interrupted by her assigned guard.

“Here is your lunch, Miss Sofia,” he said, placing the paper lunch bag in front of her. He moved two feet away from them, his eyes scanning the area.

Violet’s face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes avoiding Mabel’s gaze. Mabel’s eyes narrowed, her expression curious.

“Um, you have a bodyguard?” Mabel asked, her voice laced with surprise.

Violet sighed, her expression sheepish. “Believe me, it’s a long story,” she said.

Mabel’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Why is he calling you Miss Sofia?” she asked, her voice gentle.

Violet’s face twisted in embarrassment, her eyes avoiding Mabel’s gaze. “It’s a long story too,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mabel’s expression softened, her eyes filled with understanding. “Oh,” she said, noticing the embarrassment in Violet’s face.

   ★SHAWN’S MANSION★

   Later in the day, Shawn paced around the living room, his expression growing increasingly furious as the minutes ticked by. Violet was not back from school, and there was no way to reach her since she didn’t have a phone. Shawn tried calling the guard and the driver’s numbers, but none of them were connecting.

Just as Shawn was about to explode with anger, Violet and the guard entered the room, followed by the driver. Shawn’s eyes narrowed, his face twisted in a scowl.

“What happened to your phones?” he yelled at them, his voice echoing through the room.

The guard and the driver bowed their heads, their expressions sheepish. Violet knew they were in trouble because they had gotten delayed due to the school activities.

Violet stepped forward, her expression apologetic. “Please don’t blame them, it’s my fault,” she said, her voice soft.

Shawn’s scowl deepened, his eyes flashing with anger. He frowned at the guard and the driver before stumbling away, his anger still simmering.

Violet sighed, her expression relieved. She turned to the guard and the driver. “Am sorry, will this get you guys in trouble?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

The guard’s expression was reassuring. “Not really, Miss Sofia,” he said, his voice calm.

Violet sighed again, her expression thoughtful. She walked away, leaving the guard and the driver to depart.

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SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN

Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen – Episode 5

THEME: His slave

 © Isabella Library 

    ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

     Violet’s eyes blazed with anger as she stared hard at the man, her face contorted in irritation. She struggled to free her hand from his grasp, but he held tight.

The man smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You look stubborn, I guess you are new here,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension.

Violet’s face twisted in annoyance, her voice firm. “Let go of my hand,” she warned, her eyes flashing with anger.

The rest of the people in the room laughed, seeming to enjoy the exchange. The man stood up, trying to flirt with Violet, but she pushed him off, and he fell back into his chair.

The room fell silent, the people present looking on in surprise. Violet’s face was red with anger, her eyes blazing with fury. “Don’t you ever!” she said, her voice loud and clear.

She turned to leave, almost bumping into Shawn, who was standing behind her. His eyes narrowed, his face expressionless. “What’s going on here?” he asked, his voice firm.

The man who had been flirting with Violet spoke up, his voice whiny. “Your worker was being rude, she just humiliated me.”

Shawn’s eyes flashed with anger, his face cold. He pushed closer to the man, his voice low and menacing. “Don’t you ever try what you did earlier, I saw you trying to flirt with her.”

The man looked away, avoiding Shawn’s cold gaze. “Have a lovely evening,” Shawn said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

He turned to look for Violet, but she was nowhere to be seen. His eyes narrowed, his face expressionless, as he scanned the room, searching for her.

   Violet stormed to the corner of the building, her face twisted in anger. “Asshole!” she exclaimed, her voice loud and clear.

Shawn appeared behind her, his expression calm. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice firm.

Violet turned to face him, her eyes blazing with fury. “I want to go home,” she said, her voice firm, her face scrunched up in a frown.

Shawn’s expression remained unyielding, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You will, after your job here is done,” he said, his voice firm.

Violet’s face contorted in disgust, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Are you serious right now? I don’t like it in here, take me home or I will find my way home,” she said, her eyes flashing with anger.

Shawn’s expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Listen to me, Sofia, I owe you and I will let you go when I am done with you,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension.

He turned to leave, but his eyes caught sight of a man from afar, wearing a mask and holding a gun aimed in Shawn’s direction. Shawn’s eyes widened, his face twisted in alarm, as he quickly grabbed Violet and dodged the bullet. The gun fired through the air, the sound echoing through the night.

Violet let out a scream, hiding in Shawn’s arms, her face contorted in fear. Shawn’s men were alert, quickly surrounding the area and shooting in the direction of where the gun came from.

   Shawn’s men safeguarded the entire area, leading Shawn to his car while he held tight to Violet. They entered the car and drove off, leaving the chaotic scene behind.

An hour later, they arrived home, and Violet quickly ran out of the car, rushing inside the mansion. Shawn stared after her, his expression unreadable, before following her inside with his men.

“Find out who was responsible for the shooting,” he ordered, his voice firm.

His men bowed to him, acknowledging his command, as he walked away.

Violet squeezed herself under the blanket, sobbing in fear. She had watched movies with gunshots before, but she had never encountered anything like this in real life.

The next day, Violet jerked awake from sleep, noticing the time was 10 am. She had an afternoon class at 1 pm, and she quickly stood up, staggering to the bathroom to freshen up.

Some minutes later, she came out of her room, dressed and ready to leave. Her eyes met Shawn’s, who was standing in front of her, his expression calm.

“You are finally awake, I thought you died in your sleep,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Violet rolled her eyes at him, her expression annoyed. “Why are you early to go to school, I thought you are on afternoon class,” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Violet’s expression turned defensive, her voice firm. “Yes, I don’t want to be late on my second day in school.”

She turned to leave, but her eyes met the sight of two of Shawn’s men dragging in a man who had been beaten mercilessly. “Boss, we have him,” one of the guards said, their faces expressionless.

Shawn ordered them to take the man to his private chamber, which they obeyed. Shawn turned to Violet, his eyes narrowing slightly. “What? Aren’t you going to school anymore?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

Violet’s expression turned concerned, her eyes fixed on Shawn. “What are you going to do to him?” she asked, her voice laced with worry.

Shawn scoffed, his expression dismissive. “None of your business,” he said, his voice firm, before walking away.

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  Violet sat alone in the hall, her head resting on the table. Her assigned guard had left a while ago to get her something to eat. She was lost in thought when a voice interrupted her.

“Mind if I sit with you?” a female voice asked.

Violet raised her face to see a young, elegant lady, dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. She wore medicated glasses and had a warm, welcoming smile. Violet’s expression softened, and she smiled back.

“Yeah, sure,” Violet said, her voice friendly.

The lady sat next to her, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “Thank you, I’m Mabel,” she said, extending her hand.

Violet shook her hand, her smile widening. “Violet,” she replied.

Mabel’s eyes lit up with interest. “Are you a new student here?” she asked, her voice curious.

Violet nodded, her expression open. “Yes, you?”

Mabel smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Yes, I transferred here last semester”.

  “So, you study business too?”Violet asked.

Mabel nodded, her expression enthusiastic. “Yes, my family owns a business company, so in the future, I’m hoping to take over the family business.”

Violet’s eyes widened with interest, her smile warm. “Nice,” she said. 

  “What about you?”Mabel asked.

Violet hesitated, her expression uncertain, until she was interrupted by her assigned guard.

“Here is your lunch, Miss Sofia,” he said, placing the paper lunch bag in front of her. He moved two feet away from them, his eyes scanning the area.

Violet’s face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes avoiding Mabel’s gaze. Mabel’s eyes narrowed, her expression curious.

“Um, you have a bodyguard?” Mabel asked, her voice laced with surprise.

Violet sighed, her expression sheepish. “Believe me, it’s a long story,” she said.

Mabel’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Why is he calling you Miss Sofia?” she asked, her voice gentle.

Violet’s face twisted in embarrassment, her eyes avoiding Mabel’s gaze. “It’s a long story too,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mabel’s expression softened, her eyes filled with understanding. “Oh,” she said, noticing the embarrassment in Violet’s face.

   ★SHAWN’S MANSION★

   Later in the day, Shawn paced around the living room, his expression growing increasingly furious as the minutes ticked by. Violet was not back from school, and there was no way to reach her since she didn’t have a phone. Shawn tried calling the guard and the driver’s numbers, but none of them were connecting.

Just as Shawn was about to explode with anger, Violet and the guard entered the room, followed by the driver. Shawn’s eyes narrowed, his face twisted in a scowl.

“What happened to your phones?” he yelled at them, his voice echoing through the room.

The guard and the driver bowed their heads, their expressions sheepish. Violet knew they were in trouble because they had gotten delayed due to the school activities.

Violet stepped forward, her expression apologetic. “Please don’t blame them, it’s my fault,” she said, her voice soft.

Shawn’s scowl deepened, his eyes flashing with anger. He frowned at the guard and the driver before stumbling away, his anger still simmering.

Violet sighed, her expression relieved. She turned to the guard and the driver. “Am sorry, will this get you guys in trouble?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

The guard’s expression was reassuring. “Not really, Miss Sofia,” he said, his voice calm.

Violet sighed again, her expression thoughtful. She walked away, leaving the guard and the driver to depart.

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SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN

Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen – Episode 3

THEME: His slave

 © Isabella Library 

    ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

   Violet stood at Shawn’s doorstep, her hand hesitating over the door handle. she knew once she stepped inside, there would be no turning back, she felt pained knowing she is giving herself to a monster, somebody she despise the most in this whole wide world, she couldn’t think of hour to escape, she just wish for the ground to open up and swallow her up or her grandmother could just walk in through that door.Her heart sank, and she felt a wave of despair wash over her. She was trapped, with no escape in sight.She thought for a while and idea rushed through her mind, she rushed back to her to change into another clothes.

Shawn, on the other hand, was oblivious to Violet’s turmoil. He was lying on his bed, shirtless, working on his laptop. When someone knocked on the door, he stood up, expecting it to be Violet. He opened the door, and his eyes widened in surprise at Violet’s appearance.

Violet was wearing a tight jeans trousers with a big polo, and her hair looked messy with an excess of funny makeup on her face. Shawn’s expression was one of disgust, and he sighed tiredly at her.

“What are you wearing?” he asked, his voice laced with disdain.

Violet looked up at him, her face bowed. “What I love wearing every night,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Shawn sighed again, his expression unimpressed. “Do you know what you look like right now? You look like a zombie.”

Violet raised her face to him, a fake smile plastered on her face. “Really? So, can I go back to my room now?”

She turned to leave, but Shawn quickly grabbed his shirt and pulled her inside, shutting the door behind her. Violet gulped nervously, knowing that her trick hadn’t worked.

Shawn’s expression was cold, his eyes glinting with amusement. Violet avoided his gaze, her voice trembling. “Please don’t hurt me, I am not ready.”

Shawn’s expression didn’t change, but he pulled away from Violet, his eyes never leaving hers.

 Violet’s eyes widened as Shawn spoke, his expression cold and unyielding. “I told you to get yourself prepared,” he said, his voice firm.

Violet’s face contorted in fear, her eyes pleading. “I am not ready, I don’t want to, please give me something else to do and I will do it,” she said, her voice shaking.

Shawn’s expression turned mocking, his eyes glinting with amusement. “You naughty fool, do you really think I will want to have something with you? You are nothing but a slave to me, I will have you when you are willing to give yourself to me,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain.

He moved to the bed, handing her a brown envelope. “Here, this is for you,” he said, his expression indifferent.

Violet took the envelope, her hands shaking. “What’s this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Shawn shrugged, his expression uninterested. “Why not see for yourself?” he said, leaving her to open the envelope.

Violet’s eyes widened as she pulled out a white paper, her face lighting up with excitement. She glanced through the paper, her eyes scanning the contents. Suddenly, she let out a scream, quickly covering her mouth. “I…I…yes!!!” she exclaimed, jumping up and down.

Shawn scoffed, his expression annoyed. “Please leave my room, you are distracting me,” he said, waving his hand dismissively.

Violet rushed out of his room, excitement radiating from her face. “So ungrateful, she couldn’t say thank you to me for making…” Shawn muttered to himself, but his words were cut off as Violet opened the door.

“Thank you,” she smiled, her eyes sparkling with gratitude, before leaving and shutting the door behind her.

Shawn scoffed, his expression unimpressed, and continued with what he was doing.

   Violet’s face lit up with excitement as she shared the good news with the workers. “Congratulations!” they chimed in unison, their faces beaming with smiles.

Violet smiled, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. “Thank you, finally I am free at last,” she said, her voice filled with relief.

But her joy was short-lived, as Shawn appeared from behind, his expression cold and unyielding. “Says who?” he asked, his voice firm.

The staff quickly dispersed, busying themselves with their tasks. Shawn smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. “You are not free until your grandmother pays me back my money,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain.

Violet’s face fell, her eyes flashing with anger. “Moron, does he have to remind me of my misery?” she muttered under her breath.

Later, during lunch, Violet and Shawn sat at the dining table, eating in silence. Shawn broke the silence, his expression unyielding. “Just so you know, you will be going to school from home, a guard will be assigned to take you to school and bring you back home.”

Violet’s eyes widened in surprise, her face contorted in concern. “How do you expect me to do that, the school is two hours drive from here,” she said, her voice laced with worry.

Shawn shrugged, his expression indifferent. “I don’t care, it’s an order, everything you need has been paid for,” he said, his voice firm.

Violet’s face twisted in anger, her eyes flashing with defiance. “You are still my slave, there is no freedom for you until your debt is paid,” Shawn said, his voice dripping with disdain.

Violet’s face contorted in rage, her eyes blazing with fury. “I am not your slave, don’t you ever call me that again, you and my grandmother made the deal, why am I being used as prey?” she exclaimed, her voice shaking with anger.

Shawn’s expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with amusement. “You are and you will always be, now I see why your family abandoned you, you are a cursed child, stop dreaming your grandmother will come for you, because it will never happen, she sold you to me and you will remain with me,” he said, his voice dripping with malice.

Violet’s face twisted in rage, her eyes blazing with fury. She clenched her fist, her body trembling with anger.

  Violet’s face twisted in rage, her eyes blazing with fury. “I hate you, you are a monster!” she exclaimed, her voice shaking with anger.

Shawn’s expression turned cold, his eyes narrowing into slits. “What did you just call me?” he asked, his voice low and menacing.

Violet’s face contorted in defiance, her eyes flashing with anger. “A monster, that’s what you are! Who do you think you are that you will decide my future for me? I am not a cursed child… You are the cursed one, how am I sure your family didn’t abandon you as well, that’s why no one ever comes around to ask of you, you are a loner and that you will be for the rest of your miserable life!” she yelled, her voice echoing through the room.

Shawn’s face turned red with rage, his eyes blazing with fury. He hit the table hard, shaking the whole building. “How dare you!” he exclaimed, his voice thundering through the room.

He stood up, his eyes fixed on Violet, and stared hard into her eyes. “Today, I will show you the monster that I am,” he said, his voice dripping with malice.

He pulled Violet up, flipping her over his shoulder as he headed upstairs. “Let me go!” Violet struggled and hit him, trying to get him to put her down.

The staff from the kitchen rushed out, their faces filled with fear and concern. Shawn entered his bedroom, flipping Violet onto the bed. She flinched in fear, her eyes wide with terror.

“No, please,” she sobbed, her body shaking with fear.

Shawn’s expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with malice. “I am a monster, right?” he said, taking off his shirt.

Violet was shaking in fear, trying to scramble away from him. “No! I am sorry!” she begged, her voice trembling with fear.

Shawn pulled her back, staring hard into her eyes. He started to rip off her clothes, Violet screaming and begging him to stop. But Shawn was filled with anger, his face twisted in rage.

“Please! Don’t!” Violet sobbed, her body shaking with fear.

Shawn grunted angrily, constantly hitting his hand on the pillow. “Get out!” he yelled, his voice thundering through the room.

Violet ran out quickly, tears streaming down her face.

   Shawn sat upright on the bed, groaning in anger. He stood up, took his phone, and walked out, his men following closely behind. When they arrived at the car, they got in and sped off.

Some minutes later, Shawn arrived at his clubhouse and made his way to the VIP section. The music was loud, and people were drinking and dancing. A waiter approached him and served his favorite drink.

Just then, a lady interrupted him, wearing a seductive outfit. Shawn raised his face, looking at her with interest, and gestured to the men at the entrance to let her in. She rushed over to him, smiling flirtatiously.

Shawn smirked mischievously, clearly enjoying the attention. The lady started to chat with him, laughing and playing with her hair. Shawn leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed and entertained.

The lady leaned in close, whispering something in Shawn’s ear. He smiled, seeming to enjoy the conversation. The music and laughter continued to fill the air, creating a lively atmosphere.

  ///////

TBC

 

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SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN

Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen – Episode 3

THEME: His slave

 © Isabella Library 

    ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

   Violet stood at Shawn’s doorstep, her hand hesitating over the door handle. she knew once she stepped inside, there would be no turning back, she felt pained knowing she is giving herself to a monster, somebody she despise the most in this whole wide world, she couldn’t think of hour to escape, she just wish for the ground to open up and swallow her up or her grandmother could just walk in through that door.Her heart sank, and she felt a wave of despair wash over her. She was trapped, with no escape in sight.She thought for a while and idea rushed through her mind, she rushed back to her to change into another clothes.

Shawn, on the other hand, was oblivious to Violet’s turmoil. He was lying on his bed, shirtless, working on his laptop. When someone knocked on the door, he stood up, expecting it to be Violet. He opened the door, and his eyes widened in surprise at Violet’s appearance.

Violet was wearing a tight jeans trousers with a big polo, and her hair looked messy with an excess of funny makeup on her face. Shawn’s expression was one of disgust, and he sighed tiredly at her.

“What are you wearing?” he asked, his voice laced with disdain.

Violet looked up at him, her face bowed. “What I love wearing every night,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Shawn sighed again, his expression unimpressed. “Do you know what you look like right now? You look like a zombie.”

Violet raised her face to him, a fake smile plastered on her face. “Really? So, can I go back to my room now?”

She turned to leave, but Shawn quickly grabbed his shirt and pulled her inside, shutting the door behind her. Violet gulped nervously, knowing that her trick hadn’t worked.

Shawn’s expression was cold, his eyes glinting with amusement. Violet avoided his gaze, her voice trembling. “Please don’t hurt me, I am not ready.”

Shawn’s expression didn’t change, but he pulled away from Violet, his eyes never leaving hers.

 Violet’s eyes widened as Shawn spoke, his expression cold and unyielding. “I told you to get yourself prepared,” he said, his voice firm.

Violet’s face contorted in fear, her eyes pleading. “I am not ready, I don’t want to, please give me something else to do and I will do it,” she said, her voice shaking.

Shawn’s expression turned mocking, his eyes glinting with amusement. “You naughty fool, do you really think I will want to have something with you? You are nothing but a slave to me, I will have you when you are willing to give yourself to me,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain.

He moved to the bed, handing her a brown envelope. “Here, this is for you,” he said, his expression indifferent.

Violet took the envelope, her hands shaking. “What’s this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Shawn shrugged, his expression uninterested. “Why not see for yourself?” he said, leaving her to open the envelope.

Violet’s eyes widened as she pulled out a white paper, her face lighting up with excitement. She glanced through the paper, her eyes scanning the contents. Suddenly, she let out a scream, quickly covering her mouth. “I…I…yes!!!” she exclaimed, jumping up and down.

Shawn scoffed, his expression annoyed. “Please leave my room, you are distracting me,” he said, waving his hand dismissively.

Violet rushed out of his room, excitement radiating from her face. “So ungrateful, she couldn’t say thank you to me for making…” Shawn muttered to himself, but his words were cut off as Violet opened the door.

“Thank you,” she smiled, her eyes sparkling with gratitude, before leaving and shutting the door behind her.

Shawn scoffed, his expression unimpressed, and continued with what he was doing.

   Violet’s face lit up with excitement as she shared the good news with the workers. “Congratulations!” they chimed in unison, their faces beaming with smiles.

Violet smiled, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. “Thank you, finally I am free at last,” she said, her voice filled with relief.

But her joy was short-lived, as Shawn appeared from behind, his expression cold and unyielding. “Says who?” he asked, his voice firm.

The staff quickly dispersed, busying themselves with their tasks. Shawn smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. “You are not free until your grandmother pays me back my money,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain.

Violet’s face fell, her eyes flashing with anger. “Moron, does he have to remind me of my misery?” she muttered under her breath.

Later, during lunch, Violet and Shawn sat at the dining table, eating in silence. Shawn broke the silence, his expression unyielding. “Just so you know, you will be going to school from home, a guard will be assigned to take you to school and bring you back home.”

Violet’s eyes widened in surprise, her face contorted in concern. “How do you expect me to do that, the school is two hours drive from here,” she said, her voice laced with worry.

Shawn shrugged, his expression indifferent. “I don’t care, it’s an order, everything you need has been paid for,” he said, his voice firm.

Violet’s face twisted in anger, her eyes flashing with defiance. “You are still my slave, there is no freedom for you until your debt is paid,” Shawn said, his voice dripping with disdain.

Violet’s face contorted in rage, her eyes blazing with fury. “I am not your slave, don’t you ever call me that again, you and my grandmother made the deal, why am I being used as prey?” she exclaimed, her voice shaking with anger.

Shawn’s expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with amusement. “You are and you will always be, now I see why your family abandoned you, you are a cursed child, stop dreaming your grandmother will come for you, because it will never happen, she sold you to me and you will remain with me,” he said, his voice dripping with malice.

Violet’s face twisted in rage, her eyes blazing with fury. She clenched her fist, her body trembling with anger.

  Violet’s face twisted in rage, her eyes blazing with fury. “I hate you, you are a monster!” she exclaimed, her voice shaking with anger.

Shawn’s expression turned cold, his eyes narrowing into slits. “What did you just call me?” he asked, his voice low and menacing.

Violet’s face contorted in defiance, her eyes flashing with anger. “A monster, that’s what you are! Who do you think you are that you will decide my future for me? I am not a cursed child… You are the cursed one, how am I sure your family didn’t abandon you as well, that’s why no one ever comes around to ask of you, you are a loner and that you will be for the rest of your miserable life!” she yelled, her voice echoing through the room.

Shawn’s face turned red with rage, his eyes blazing with fury. He hit the table hard, shaking the whole building. “How dare you!” he exclaimed, his voice thundering through the room.

He stood up, his eyes fixed on Violet, and stared hard into her eyes. “Today, I will show you the monster that I am,” he said, his voice dripping with malice.

He pulled Violet up, flipping her over his shoulder as he headed upstairs. “Let me go!” Violet struggled and hit him, trying to get him to put her down.

The staff from the kitchen rushed out, their faces filled with fear and concern. Shawn entered his bedroom, flipping Violet onto the bed. She flinched in fear, her eyes wide with terror.

“No, please,” she sobbed, her body shaking with fear.

Shawn’s expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with malice. “I am a monster, right?” he said, taking off his shirt.

Violet was shaking in fear, trying to scramble away from him. “No! I am sorry!” she begged, her voice trembling with fear.

Shawn pulled her back, staring hard into her eyes. He started to rip off her clothes, Violet screaming and begging him to stop. But Shawn was filled with anger, his face twisted in rage.

“Please! Don’t!” Violet sobbed, her body shaking with fear.

Shawn grunted angrily, constantly hitting his hand on the pillow. “Get out!” he yelled, his voice thundering through the room.

Violet ran out quickly, tears streaming down her face.

   Shawn sat upright on the bed, groaning in anger. He stood up, took his phone, and walked out, his men following closely behind. When they arrived at the car, they got in and sped off.

Some minutes later, Shawn arrived at his clubhouse and made his way to the VIP section. The music was loud, and people were drinking and dancing. A waiter approached him and served his favorite drink.

Just then, a lady interrupted him, wearing a seductive outfit. Shawn raised his face, looking at her with interest, and gestured to the men at the entrance to let her in. She rushed over to him, smiling flirtatiously.

Shawn smirked mischievously, clearly enjoying the attention. The lady started to chat with him, laughing and playing with her hair. Shawn leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed and entertained.

The lady leaned in close, whispering something in Shawn’s ear. He smiled, seeming to enjoy the conversation. The music and laughter continued to fill the air, creating a lively atmosphere.

  ///////

TBC

 

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SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN

Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen – Episode 2

THEME: His slave

 © Isabella Library 

    ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

       As the years passed, Violet’s patience grew, and she held onto the hope that her grandmother would one day return to her. She rarely saw or spoke to Shawn, as he was always away on business meetings, sometimes for weeks or even months at a time.

Despite his absence, Shawn ensured that Violet was well taken care of. He instructed the household staff to cater to her every need, and Violet was given everything she desired. Shawn also employed a private tutor to educate Violet at home, until she was old enough to attend a higher institution. However, her freedom was severely limited. Shawn employed additional security guards to prevent her from escaping, and she was not allowed to leave the compound.

Violet’s days were spent in isolation, with no friends to play with, except for the household staff who attended to her needs. Guards followed her everywhere, even to the garden, which was her favorite place in the house. The garden was a tranquil oasis, filled with vibrant flowers that Violet lovingly watered every day.

The gardener had initially tried to stop Violet from watering the flowers, fearing that Shawn would be angry. However, Violet had refused to listen, and Shawn had eventually instructed the gardener to let her do as she pleased.

As Violet tended to the flowers, her expression was a mix of sadness and determination. Her eyes, once bright and full of life, had dimmed with the passing years. However, her love for the flowers and her determination to hold onto hope kept her going.

Shawn, on the other hand, was a mystery. His expression was always cold and calculating, his eyes gleaming with a sinister intent. Despite his absence, his presence was felt throughout the house, and Violet knew that she was never truly alone.

   As the clock ticked away, Violet squeezed herself into a ball on her bed, knowing that she would be turning eighteen tomorrow. She had given up hope of her grandmother returning, and the thought filled her with despair. She sobbed throughout the night, wishing for a miracle to happen.

Shawn, who was staying in a nearby room, emerged into the hallway and stopped by Violet’s doorstep. He listened to her sobs, his expression unreadable. He had grown accustomed to her tears every night and knew that she would be better by the next day.

“Grandma, please come back,” Violet sobbed, her voice barely audible.

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The next morning, Violet emerged from her room, looking fresh and determined. She made her way to the dining table, where a mouth-watering breakfast was laid out. Shawn was absent, but his presence was felt throughout the room.

As Violet sat down to eat, the staff members approached her, holding various presents. “Happy birthday, Miss Sofia,” they chimed in unison, their faces beaming with smiles.

Violet’s expression turned stern as she corrected them. “Thank you, but my name is Violet.”

Just as she finished speaking, Shawn interrupted from the staircase, his voice firm and authoritative. “Says who?” he asked, his eyes narrowing as he descended the stairs.

The staff members quickly lost their smiles and bowed their heads, sensing the tension in the air. Shawn moved closer to Violet, his face inches from hers. Violet gulped nervously and pushed back, trying to create some distance between them.

“Your name is Sofia,” Shawn said, his voice cold and unyielding. “Get used to it.”

With that, he sat down, his eyes never leaving Violet’s face. He ordered the staff members to drop the presents and return to their duties. They quickly complied, leaving Violet alone with Shawn.

Violet’s eyes widened as she gazed at the presents on the table. “Who’s gifts are these?” she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

Shawn smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. “They are yours, dummy. It’s your eighteenth birthday today, am I right?” He took a sip from his coffee, his expression condescending.

Violet’s face fell, and she gulped nervously. “I don’t want them,” she said, her voice firm.

Shawn scoffed, his expression dismissive. “That’s your biz!” He waved his hand, his eyes never leaving Violet’s face. Violet’s eyes flashed with defiance, but Shawn’s next words made her heart sink. “It seems your grandmother is never coming back. Our deal has extended to its limits, which means you are all mine now.” He smirked, his eyes glinting with triumph.

Violet’s face twisted in determination. “Never! I will never be yours. My grandma will come for me and take me out of here.” She stood up, her eyes blazing with defiance.

Shawn scoffed, his expression mocking. “Keep wishing yourself that.” He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Violet’s face.

Violet’s face fell, but she stood her ground. “I know it,” she said, her voice firm. “I know of it.”

Shawn raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. Violet turned to leave, but Shawn’s voice stopped her. “And where are you going?”

Violet turned back, her eyes flashing with defiance. “My room.”

Shawn’s expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with anger. “Don’t you dare move an inch. You haven’t eaten your food.”

Violet’s face fell, and she took two steps back before Shawn’s hand grabbed her and pulled her back to the table. She flinched in fear, her eyes wide with terror.

Shawn’s eyes pierced hers, his expression cold and unyielding. “When I am talking to you, you don’t walk out on me.”

Violet’s face crumpled, and she turned away, tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry…I promise not to disobey you again,” she stammered, her voice shaking.

Shawn stared at her, his expression unyielding. Then, he pushed her back and said, “Now, sit down and eat.”

Violet sniffed and sat down, her eyes fixed on the food in front of her. “I lost my appetite,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Shawn stared at her, his expression unyielding. “I don’t care,” he said, his voice firm.

Violet sniffed and sat down, her eyes fixed on the food in front of her. She started eating, her movements mechanical, as Shawn watched her with an unyielding gaze.

   Violet stood at the window of her room, gazing up at the stars twinkling in the night sky. Her mind was preoccupied with the words Shawn had spoken earlier: “Just so you know, get prepared for tonight.” She shook off the feeling of unease, wondering what he had meant.

As she stepped out of her room, she made her way to the kitchen, where the staff were tidying up. “Um, hey,” she said, and they turned to her.

   One of the staff asked politely, “Is there something you need, Miss Sofia?”

Violet hesitated, her eyes scanning the faces of the staff. “Um… not really, I just need you guys to help me verify something.” She took a deep breath and asked, “What does it mean when someone says, ‘Get prepared for tonight’?”

The staff exchanged confused glances. “Who said that to you? Was it the boss?” one of them asked. Violet nodded, and the staff looked at each other nervously.

One of them suggested, “Maybe he’s planning on taking you out to celebrate your birthday.”

   Violet shook her head, her eyes wide with fear. “It’s past 11 pm, I don’t think so.”

The staff fell silent, thinking for a moment. Then, one of them gasped, “I know it!” The others nodded in agreement, their faces somber.

The staff nodded sadly, their faces filled with pity. “We are sorry to break this to you, it’s not something you might wanna do,” one of them said.

   “What, tell me,” Violet asked curiously, and one of them whispered in her ear.

Violet let out a gasp and covered her mouth, her eyes wide with horror. The staff nodded sadly, their faces filled with pity. “I guess it’s time,” one of them said. 

  Violet shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “No, not with him.”

Just then, a guard appeared at the doorway, bowing low. “The boss requests your presence in his room,” he said, his voice firm.

Fear overwhelmed Violet, and she felt a chill run down her spine. The staff stared at her sadly, knowing that there was no escape.

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