SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN

As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the landscape, an elegant woman stood before the grand entrance of a magnificent mansion. Her silver hair was styled in a sleek bob, and her piercing green eyes sparkled with a mix of determination and apprehension. She was dressed in a tailored black suit, her high heels clicking on the marble floor as she shifted her weight.

By her side stood a young girl, no more than sixteen years old. The girl's long, curly brown hair cascaded down her back, and her bright brown eyes looked up at the mansion with a mix of wonder and trepidation. She was dressed in a simple yet elegant white dress, her feet clad in a pair of worn-out sneakers.

The woman's eyes were fixed on the mansion's entrance, her gaze unwavering as she seemed to steel herself for what lay ahead. The girl, on the other hand, couldn't help but look around, her eyes taking in the opulent surroundings. She glanced up at her grandmother, a questioning look on her face. written by Isabella

The woman's face softened, and she placed a reassuring hand on the girl's shoulder. "It's going to be okay, dear," she said, her voice low and soothing.

The girl nodded, though her eyes still looked uncertain. The woman took a deep breath, then stepped forward, her heels clicking on the marble floor. The girl followed closely behind, her eyes fixed on her grandmother's back as they approached the mansion's entrance.

The mansion loomed before them, its grandeur and opulence a testament to the wealth and power of its owner. The high walls that surrounded the estate were topped with razor wire, a subtle yet menacing reminder of the dangers that lay within.

As they approached the entrance, a massive iron gate slid open with a soft hum, revealing a winding driveway that led to the mansion's front door. The gate was operated by a remote control, a small device that fit neatly in the palm of one's hand.

The mansion itself was a masterpiece of modern architecture, with sleek lines and curved surfaces that seemed to defy gravity. The exterior walls were made of gleaming white marble, adorned with intricate carvings and ornate details that sparkled in the sunlight.

As they stepped inside, the sound of soft music and the gentle hum of air conditioning enveloped them, a soothing balm for the senses. The interior of the mansion was just as impressive as the exterior, with lavish furnishings and decorations that seemed to have been plucked straight from the pages of a luxury lifestyle magazine.written by Isabella

A sweeping staircase curved upward from the foyer, disappearing into the upper floors of the mansion. The walls were adorned with expensive artwork, and the floors were covered in plush carpets that felt like silk beneath their feet.

Despite its opulence, however, the mansion seemed to exude an aura of menace, a sense of foreboding that lingered just beneath the surface. It was as if the very walls were watching them, waiting for them to make a wrong move.

The old lady stood tall, her eyes fixed on the mansion before them, while her granddaughter clung to her hand, her eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. The little girl's gaze darted back and forth, taking in the opulent surroundings, and her voice trembled as she asked, "Grandma, why are we here?"

The old lady's face softened, and she smiled reassuringly at her granddaughter. "Don't worry, dear," she said, her voice gentle. "You will know soon." Her eyes seemed to cloud over for a moment, and her smile faltered, but she quickly regained her composure.

The little girl looked up at her grandmother, her eyes searching for answers. She seemed to sense that something was amiss, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. She looked around nervously, taking in the grandeur of the mansion, and wondered what they were doing in such a place.

As they stood there, the sound of footsteps echoed from within the mansion, growing louder with each passing moment. The little girl's grip on her grandmother's hand tightened, and she looked up at her with a mixture of fear and trepidation. "Grandma, what's going on?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

As the old lady and her granddaughter stood before the mansion, a figure emerged from the shadows upstairs. He stood at the railing, his eyes fixed intently on the pair below.

The man was breathtakingly handsome, with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through them. His dark hair was perfectly messy, and his sharp jawline was accentuated by a hint of stubble. A small, charming smile played on his lips, but it did little to ease the sense of intimidation that radiated from him.

He was dressed in a tailored black suit that fit him perfectly, showcasing his broad shoulders and lean physique. A crisp white shirt and a slim black tie added to his air of sophistication, but it was his eyes that truly commanded attention. They seemed to bore into those he looked at, as if daring them to cross him. written by Isabella

The air seemed to thicken as he stood there, his presence commanding attention. The old lady's eyes flickered upward, her gaze meeting his for a brief moment before she looked away, her expression unreadable. The granddaughter, however, couldn't help but stare, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and fascination.

The little girl, Violet, flinched in fear as she met eyes with the mafia man, Shawn. She quickly hid behind her grandmother, her eyes wide with terror. Shawn's expression was cold and calculating, his deep voice firm as he asked, "Why are you here?"

Violet's grandmother, her face twisted with desperation, replied, "I brought my granddaughter to you." She tried to drag Violet from behind her, but the little girl held tight, her eyes fixed on Shawn with fear.

Shawn's look didn't change, but a hint of amusement danced in his eyes as Violet's grandmother continued, "Please give me the money, and my granddaughter will be yours forever."

A smirk curved Shawn's lips as he replied, "Sure, I can see you are desperate for the money." He snapped his fingers, and one of his men rushed to him, holding a big brown envelope. Shawn took the envelope and threw it to Violet's grandmother, who rushed to grab it with excitement. "Remember the deal, if you don't pay up in time, you will never see your granddaughter again," Shawn warned, his voice firm.

Violet's grandmother nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with greed. "Yes, I know, thank you very much," she said, clutching the envelope tightly. Shawn lit a cigarette, his eyes never leaving Violet's face.

Violet, sensing her grandmother's betrayal, sobbed, holding tight to her grandmother's shirt. "Grandma, please don't leave me here," she pleaded, her voice shaking with fear.

Violet's grandmother pushed her away, her face cold and unyielding. "I am tired of you," she spat, her voice venomous. "Your parents abandoned you with me to go enjoy their lives elsewhere. I have tried enough; I need a life. You see this money; it's going to change my entire life... I got bad men because of you; nothing good comes my way anymore since the day your useless parents abandoned you to me."

Violet's sobs increased, her body shaking with fear and despair. "Please, don't leave me here," she pleaded, her voice barely audible. "I promise to be a good granddaughter."

Violet's grandmother scoffed, her face twisted with contempt. "You are a bad omen," she spat. "I am happy that I finally get rid of you. Now I get my life back. This is your new home, and your new master now. Don't worry, you will be treated nice here. At least you can have three square meals a day."

Shawn watched the scene unfold, his look unreadable. Violet's grandmother patted her cheek, her touch cold and unloving. "Goodbye, Violet," she said, turning to leave.

Violet held tight to her grandmother's hand, sobbing and pleading. "Please, grandma! Don't leave me here, please!" she cried, her voice echoing through the room.

"Get off me!" Violet's grandmother pushed her away, and Violet fell to the floor, her sobs echoing through the room.

Shawn's voice cut through the air, firm and commanding. "Stop crying!" he yelled, his eyes flashing with annoyance. Violet flinched in fear, her sobs subsiding as she held her breath, her eyes fixed on Shawn with terror.

Some minutes later, Shawn sat comfortably in his chair, his legs crossed as he sipped his drink. His gaze landed on Violet, who sat quietly, sobbing as she squeezed her shirt. Her head was bowed, and her shoulders shook with each sob.

Shawn's look was cold and unyielding as he asked, "What's your name?" His voice was firm, but Violet refused to answer. She kept her head down, her sobs growing louder. His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in annoyance. "Don't make me ask again," he warned, his voice dripping with menace.

Violet slowly raised her face, her eyes red and puffy from crying. "V...violet, my name is Violet," she stuttered, her voice shaking.

Shawn scoffed, "Violet? What kind of stupid name is that? Who in their right senses gives a child a name after a color?" He sneered, his lips curling in contempt.

Violet's eyes flashed with anger, and she snapped, "My parents gave me that name!" Her voice was firm, but her body trembled with fear.

Shawn's look didn't change, but a hint of amusement danced in his eyes. "Well, I don't care," he said, his voice cold. "From now on, your name is Sofia."

Violet's face twisted in distaste. "I don't like that name," she said, her voice firm.

"You have no choice," he growled. "You are mine now, and you must abide by my rules, young lady."his eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in anger.

Violet's eyes flashed with defiance. "It's Violet," she said, her voice firm.

his voice turned cold, his eyes glinting with anger. "Sofia!" he yelled, correcting her. "Don't talk while I am still talking," he warned, his voice dripping with menace. "Your grandma sold you to me, and if she doesn't return before you turn eighteen and come back with the end of our bargain...I will have you," he said, his eyes glinting with a sinister intent. "So get prepared!"

With that, he stood up and walked away, leaving Violet to her tears. Violet's body shook with sobs as she whispered, "I'll never be Sofia...I'll always be Violet."

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 she 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.

Her 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 she tended to the flowers, her world 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 appearance 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 looks 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," she 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.

She looks 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," he 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.

Her eyes widened as she gazed at the presents on the table. "Who's gifts are these?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

he 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

appearance condescending.

"I don't want them," she said, her voice firm as she gulped hard

Shawn scoffed, his looks dismissive. "That's your biz!" He waved his hand, his eyes never leaving Violet's face. Her 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.

"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.

he scoffed,"Keep wishing yourself that." He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Violet's face.

"I know it," she said, her voice firm. "I know of it."Her face fell, but she stood her ground.

Shawn raised an eyebrow, Violet turned to leave, but Shawn's voice stopped her. "And where are you going?"

She turned back, her eyes flashing with defiance. "My room."

His eyes turned cold, glinting with anger. "Don't you dare move an inch. You haven't eaten your food."

Her 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.

"When I am talking to you, you don't walk out on me."His eyes pierced hers, his appearance cold and unyielding.

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.

He stared at her, his looks unyielding. Then, he pushed her back and said, "Now, sit down and eat."

She 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.

"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.

Some hours later, 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," she 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.

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

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.

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

He sighed again, his face unimpressed. "Do you know what you look like right now? You look like a zombie."

She 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."

His looks didn't change, but he pulled away from Violet, his eyes never leaving hers.

Violet's eyes widened as He spoke, his voice cold and unyielding. "I told you to get yourself prepared," he said, his voice firm.

Her 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.

His 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 appearance indifferent.

She 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.

"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..." He 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.

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

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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 appearance 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. "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."

She 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.

His shrugged, "I don't care, it's an order, everything you need has been paid for," he said, his voice firm. Her 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," he said, his voice dripping with disdain.

"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.

His eyes 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.

Her 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.

"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 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!" She 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.

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

He 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!" She 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. She 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.