The Mafia King's Deadly Returned

Chapter 1

ABRAHAM'S POV

I am standing between life and death at the edge of a mountain there is no ground left in front of my feet, and behind me lies a deep, endless abyss.

My body is drenched in blood. A dagger is still lodged in my chest the same dagger my own younger brother, Peter, drove into my heart.

In front of me, they both stand,

Peter and Eva.

Eva… the girl I love more than anything five years for ten long years, I have loved only her but today she stands there holding Peter’s hand, as if I was never a part of her life.

My breathing grows heavy the pain is not just in my wounds… it is in my heart.

“Eva, please don’t do this you can’t betray me, you love me…” I say.

She looks at me… and suddenly starts laughing.

Her laughter feels like poison in my ears.

“Love you?” she says coldly. “All your property is with Peter now. So why would I ever love someone as worthless as you?”

My world shatters in that moment, I just stare at her stunned.

The girl for whom I gave everything destroys it all in a single moment.

Then Peter steps towards me, there is no brotherhood in his eyes… only greed and hatred.

My heart pounds violently.

“Noooo!” I scream.

But it’s too late.

He pushes me with a sudden force. I lose my balance… and begin to fall backward into the abyss.

The wind roars in my ears, screaming as I drop into the darkness below. Endless… bottomless darkness.

My body keeps falling… and my eyes slowly begin to close, For the last time, only one word echoes in my mind "Betrayal"

Five years have passed, but that memory never leaves my mind. I can never forget that betrayal… not in this lifetime.

Today, I have everything I was once rejected for. I am counted among the top billionaires in the world, and in the underworld, people tremble at my name. Now, the only punishment I give is death.

I stand in a dark room, staring through the glass wall as the morning light slowly filters in. This is the top floor high enough to see the entire city beneath me.

Suddenly, I hear the faint sound of the door opening.

Without turning, I say, “You’re here again?”

A girl’s voice reaches my ears. “Oh God, how do you always know it’s me? You’ve kept the whole room so dark…”

I close my eyes and reply calmly, “This darkness… is my destiny.”

She walks up and stands in front of me. I look at her.

A young girl with a cute face… ten years younger than me. Her name is Sarah.

She pouts slightly and says, “Don’t say things like that. I don’t like it when you’re sad.”

I sit down on the sofa and say, “There’s no place for happiness in my life.”

She immediately sits beside me and replies softly, “But I’m here, aren’t I?”

I look at her, and my heartbeat quickens. Every time I see her, I find myself lost in her innocence… her warmth.

I look away and say, “You’re still too young. You won’t understand me.”

She frowns and says angrily, “Shut up. I’m not a kid. I’m already 25, okay? And the world knows me as Mrs. Abraham.”

I sigh and say, “But...”

She cuts me off, “Yeah, yeah, I know. Don’t remind me why you married me. I already know we’re just good friends. And honestly… you’re everything to me. Otherwise, an orphan like me would’ve been dead long ago.”

I shake my head slightly and say, “Don’t get emotional now. Go and get ready.”

She tilts her head, confused. “Ready for what?”

I reply, “I told you about the party today, remember? We’re special guests.”

“Oh, right!” she says quickly, “I’ll get ready right now!”

And just like that, she runs out of the room.

She walks out, fully ready. She is wearing a red gown, and she looks absolutely stunning in it. She looks cute, posing in front of the mirror, trying different angles, clicking selfies again and again.

I shake my head in disbelief. This girl… she’s impossible.

In a firm voice, I say, “Are you coming, or should I go alone?”

She immediately runs toward me. “No, no, I’m coming!”

I start walking out, and she quickly grabs my hand, walking beside me. I glance at her there’s a wide, bright smile on her face.

We sit in the car, and it speeds off.

She looks happy… but my mind is lost in those memories.. the memories of betrayal. Today marks the beginning of my revenge.

She leans closer and whispers, “What are you thinking about so deeply?”

I shake my head. “Nothing.”

She looks at me again and says, “They’ll be there today, right? The ones who tried to kill you?”

I close my eyes for a moment and nod. “Yes.”

She asks softly, “Can I take revenge for you?”

I reply coldly, “No. I’ll take my revenge myself. Stay out of all this. For the world, you are Mrs. Abraham… just be that. Nothing more.”

I turn my face toward the window, staring outside. After that, I don’t hear her voice anymore.

The car finally stops in front of a grand palace.

The moment my car arrives, chaos spreads outside. I step out, noticing the red carpet laid out. I extend my hand, and Sarah holds it as she steps out beside me.

People start gathering. Cameras flash everywhere. The media keeps clicking pictures, but I ignore them and walk straight ahead, entering the palace.

Inside, the party is in full swing.

Suddenly, the lights go off.

A single white spotlight turns on focused only on us.

We walk forward toward the VIP area. Then suddenly, the lights come back on, and a grand welcome erupts around us.

Ignoring everyone, I take my seat. People stare at me in shock while cameras continue flashing.

Sarah tightens her grip on my hand.

I look at her. “What happened?”

In a low voice, she says, “I feel awkward… everyone is staring at us.”

In a powerful voice, I say, “STOP IT.”

The moment I speak, everything stops. People step back instantly. The fear in their eyes tells me exactly who I am.

Then my gaze shifts toward the entrance.

Peter… and Eva… walk in, holding each other’s hand.

My eyes darken with rage.

A cunning smile spreads across my face. This is the exact moment I have been waiting for.

They still haven’t seen me.

Just then, Mr. Clone’s voice echoes through the hall.

“My dear guests, thank you so much for being here and honoring this evening with your presence. I’m truly delighted to have you all here. As you all know, today our biggest project, The Xixo, has officially been signed. So, I would like to warmly welcome the man who signed this contract with me… please come to the stage.”

I watch as Peter rises from his seat, confident, ready to step forward But I am already on the stage.

The lights shift… and fall directly on me.

Mr. Clone’s voice rings out again, “Please welcome… Mr. Abraham Thomas.”

The moment those words leave his mouth, Peter freezes.

The color drains from his face. His eyes widen in shock as he stares at the stage.

At me.

I stand there calmly, my gaze locked onto him, burning with quiet fire. A faint smile plays on my lips.

Eva suddenly stands up from her seat, her mouth slightly open, staring at me like she’s seen a ghost.

Mr. Clone continues, “And please welcome his wife… Mrs. Sarah Thomas.”

At that moment, Sarah walks up from behind and gently holds my hand.

A loud wave of applause erupts across the hall, echoing everywhere. But Peter and Eva… they are no longer part of that world.

They stand there, whispering to each other, their faces filled with disbelief and shock unable to process what they are seeing.

Just then, one of my bodyguards walks up to me and leans closer, whispering something in my ear.

I nod slightly. “Alright.”

Then I turn to Mr. Clone and say, “Mr. Clone, I have some work to attend too.”

He immediately replies respectfully, “Of course, sir. It’s our honor that you came to our party.”

I hold Sarah’s hand and start walking straight toward the main gate. All eyes are on us. My bodyguards surround us from all sides, maintaining a tight security circle.

As soon as we step outside, Sarah speaks, “Why did we leave so early? I didn’t even get to eat anything properly. Do you know how many yummy dishes were there?”

I look at her. She is pouting, clearly upset about missing dinner.

I shake my head lightly. This girl… she’s really something.

We return home. She stays quiet the entire way, clearly annoyed. As soon as we reach, she goes straight to her room without saying anything.

I watch her leave and sigh softly. She really is like a child… getting upset over the smallest things.

I return home late at night. I’ve had far too much to drink, and my steps are unsteady as I walk inside the villa.

Without thinking, I head straight to Sarah’s room and quietly push the door open.

For some reason, tonight… I feel an overwhelming affection for her.

I walk closer and sit down beside her on the bed. She hasn’t pulled the blanket over herself properly. Her shirt has shifted slightly, revealing a glimpse of her fair, soft waist.

I hesitate for a moment but I can’t seem to stop myself.

Slowly, I move my fingers forward and lightly touch her skin.

It feels incredibly soft.

She stirs slightly in her sleep.

My breath grows uneven as I gently slide my hand under the edge of her shirt, absentmindedly tracing her waist, unable to pull myself away from the warmth of that moment.

My body grows hotter with every passing second. I can feel a burning sensation in my chest. In one swift motion, I take off my blazer and throw it aside.

Her body feels so cold in contrast.

I gently run my hand along her legs, slowly moving it between them, brushing lightly. My breathing becomes heavier as I watch her chest rise and fall with each breath.

My gaze stays fixed on her… the way her body moves with her breathing pulls me in even more.

I lean down and press a soft kiss against her navel. The small glimpse of her bare, fair skin draws me in, making it impossible to look away.

I say in a low, heavy voice, “I can’t control myself anymore… tonight, you have to be mine… only mine. And for tonight… I’m your daddy."

I feel something hard forming inside my pants, and a soft sound escapes my lips. “Oh God…”

I look at Sarah and whisper hoarsely, “My strawberry… tonight I want to taste you completely. I can’t control myself… you’re driving me crazy… you’re so damn hot.”

I gently place my hand over her chest, and even the slightest touch makes her react softly. Watching that sends a rush through me, my breath growing uneven. A low sound escapes my lips as a dull ache builds inside me, becoming harder to ignore with every second.

I slide my hand slowly down from her chest, tracing over her stomach, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers. My control slips further as I move lower, lost in the moment and the intensity building inside me.

My hand continues downward and suddenly, her eyes snap open.

TO BE COUNTINUE....!!!!

Will she like being close to me? Keep reading to find out what happens next…?