TRAPPED TO A CONTRACT WITH MAFIA

Kate opened her eyes slowly, her eyelids feeling heavy as if they were carrying an invisible weight. The soft scent of sandalwood touched her sense of smell, making her realize that this was not her room.

The room's luxurious, classically carved ceiling greeted her gaze, reflecting the soft light from the crystal chandelier above.

She felt the coolness of the silk fabric against her skin, making her shudder. As she tried to sit up, her head throbbed, and a heavy voice stopped her.

"Awake, Kate?"

The voice was like lightning striking her consciousness. Kate turned her head quickly, and in the corner of the room stood a tall man in a perfect black suit. His face was so cold, his eyes as pitch black as a bottomless pit. Willson.

"Who... are you? What are you doing?" Kate whispered, her voice trembling.

Willson stepped closer, his hands shoved into his pants pockets, his movements confident and threatening.

"I'm Willson. You may have heard the name before, but now you have no choice but to recognize it."

Kate backed away slightly, pressing her body against the back of the bed.

"Why am I here? What do you want from me?"

Willson gave a short, humorless laugh. "It's not you I want, Kate. But unfortunately, you are part of my plan. You should thank your fiancé, the asshole who betrayed me first."

Kate widened her eyes. "What do you mean, my fiancé has nothing to do with you!"

"Really?" Willson lowered his head, bringing his face so close that Kate could feel the chill from it.

"He ruined my life, stole something so precious. And now, you will pay the price."

Kate felt her whole body tremble. "This is absurd! I don't know anything about it!"

Willson gave her a long look, his eyes full of hatred mixed with coldness.

"Unfortunately, you are now my pawn, Kate. The more you resist, the more painful the consequences will be. So you'd better be prepared."

Kate could only stare at him silently, her body frozen.

Kate looked at Willson breathlessly, trying to digest every word that had just rolled out of the man's mouth. Willson's eyes stared at her sharply, like embers burning the air between them.

"Listen, Kate," he said in a low tone, almost a whisper, yet filled with pent-up anger. He stepped closer, until he was only inches away from Kate.

"Your fiancé, the asshole you thought was perfect, cheated on me. He stole millions of dollars from my business, destroyed my reputation, and left scars I can't erase."

Kate shook her head slowly, her eyes reddening. "No... that's not possible. Liam's not that kind of person. He would never-"

"Shut up!" Willson's voice exploded, making Kate flinch. "You think I'm talking without proof? I have all the documents, all the recordings, all the evidence of his betrayal."

"And now, he's living comfortably, getting ready to marry you, while I'm being destroyed behind the scenes!"

Kate felt her chest tighten, as if the room was getting smaller.

"But... it's not my fault. I didn't know anything about this. I wasn't even involved!"

Willson laughed sarcastically, but there was no happiness in his voice. "Maybe you didn't know, Kate. But you're the person he cares about most..."

Willson then approached Kate, and that made Kate spontaneously inch back.

"And since I can't touch her without risk, you will be her substitute. You are the price he must pay for everything he has done to me."

Kate froze, her body feeling cold as ice. "You can't do this... I'm not a thing, Willson. I'm not a tool for your revenge!"

Willson leaned closer again, until their faces were almost touching.

"Listen carefully," he said in a low, threatening voice.

"You are now mine. And as long as you're here, you're going to be the collateral to make sure she feels every hurt she's left on me. So, you better start accepting this fact."

Kate felt her tears fall unstoppably. In front of her eyes, Willson was a storm that could not be stopped, and she could only hold on, praying that this storm would not destroy her completely.

Kate bit her lip, trying to hold back the rumbling in her chest as she stared at Willson who stood calmly by the large window.

His light coming through the glass highlighted his body like a living marble statue-cold, solid, immovable. But Kate didn't care about the man's strength right now. There was only one thing on her mind: freedom.

"I have to go, Willson," her voice broke, almost a whisper, yet full of determination. "I have my own life. You can't keep me here."

Willson turned his head slowly, his eyes dark and full of mystery. "Oh, I can, Kate. And I will."

Kate stepped forward, trying to push aside the fear that gripped her.

"I don't care what Ethan did to you. I don't even know about that! But I... I have the right to live my own life! You know how important marriage is to me. You can't destroy it!"

Willson chuckled, but his voice was cold.

"Important? Your marriage is important? Do you think he views it as important too? Or is he just playing you like he played me?"

Kate shook her head quickly, tears starting to roll down her cheeks.

"I don't care what you think of Ethan. I love him! And I don't deserve to be treated like this because of your grudge against him."

Willson approached, his steps slow but menacing. When he stood directly in front of Kate, his hand came up, not to hurt, but to hold her chin gently but firmly.

"And I don't care what you think about this, Kate. You're part of this game now. Whether you want to or not, you're going to stay here. Until I'm done with you."

Kate dismissed his hand, standing up straight despite her trembling body.

"Let me go, Willson. I'm begging. Let me go and marry the man I love. Don't drag me into a hell of your own making!"

Willson stared at her for a long time, his eyes seeming to judge every emotion on Kate's face. But finally, he just turned away indifferently, leaving her in the middle of the room.

"Your marriage is over, Kate," he said as he walked away, his voice full of cold certainty.

"And the sooner you accept that, the less pain you'll have to endure."

Kate stood still, her body crumbling slowly. She realized that Willson wasn't just stealing her freedom-he was also destroying her hope, bit by bit.

***

Kate slammed the door to Willson's study hard, making a banging sound that filled the room. Behind the large mahogany desk, Willson looked up with a flat expression, as if unfazed by the anger burning in Kate's eyes.

"You can't keep playing me like this, Willson!" Kate shouted, her voice trembling with unsuppressed emotion.

"You've kidnapped me, ruined my life, and now what do you want? Are you going to keep torturing me until I lose everything?"

Willson placed the pen in his hand calmly, folding his fingers on the table. His gaze was cold, like a king judging a rebel.

"Finish your anger, Kate. Then we can talk like adults."

Kate advanced with quick steps, her hands clenched into fists.

"Talk? You think all this can be solved by talking? I'm sick of this game, Willson! I'm not a tool for your revenge! I want you to let me go, right now!"

Willson stood up, his body towering over Kate. His face remained calm, but there was tension in his jaw.

"You still don't understand, do you? You have no right to decide anything here. You're under my control, and I'm not going to just let you go."

Kate felt a cold fear creep up her spine, but she refused to back down.

"I don't belong to you, Willson. You have no right to me!"

Willson stepped closer, his eyes piercing, causing Kate to instinctively back away until her back was against the table.

"Rights? You're dead wrong, Kate. My rights to you began the moment Ethan decided to betray me. And now, you're the result of that."

Kate tried to push him away, but Willson held her arms easily, his grip strong but not painful.

"Let go of me!" she said in a trembling voice, between anger and fear.

Willson looked down, his face only inches from Kate's. "You want freedom, Kate? You want me to stop playing with you?" His voice was low, almost a whisper that vibrated the air between them.

"Then pay the price."

Kate widened her eyes, staring at him with a mixture of surprise and fear.

"What do you mean?" asked Kate.

Willson smiled a small smile, but there was no softness in it.

"Pay with your body. One night with me, and I might consider giving you what you want."

Kate's world seemed to collapse around her. Her body was frozen, but her mind was screaming with emotions-rage, humiliation, and submission. She knew that, in that room, Willson was in charge. And her only options were to surrender or continue to fight endlessly.

"So, what's your choice, Kate?" Willson asked again, his voice full of assurance that he had won.

***

Kate stood still in the center of the room, her body trembling not from the cold, but from the gripping tension. In front of her, Willson stood with an unwavering gaze, his body looming like a dark shadow that squeezed out any room to breathe.

"I don't want this," her voice broke, almost a whisper, but still clearly audible amidst the silence of the room.

Willson didn't answer immediately. Instead, he gave her a long look, as if trying to read Kate's mind, gauge her courage to resist.

"You chose this, Kate. You know the deal."

Kate looked away, holding back the tears that threatened to spill over.

"I had no choice. You forced me."

Willson stepped closer, so close Kate could feel his body heat.

"I didn't force you. You knew the way out, but you chose to stay. So don't play the victim."

Kate looked up, staring at her with eyes full of anger and pain. However, she said nothing. Words would be futile in the face of a man so cold and unwavering as Willson.

Willson's hand reached out, touching Kate's shoulder in a slow, almost cautious motion, but there was no warmth there. His touch was more like a reminder that he was in complete control of this situation.

"Give me what I ask for, and this will all be over," he whispered, his voice low and deep.

Kate closed her eyes, trying to block out all the emotions swirling inside her-fear, hate, despair. She took a deep breath, holding back the sob that almost escaped her lips.

Wordlessly, she released one barrier after another in her body, letting herself sink into the void she had created to protect her heart.

Willson watched with an unreadable expression, his steps drawing closer until the distance between them disappeared. His touch was not rough, but neither was it gentle.

It was a cold, loveless touch, just an action executed with full awareness.

As their bodies came together, Kate felt a deeper emptiness envelop her. There was no desire, no warmth-just cold resignation.

She closed her eyes the entire time, letting her mind drift away from the reality that was destroying her bit by bit.

When it was all over, the silence that followed felt even more suffocating than before. Kate covered her body with the blanket, sitting on the corner of the bed with her back to Willson, her eyes staring blankly at the floor.

Willson got up silently, putting his clothes back on quietly. Before going out, he paused at the door and turned his head briefly towards Kate.

"It's done. You're free, Kate."

However, those words did not bring any relief. As the door closed behind Willson, Kate hugged her own body, finally letting her tears fall silently. She might be free from that room, but the wound that had just been created would stay with her forever.

Kate sat on the edge of the large, cold, empty bed, her eyes looking out the large window that displayed the dark nightscape.

Raindrops soaked the glass, creating faint shadows that moved with the wind. Normally, Willson's intimidating presence always made the air heavy in this mansion. But tonight, everything was quiet.

It had been hours since she last heard the sound of Willson's steps, or even any sign of his presence.

There were no stern commands, no cold, piercing stares, no presence lording over every corner of the room. He had disappeared-wherever.

Kate bit her lower lip, her mind beginning to work faster. This was an opportunity. An opportunity that might not come twice.

Without Willson, the mansion's guard was looser. Her heart began to beat faster, not because of fear, but because of the small hope that appeared in the midst of the darkness of her life.

She stood up slowly, trying to muffle the sound of her steps on the wooden floor. The room felt larger than usual, every object around her a silent witness to her plans.

Kate peered out the door, confirming that the long corridor was completely empty. There was no sound. No shadows.

"I have to go," she murmured softly, almost as a prayer to herself.

Carefully, she made her way to a small closet in the corner of the room. She didn't have much with her-just a light jacket and the only pair of flats she'd ever found in this room. There was no time for luxury or hesitation.

As she reached the end of the corridor, her pace quickened. Her heart was beating hard, as if every throb could be heard throughout the mansion. Her hands gripped the banister tightly as she carefully descended the steps. There was no one. There was no sound.

However, as she approached the main door, she felt doubt creep into her mind. What if Willson knew? What if this was a trap? She bit her lip, refusing to let fear take over.

"No, I have to go," she whispered again, more firmly this time.

Her hand reached for the cold handle of the large door, but before she could open it, a familiar heavy voice broke the silence.

"Where are you going, Kate?"

Kate stopped, her body freezing instantly. The voice came from the darkness behind her. Slowly, she turned around, and there, in the corner of the dimly lit room, Willson stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

His gaze was sharp, full of control, like a lion that had just caught its prey trying to escape from the cage.

"You think I don't know what you're planning?" Willson stepped forward, his voice low but enough to make Kate's body tremble.

"I always knew, Kate. You'll never get away from me."

Kate could only swallow, realizing that the freedom that had felt so close was now slipping away again, drowning in the shadow of Willson who had never really left.

Kate tried to take a deep breath, but the air felt heavy. She knew she had to speak.

Lie, quickly. Say something!

"I just..." Her voice trembled, but she forced a smile, albeit a fake one. "I just wanted to get some fresh air. This room is too stuffy."

Willson approached, his steps slow but threatening.

"Really? Then why is your bag by the door?"

Kate swallowed. She had just hidden the small bag, but apparently Willson had noticed sooner than she expected.

"Oh, that's..." Kate tried to chuckle, but it sounded like a nervous mumble.

"I just wanted to be prepared. You said we might be moving tomorrow, right? So, I thought it wouldn't hurt to get things organized now."

Willson squinted, his lips forming a thin line. He didn't answer, just looked at Kate like a hunter assessing his prey.

Kate knew she had to act more convincingly. She picked up the bag and opened the contents, pretending to examine them.

"Look, just the usual stuff. Clothes, water bottles... nothing unusual, right?" She even pulled one of the shirts out of the bag, trying to add to the air of innocence.

Willson still didn't move. "You know, Kate," he said quietly, but his tone was like a sharp knife.

"I'm not a fool. If you try something you shouldn't, you know the consequences, don't you?"

Kate bit her lower lip, trying to hold back the fear that was starting to creep up.

"I know, Willson. I didn't try anything. I was just... tired and wanted to make sure everything was ready."

Silence fell over the room. Kate could almost hear her own heartbeat. Finally, Willson let out a long breath, but his eyes remained alert.

"All right. But remember, I'm always watching out for you."

Kate nodded quickly, a look of relief on her face, although in her heart the panic had not yet subsided. When Willson turned and left the room, he nearly collapsed. Her hands were shaking as she clutched the bag tightly.

That was close... he thought. But he knew that next time, he had to be more careful. I won't fail. I will definitely get out of here.

***

Kate sat on the edge of the bed with a gasp, her hands trembling as she held her queasy stomach.

It had been three days in a row that she had felt dizzy every time she woke up, and this time, the nausea was no longer bearable. She closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath, but panic overcame her.

"This can't be..." she thought repeatedly. But her body couldn't lie.

She remembered that her menstrual cycle was almost two weeks late. At first she tried to ignore it, thinking it was just stress from all the things she was going through. But now, the symptoms were becoming more pronounced.

Nausea.

Sensitivity to odors.

And fatigue that made her feel like her body wasn't her own.

Kate rubbed her face with both hands, trying to calm herself down. But bad thoughts kept overtaking her.

If she really was pregnant... what would happen?

What would Willson say if he found out? She couldn't imagine his reaction.

With trembling hands, she picked up the small bag on the table and took out something she had been keeping unplanned.

A test pack.

She'd bought it a few weeks ago, just in case, though she never thought she'd actually use it.

Kate stared at it for a few moments, hesitant. But she knew she couldn't ignore this any longer. Putting it off would only make her panic worse.

Finally, she got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom with heavy steps.

After a few minutes that felt like a lifetime, Kate sat on the bathroom floor with a test pack in her hand. Time seemed to slow down as she waited for the results. The seconds were excruciating. Her chest rose and fell, trying to calm down, but her mind kept racing.

When the line started to appear, Kate looked at her with wide eyes. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she couldn't tell if it was from fear, confusion, or a strange relief. Two lines.

"I'm... I'm pregnant," she murmured softly, hardly believing her own words.

Her hand gripped the test pack tightly, as if the small object carried the weight of the entire world.

The thought of what to do next hit her like a huge wave. Running away was becoming more complicated. Hiding this pregnancy from Willson would be an almost impossible mission.

But what haunted her most were the big questions she couldn't answer: Am I really ready for this?

Kate leaned her head against the wall, tears running slowly down her cheeks. She knew that no matter what happened, her life would never be the same again.

***

It was a quiet night, with only the chirping of crickets outside the window to keep Kate company as she hastily packed her things. Her heart was beating like a war drum, but this time she felt more certain than ever.

Willson wasn't at the mansion tonight-he was away on important business, and that meant Kate's time to escape had come.

Kate prepared her small bag carefully, making sure to bring only the essentials.

A water bottle, some food, the few bills she'd managed to hide so far, and the test pack with the two lines, which now felt like a tangible reminder that she wasn't just running away for herself.

When everything was ready, Kate stood in the doorway. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. 'This is my last chance.

'If I fail, I may never get out of here,' Kate tried to convince herself.

With careful steps, she opened the door. The hinges creaked softly, making her pause to make sure no one had heard. But the house was completely silent.

There was no Willson.

There was no threat.

Kate moved through the dark corridors, illuminated only by the moonlight that slipped through the cracks in the windows. Each step felt like a long journey, even though her destination was only a few meters away-the back door of the mansion.

She had been studying this route for weeks, memorizing every nook and cranny, figuring out how best to get out without leaving a trace.

When he finally reached the kitchen, he paused to listen. There was no sound other than the night breeze rustling the branches of the trees outside.

Her hand reached for the doorknob, but before she could turn it, something made her stop. A strange feeling, like there were eyes watching her.

It couldn't be. She wasn't here. Kate bit her lip, shaking off the sudden fear. She didn't have time to hesitate. Quickly, she turned the doorknob and pushed it open.

The cold night air immediately greeted her, sending chills down her spine. Kate stepped out, closing the door carefully behind her. Her heart was racing, but she felt relieved.

This was the first step.

She ran towards the back fence, where she had previously hidden a small gap under the razor wire. The gap was enough for her body to pass through, and she had made sure no one would notice. However, when he got there, his steps stopped.

The small lamp that was normally extinguished was now burning brightly, illuminating the area. And next to the fence, there was something that made her blood run cold. A note hanging by a wire.

"You think I don't know, Kate? I'll always be one step ahead of you. -W."

Kate was stunned. Her breath caught, and fear began to creep in. Was this a trap? Had Willson deliberately left the mansion to lure her out?

However, Kate gritted her teeth. She couldn't give up now. Carefully, she checked the surrounding area, making sure there was no sign of anyone else. If this was a trap, then she had to act fast.

She ducked down, passing through the gap in the fence with difficulty. His clothes caught a little on the razor wire, but he managed to get them off. Once on the other side, she ran without looking back, leaving the mansion and all the bad memories behind.

Kate knew it was still a long and dangerous journey, but she didn't care. That night, she vowed, she would be free-no matter what lay ahead.