Slave to Mafia's Desire || Vol. 1

23-No Other Option

"Why did you have to involve Ivella? She's as clueless as a child..." Raiden said with a sigh.

"This is the way she's chosen to pay off her parents' debt. It's that simple," the boss replied coldly.

"You mean this was the path you forced on her..." Raiden spat.

"Would you rather I auction off her body parts in the underground market instead? Or put her on auction so that some old geezer could purchase her as his personal sex slave? Would that even cover the debt, I wonder... probably not," the boss said with an amused smile on his face.

"You're a sick bastard..." Raiden hissed, his eyes wild with anger.

"I don't care how you see me, Raiden. I have my responsibilities, and you have yours! Marry her, sleep with her, impregnate her, and give me an heir already!" the boss shouted once again.

"What the fuck are you saying? Do you even hear yourself right now?" Raiden said in disbelief.

"What's the problem? If you don't like the order of my proposal, you can sleep with her before you marry her. Like hell if I care. Although, I don't think you can impregnate her without having sex with her... haha. You've gotta do it the natural way, my boy..." the boss said with a smug smile.

"You're the one who doesn't get it. I can screw her until she breaks, and I'll still feel no love for her. I can fuck her until she goes crazy, but that doesn't mean you'll end up getting your heir. I'll say it again, I don't want to take over this business, and I'm not going to breed anyone else to take it over after me," Raiden said loud and clear.

"Stop being so selfish, Raiden. I wouldn't have you either if I had other options. Unfortunately, for both you and me, there is no other option," his father stated, his tone dark.

"You can't use that girl to tie me down to the business..." Raiden said calmly.

"We'll see about that..." his father replied with a shrug.

The two men stared at each other intensely, neither backing down, until a soft knock on the door broke the tension in the room. The boss sighed loudly as he turned away from his son. Before the door could open, Raiden pulled it open with a loud slam and stormed out of his father's office.

"Come in. Why the hell are you just standing there?!" the boss screamed at the man who had just knocked on the door.

It was clear to the man that whatever the boss had been discussing with his son did not go well, and now he was about to bear the brunt of the boss's anger.

...

I woke up the next day with a slight headache and an obvious ache between my legs. Every time I moved, the ache reminded me of Raiden and how he caressed and pleasured my body.

27 days left. Hang in there, Ivella!

After what happened last night with Raiden, it became even more obvious that I had to avoid him. To survive the next 27 days, I needed to implement the "Avoid Raiden Like the Plague" plan. I had to avoid him at all costs and limit our interactions as much as possible.

This morning was a good time to start. I pushed my thoughts and memories of my passionate tryst with Raiden last night out of my mind and told myself to focus on the present and the future instead of the past. Just like the day before, I quickly made something for him in the kitchen and placed it on the dining table.

As expected, I didn't run into Raiden at all that morning before I left the penthouse. As usual, I went to the hospital to visit my grandmother. The difference was that, starting today, I would be working on my painting of her.

"Good morning, Granny," I said cheerily as I popped my head into her hospital room.

"Ivella... you're here again today," Grandma said, smiling lovingly at me.

"Of course, I'm here. I miss you," I replied.

"You don't have to drop by every single day. I'm sure you've got many things to do," she said with concern.

I smiled at her, not wanting to lie. The truth was, since the mafia had broken into our store and I ended up here, I hadn't attended university. Since it was my final year, there weren't many classes I had to attend because most were coursework where I had to hand in art pieces for various projects. I had been focusing on making sure I didn't miss the deadlines for those because it would definitely delay my graduation.

I didn't want to worry my dear Granny unnecessarily, so I didn't tell her any of this. I hoped that once the situation was resolved after a month, everything could go back to normal. Grandma was sick, and unnecessary stress wouldn't be good for her health.

"Actually, university is quite chill now. I do have to hand in some projects, though," I replied vaguely.

"What do you plan to do today? You've got so much stuff with you," my grandma asked, pointing to the easel, paper, and other art supplies that my bodyguards helped carry into the room for me.

"I told you yesterday, didn't I? I'll be painting a portrait of you, so I brought some materials today so we can start by doing some sketching," I explained.

"Sketching? You mean, you'll sketch me?" she asked, curiously.

"Yup. My plan is to sketch a few versions of you in different poses and with different facial expressions. Then we can choose which one you'd prefer for me to paint. How about it?" I said, smiling proudly at her.

"I see. Okay, that sounds good. Let's follow your plan," my grandmother said with a nervous laugh.

Although I tried to sketch my grandmother as I had planned, it wasn't as easy as I had thought. The main problem was my own lack of concentration. I just couldn't focus like I normally could. When I looked down at the blank paper in the sketchbook in front of me, my mind would start to wander. Unfortunately, whenever my mind wandered, it always landed on one person: Raiden.

I couldn't stop thinking about him the entire day. My face heated up at the thought of Raiden and all the naughty things he had done to me last night in the theater room. I hoped that no one had heard my loud cries and moans. The fact that I had shown that side of myself to Raiden was embarrassing enough already.

--To be continued...
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