All Chapters of THE WRATH OF THE MAFIA KING'S HIDDEN SON: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
19 chapters
CH 1: NO TURNING BACK?
Ryan's POVI wiped my palms on my jeans as Benita cornered me in the hallway. She stared at me with contempt as I watched how her lips formed a thin line. "Ryan, make yourself useful for once. Go help Carol with her project. She waits in her room."I couldn't help but feel irritated. Even robots shut down. Still here I am, working my ass off because of love. Benita had treated me like a nobody for four years, even to my face, despite my marriage to Claire. I nodded as I kept my voice as calm as possible."I will help her."I walked slowly towards Carol's door, knocked, and waited for her response. This reminded me of the day that I just knocked and entered. I shockingly met her going down on one of her cousins and she threatened me that if I ever spill, I'll be doomed. So, till today, no one ever knew.I waited. I almost knocked the second time when I heard Carol's voice. “Come in!”I opened the door and stepped inside as the hinges squeaked. She sat at her desk, her laptop glowing as
2. LET HER GO
Ryan's POVI stared at the divorce papers lying on the desk, the ink from Claire’s signature still fresh, curling slightly where the nib had dug too deep.She had not hesitated.Not a single flicker of doubt. Four years of marriage, and she did not even give me the chance to prove I was not guilty.Not once in those years had we even shared a bed in the way real couples do. We had shared meals, shared a roof, shared dreams I thought were ours, but never the intimacy that was supposed to bind two people together. Yet somehow, this was where it ended. Ended with her looking at me like I was a stranger trying to break into her home.I had thought maybe, just maybe, she would pause before signing. That she would remember the nights I stayed up debugging her AI code until my eyes burned, or the times I carried her half-conscious from her desk to the couch so she could sleep.That maybe, she would remember the man who stood beside her through all those times.But no. She just signed.Then
3. AGAINST THE CURRENT
Ryan's POVOn my way back to the hotel, I passed by Claire’s company. I did not plan to stop, but something caught my eye through the wide glass windows.She was there.Claire stood outside with a man I had never seen before. They were talking or no, they were gisting, laughing, leaning too close.His hand brushed her arm, then her hair, and she did not flinch. She smiled. She had a banquet of fresh flowers in her hands, white lilies and red roses, tied with a satin ribbon. The kind of flowers you give to someone you are close to.I sat on my bike, watching from across the street, the engine rumbling beneath me.*It has not even been a day.*Less than twenty-four hours ago, she was in a room with me, signing divorce papers, accusing me without proof, throwing away four years of marriage like a broken pen. And now she stood there with him with flowers in her hand.I wanted to look away, but I could not. The thought pressed against my skull. Has she moved on already? Maybe she had moved
4. THE UNSCRIPTED SCRIPT
Ryan's POVClaire and her relatives had always known how to press the right buttons with me. It was never loud demands or open threats, but carefully chosen words and calculated glances that left me with no room to refuse.They would smile, speak of family, of obligation, of how it was “the right thing to do,” and I would agree without hesitation. I told myself it was easier this way, that keeping the peace was worth the quiet bitterness that followed.I never noticed the pattern until Sarah subconsciously showed me how I had been used all these while.None of them ever stood up for me, none of them ever hugged me and thanked me for the services I rendered to them.Such pathetic fools.And for the first time,, I wondered what would happen if I said no—and the thought did not feel like a sin.“What did you say?” Caleb asked.I took a long look at Caleb. “I said no,” I replied and I watched Sarah smile.“Sarah! Stop this! There is no one to protect us now!” He yelled under his breath.A
5. SWEET, BUT A PSYCHO
Ryan's POVSarah poured the last of the wine into my glass. We had been talking for hours, and I was starting to feel lighter than I had in weeks. She leaned back in her chair, studying me for a moment.“You know,” she said, “you never told me where you’re staying.”I shrugged. “Nowhere specific. I’ve been crashing at a hotel. Haven’t really decided where I’ll settle yet.”Her eyebrows rose. “You’re divorced, right?”“Yeah,” I said, leaning back. “Why?”She smirked. “Then you don’t have a reason to be alone in some hotel. Why don’t you come see my place? It’s not far.”I hesitated. “You sure?”“Of course,” she said. “Unless you’re scared of me.”I shook my head. “No. Let’s go.”We got into her car. A black SUV with tinted windows. She was driving, two of her men in the front seats. I sat in the back, next to her.We were halfway there when it happened.Out of nowhere, two bikes came up fast on our right. Before I could even process it, one of the riders pulled a gun and started firing
6. ALL ABOUT SURVIVAL P.1
Ryan's POV“Wake up! Wake up!!”I woke up to someone shaking me. My eyes felt very heavy, but I could see Sarah’s face in the dark.“Sarah?” I mumbled, my voice still groggy. “What—”She pressed a finger against her lips. “Shh.”I frowned. “What’s going on?”She didn’t answer. Instead, she rolled over me, reached for the drawer by the bed, and pulled it open. My eyes widened when I saw her take out a black pistol like it was nothing.“What the fuck?” I whispered.She glanced at me briefly. “Can you shoot?”I shook my head immediately. “No!” I yelled under my breath.Her eyes widened at me. “Seriously?”“Yeah, seriously,” I said, still yelling under my breath. “I can’t even handle a knife properly,”The only time I even touched a gun was when my dad tried teaching me how to shoot when I was eight.And it lasted just two weeks before my mom begged him to stop because I was ‘just a kid’ and I was terrible at it.Even though my father wasn't happy about the decision, he still accepted my
7. ALL ABOUT SURVIVAL P.2
Ryan's POVI gasped for air, still trying to understand what had just happened. My ears were still ringing. The only thing I was sure of was that the shot hadn’t come from me. I turned my head and saw someone else standing behind Sarah.It was one of her guards…Sarah standing a few feet away. “I told you,” she said calmly, looking straight at me. “If you don’t kill them, they will kill you.”Then she turned and started walking away.I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. I’ve never believed anyone has the right to take another person’s life, not even if that person tries to take yours. That belief didn’t change now, no matter what Sarah thought or how close I’d just come to dying.Neither of us could sleep after that. I sat on the couch, staring at nothing, replaying the moment over and over. Sarah paced the room like she was trying to walk it off. Then, sometime after midnight, the front door opened fast.Her father rushed in.“Sarah!” he called. He went straight to her and hugged her ti
8. A WAR I MIGHT NOT WIN
Ryan's POVI stood there with my heart beating fast while I stared at Sarah tied to a rusted chair in the warehouse. Claire held a gun and pointed it right at Sarah’s head while her finger hovered over the trigger. Sarah’s dad lay on the cold concrete floor, blood pooling around him. Seeing him like that hit me so hard I felt like the air got sucked out of my lungs. Sarah’s eyes were red, her face streaked with tears, but she wasn’t begging. She stared at Claire, her words sharp and full of hate.“Go ahead, Claire,” Sarah said, her voice trembling as she spoke. “Pull the trigger. But if you don’t kill me, I swear I’ll come for you. I’ll kill you myself.”Claire laughed loudly while her voice echoed in the empty warehouse. “You think you can touch me, Sarah? You’re nothing. Neither of you can do anything to me.”She tightened her grip on the gun while her face twisted into a smug grin I barely recognized. I clenched my fists and got ready to move, but then sirens blared outside. Police
9. THE KING THAT I AM
Ryan's POVI stood by Sarah’s side at her dad’s burial the next day and held her hand while she cried. Her tears fell without stopping, her face red and swollen, and she leaned into me while her shoulders moved with every sob. I tried to comfort her, but my mind focused on one thought: I wanted Claire dead.I kept thinking about her face and how I’d make her pay for what she did. The Harringtons walked into the cemetery, their clothes bright against the gray tombstones, and I stared at them with hate in my gut.I watched every person, waiting for Claire to show up, but I knew she wouldn’t come. Sarah saw them too, and before I could stop her, she pulled her hand free and ran toward them. I rushed after her and grabbed her arm to hold her back while she shouted.“Where’s Claire?” Sarah yelled, her voice breaking in between as she pointed at the Harringtons. “She killed my dad! She’s the one who did this!”People turned and whispered, but the Harringtons stood there with their faces bl
10. THE SECRET LIBRARY
Ryan's POVI stood in the penthouse living room and held Sarah’s hand while she sat on the couch, her eyes red from crying. Her dad’s burial happened yesterday, and she kept sobbing, her face wet with tears and her hands gripping the couch cushions.A knock sounded at the door, and I opened it to see Sarah’s family standing outside. They walked in with slow steps and gathered around Sarah on the couch. Her aunt spoke first while she hugged Sarah and rubbed her shoulders.“We tried everything to get justice for your dad,” her aunt said while she held Sarah close.Sarah nodded but stayed silent, her tears dripping onto her shirt. Darius walked through the door. I stared at him with narrowed eyes and closed my hands into fists while I stood by the couch. His alibi for Claire in court still made me want to shout, and Sarah felt the same. She stood up fast while she pointed at Darius with her finger shaking in the air.“It was Claire!” Sarah yelled while she turned to me and grabbed my arm