The Mafia heir falls for a bad girl 🔞💦

*Content warning*

I knelt in front of him, my hands trembling no matter how hard I tried to steady them. I reached for his waistband, pulling it down just enough to reveal the outline beneath the dark fabric. My breath hitched, but I swallowed it down. I had to do this. Slowly, I freed him from the fabric, my thoughts racing as I glanced at it. It was… bigger than I expected. For a second, I wondered if it would even fit, then forced that thought away.

Hi, I’m Lia Matthew. Eighteen. A college student. I won’t lie and call myself pretty, holy, or innocent. I know I’m none of those things, and I’m not going to pretend. But one thing is certain—I’m a very bad girl. How wouldn’t I be? My mum sells her body, my dad drowns himself in alcohol, and my brother… the one I barely knew… is locked away in another country because of dr*gs. My dad tries to force himself on me when he’s drunk, my mum beats me and dresses me up like her, offering me to men in her broken club like I’m something to be bought. The only thing she says I’m good for is my body, especially my big b**b and shape.

I hate my life.

I always find a way to escape the men she sends to me, but that only means refunds, and she hates that. So when she told me to attend to a customer in a VIP room or forget about school, I didn’t argue. School is the only place I can breathe. The only place I feel… normal with friends that lovd me for me. So here I am.

But this man… he isn’t like the others.

He’s young. Too young. Handsome in a way that makes you pause. White hair, blue eyes, piercings, a body that looks sculpted. The kind of man girls at school dream about. Even the way he carried himself screamed power. Still, none of that mattered. He paid. That’s all he is—a customer. The one who would take what little I had left.

I glared at him, my thoughts running wild.

“What? Isn’t the money enough, baby girl?” he asked lazily.

I shook my head slightly. Not like I’d even see any of it anyway.

“Then start,” he said.

I closed my eyes for a second, leaning closer, forcing myself forward, when he suddenly laughed.

“First time?”

“No,” I replied quickly, even though my voice almost betrayed me.

“Come here.”

Before I could react, he pulled me onto the bed, making me straddle him.

“Shouldn’t we start with a kiss?” he asked, like this was entertainment.

“A kiss means something,” I said, rolling my eyes. “So no.”

“Oh? Maybe your boss would like to hear—”

I shut him up by pressing my lips to his.

It was supposed to be quick, just enough to stop him from talking, but he held me there, deepening it, turning it into something heavier and beforei knew his tongue was in. I pulled back, breathing out sharply.

“That was surprisingly satisfying,” he murmured, pointing at my clothes.

I stood and removed them slowly with no emotion.

He kept his eyes on every movement of my hands, till it was all off and his eyes kept feasting on my body.

“Stop staring,” I muttered, moving closer again.

This time, I didn’t hesitate. I finally put it in my mouth, ignoring the way he reacted, ignoring everything except the fact that this needed to be over. Just one night. That’s all.

“You should be nicer to customers, mama,” he said softly, brushing my hair back.

I forced a smile at him then continued.

“Good girl,” he murmured, guiding me down his length with my hair, controlling the pace.

“Let’s make this quick,” I said, shifting, trying to move forward to put him in, but he stopped me, turning me onto the bed instead. His touch lingered just enough to make me tense.

“You’re rushing,” he said.

“I don’t have time.”

“I do.”

He felt between my legs and narrowed his eyes.

"You aren’t even wet"

Before I could respond, he changed everything.

Instead of taking, he slowed things down, his touch deliberate as i felt his warm mouth between my legs. I gasped, caught off guard. I tried to stay quiet, to stay in control, but it slipped. My body reacted in ways I wasn’t prepared for, and for the first time, I wasn’t just enduring it. I was feeling it.

“See? Not so hard,” he murmured as he watched my juice dripping.

I rolled my eyes, but I didn’t argue.

Then it finally happened, he got into me, I bit down hard on my lip, trying not to make a sound. The pain hit first, sharp enough to make me freeze, but I refused to let him see it.

“You’re tight,” he said, watching me.

“Yoga, really does alot” I replied quickly, forcing a small laugh.

It didn’t take long before the pain faded into something else, something confusing, something I didn’t want to think about.

The next morning, I woke up sore, every movement reminding me of the night before. I turned my head and saw him still sleeping, completely at ease. I slowly sat up, wrapping the sheet around me, ready to leave.

“Not even a good morning?” he said, catching my wrist.

Then his gaze dropped.

To the sheet.

Blood.

“You were a virgin?” he asked.

I didn’t answer. I just pulled away and ran.

I cleaned up, changed into a simple blue dress and white sneakers, washed off the little makeup i had on, and tied my hair back. When I told my mum I did what she wanted, she smiled, counting money like nothing else mattered, handing me my school fees.

“A deal is a deal.” she smiled

I walked away, disgusted.

If only I could get a job, save up, and leave my parents for good.

I took a taxi to school, and my little group of friends were already waiting for my arrival. Two girls and one guy.

The girls were all dressed in flashy outfits, and the guy was smoking tobacco as he waited.

Don’t judge them by their appearance, they really have a good heart.

I got out of the car and gave them each a hug.

“Jeez girll, why can’t you just put on makeup to school for once, and maybe try out a bikini top, you gat the perfect boobs for it,” one of the girls named Chloe said.

“You know that’s not my style,” I replied, and she rolled her eyes. “You do it at your mum club a lot, so you should be used to it by now,” the other girl named Tessa said, and I rolled my eyes.

This is how they have always been, but they are still nice sometimes, and they are the only ones that don’t feel gross staying around me after an anonymous post about my mum club got leaked by one of the students in our school group. I lost all my friends.

“Come on Lia, you could still lose your virginity with me, what do you say?” Billy said as he held my waist, pulling me close.

I laughed and said I lost it yesterday.

Just then, all of them stopped, gasping in shock.

“What happened? Why are you guys—”

“Nahhh,” Tessa cut in sharply. “If she isn’t a virgin anymore, there’s no need to stick with her. After all, we were only her friend because you wanted her diamond, Billy. And now she has given it to someone else.”

She turned and walked away.

Billy rolled his eyes at me and walked off too, while Chloe laughed.

“Wow… you’re officially a slut now.”

Then she left as well.

Heaven knows the amount of grace it took me not to break down right there.

I literally sacrificed myself just to keep coming to school… only because I had them here.

But now…

No one.

I sighed, forcing my tears back, and walked into the hall while everyone stared.

I wasn’t as strong as before. I used to have confidence because I had friends around me.

I guess I was too naive… too desperate for friendship.

I got to class and sat down all by myself.

Just then, I heard people screaming.

“The one and only mafia heir is here!”

I rolled my eyes, remembering how he had always been the most popular guy in school—rich, flashy cars, a crowd of friends always around him.

I never bothered to look at him properly. I didn’t care.

I already had enough with my classmates insulting me. If the most popular guy joined in, it would only get worse.

I took out my book and started going through my notes before class began.

Then someone in a big hoodie slipped into the chair beside me.

I ignored him, even though he looked suspicious—constantly scanning the room like he was checking if someone was following him. His hood was up, so even with my side glance, I couldn’t see his face clearly.

He turned toward me while I was writing and just… stopped.

Staring.

Long enough for me to get irritated.

I rolled my eyes.

“Go ahead,” I said before he could speak. “Yes, I’m the school’s most popular slut because my mum runs a club.”

“Slut?” he repeated.

“Yeah. That’s what everyone says,” I replied, tugging my hair behind my ear. “And it’s normal for people to believe rumors, right?”

A pause.

Then he said quietly, “More like a saint.”

I froze.

That voice wasn’t loud.

It didn’t need to be.

It was calm… steady… and carried this quiet weight that made it feel like every word was already decided before it was spoken.

I turned slowly.

“I’m a bad girl,” I said quickly, trying to shut it down before it went further.

And then I saw him.

The boy I had spent the night with yesterday.

White hair falling in messy waves over his forehead. Piercings still in place. Black baggy jeans, white sneakers, and a white hoodie.

He looked effortlessly good—but it wasn’t just that.

It was the way he carried himself.

Like nothing around him needed to be loud for him to be noticed.

Like he didn’t speak twice.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered.

“I also go to this school,” he replied simply. “FYI.”

My stomach dropped.

Of course he did.

I groaned inwardly. If he ever said anything about yesterday, I’d become the center of gossip again—and I couldn’t afford that.

“Please,” I lowered my voice. “Let’s just keep what happened yesterday between us.”

His eyes didn’t change.

But there was a faint shift in his expression.

Like he was considering something.

“Give me a kiss,” he said calmly, “and I’ll think about it.”

I rolled my eyes, grabbed my things, and changed seats.

Behind me, I felt his gaze follow me the entire time.

Not loud.

Not obvious.

Just steady.

After class, I was heading to the cafeteria when a hand suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me into the janitor’s room.

I almost screamed—until I saw him.

Same white hair.

Same hoodie.

He covered my mouth quickly, then let go when he realized I wouldn’t yell.

“What the hell do you want?!” I snapped.

He leaned closer slightly, not rushing, not forcing—just closing space like he already owned it.

“What about the kiss I told you,” he said quietly, “so I don’t say a word?”

His hands stayed at my waist.

I looked at him for a moment, meeting his blue eyes like I could figure him out.

“Just so you know,” I said firmly, “yesterday was the last time I’m doing that.”

No reaction.

Not even a blink.

“The kiss, mama,” he said again, voice even lower this time.

I rolled my eyes.

Then I kissed him.

Quick.

But before I could pull away properly, he deepened it.

Controlled.

Unhurried.

Like he decided the pace and didn’t care if I agreed with it.

I pushed against his chest, trying to breathe.

He finally let go.

A faint smirk.

Not playful.

Not soft.

Just knowing.

“Yesterday was your first time for literally everything, right?” he said.

My face burned instantly.

I shoved him away and left the room.

“What a creep,” I muttered under my breath as I walked off to get food.

I sat under a tree eating because no one wanted to share a table with me.

“Here you are,” I heard a male voice say, and I already knew exactly who it was.

He slipped right beside me with a shopping bag.

That same guy who had made me kiss him.

He still kept his hoodie on.

“What do you want now?” I asked.

“Why are you always so mean and grumpy to me?” he said, pouting slightly.

I said nothing, trying to ignore him… but I still smiled a little when I saw how adorable he looked.

His eyes caught it instantly.

“Wow,” he said softly, shifting a little closer. “You look pretty when you smile.”

Then he opened the shopping bag and pulled out a lot of chocolate, casually eating like he had all the time in the world.

My eyes betrayed me immediately. Chocolate was my weakness.

He noticed.

A faint smirk appeared.

“Want some?” he asked.

I nodded like a child—then quickly stopped myself. “No.”

He didn’t even argue. Just pulled out a bigger one shaped like a heart and placed it in my hands.

“Thank you,” I said immediately, squealing softly as I started eating it without hesitation, no questions, no pride—just pure weakness for chocolate.

He watched me quietly, amused.

“So you do have a weakness,” he said, chuckling under his breath.

I rolled my eyes while chewing.

Across the field, I saw a girl run into a guy’s arms, laughing, shouting “Happy Valentine’s!” He handed her a heart-shaped chocolate and a gift box.

I slowed down slightly.

Looked at the heart-shaped chocolate in my hand.

Then back at him.

“Too bad,” I said, still eating, “your girlfriend’s chocolate has been eaten by me.”

He paused.

“My what?” he asked calmly.

“But I’m sure you can get her another, right?” I added with a bright smile.

A low laugh left him.

Not loud.

Not careless.

Controlled.

Like everything about him.

“Gosh,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “You’re like a kitten with chocolate. One minute grumpy, next minute smiling like nothing happened.”

He reached out like he was going to take it.

I quickly pulled it closer with a frown.

That made him laugh again.

“How much was the chocolate?” I asked seriously. “I can pay you back so you can buy your girlfriend something else.”

He leaned back slightly.

“It’s fine,” he said simply. “It’s all yours.”

That made me smile properly again.

When classes ended, I saw them—those fake friends I once had—standing with the school bullies, laughing and gossiping as I passed.

I ignored them and rolled my eyes.

Tessa even stepped forward like she wanted to say something—

But then someone suddenly bumped into me.

“Again?!” I groaned.

I looked up.

Him.

The white-haired guy.

Before I could react, he grabbed my hand and pulled me with him, already running.

That’s when I noticed it.

A group of girls.

Chasing.

Screaming his name like they were insane.

“Huh?” I muttered, completely confused.

He didn’t explain.

Just kept moving like he already knew exactly where he was going.

He pulled me into a limousine waiting outside the school and got in after me.

“Drive,” he said calmly.

The car moved immediately.

“What the hell!” I snapped, turning to him. “Why did you drag me along? And why were they chasing you like that?!”

He pulled off his hoodie and ran a hand through his hair, leaning back like nothing had happened.

His good looks alone already answered half my question.

“They all wanted to give me Valentine’s chocolate,” he said with a quiet sigh, like it was a tiring routine.

Then he opened the window slightly, took out a cigarette, and lit it.

I snatched it from his hand and threw it out immediately.

He froze.

Slowly looked at me.

“You can smoke after I get out of this car,” I said, settling back into the seat.

“The smell reminds me of my dad… and my mum’s club. I hate it.”

I looked away.

A pause.

Then—

“Fine,” he said simply.

No argument.

Just compliance.

That alone felt… different.

A second later, I felt his head rest on my shoulder.

I stiffened slightly.

“At least let me rest here for a while,” he murmured.

And just like that—

He dozed off.

After some time, the limo stopped right in front of a huge mansion.

“Boss,” the driver called softly.

I blinked, realizing his head was still on my shoulder.

I hesitated for a second… then gently tapped him.

He woke up, looking out the window first, then back at me like he was slowly remembering where he was.

“Where do you live?” he asked. “The driver can drop you off.”

I shook my head immediately. “No need. I’ll take a taxi.”

There was no way I was letting my mum see me stepping out of a limo. That alone would turn into a whole nightmare.

He studied me for a second… then reached out and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

Before I could react—

He pecked my forehead.

I froze.

“What are you doing?” I asked quickly, looking away, my cheeks heating up. No one had ever done that to me before.

“Don’t worry,” he said calmly. “Your mum won’t force you to sleep with anyone at that club again.”

My head snapped back to him.

“What—?”

But he was already stepping out of the limo.

I followed him out, confused, unsettled.

“What do you mean by that?!” I called after him.

He didn’t turn back.

Just gave a small wave as he walked toward the mansion, hands in his pockets like none of it mattered.

Before I could go after him, guards appeared from nowhere.

Some surrounded him, escorting him inside.

Others walked toward me.

“Ma’am, we’ve been ordered to make sure you get home safely.”

I frowned. “I said I’ll take a taxi.”

“Yes, ma’am. We’ll follow behind.”

That made me hesitate.

Something about all this felt… wrong.

Too much.

Too controlled.

Like things were happening around me that I didn’t understand.

Still, I nodded slowly and called a taxi.

As I got in, I noticed them—

That black car.

Following from a distance.

I didn’t like it.

Not one bit.

I got home and went straight to my room.

That night, I didn’t go anywhere.

I stayed in the same house that never really felt like home.

The same walls that held too many things I didn’t want to remember.

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling.

Everything felt off.

My body. My thoughts. My chest.

“Why am I even thinking about him?” I muttered.

He was just a customer.

Nothing more.

That’s all he should be.

And yet…

My mind kept replaying everything.

The way he spoke.

The way he looked at me.

The things he said… like he knew things he shouldn’t.

I turned to my side, pulling the blanket over myself.

I didn’t trust him.

I shouldn’t trust him.

People like him don’t just “help.”

There’s always something behind it.

Sleep didn’t come easily.

NEXT DAY — SCHOOL

The next morning, I stood in front of the mirror.

Black leather jeans.

A fitted top.

A dark jacket.

I don’t usually dress like this.

But today… I didn’t care.

If they were going to judge me anyway, what was the point of trying?

The moment I stepped into school, I felt it.

Eyes.

Whispers.

Judgment.

Then the voices came.

“Hey… how much for one night?”

I froze.

A group of guys stood nearby, staring at me in a way that made my skin crawl.

“Bet she’s worth it,” one of them said.

“Yeah… look at that body—”

My fists clenched.

“Get lost,” I snapped, trying to walk past them.

One of them stepped closer.

“Don’t act innocent. We all know what you do—”

“Move.”

The voice cut through everything.

Calm.

Cold.

Certain.

Everyone turned.

I did too.

And that’s when I saw him.

A tall figure stood there.

Black tapered cargo pants, clean and structured—not baggy, not loose.

Dark combat boots, solid and quiet against the ground.

A fitted black hoodie layered under a long, dark coat that fell just above his knees, the fabric heavy and sharp like it held its own shape.

The hood was pulled low—deliberately.

Not careless.

Not hiding.

Concealing.

Shadow swallowed his face completely, not even a hint of his eyes visible.

Black gloves covered his hands.

Everything about him looked intentional.

Untouchable.

Unreadable.

Behind him were a few guys.

Quiet.

Watching.

Waiting.

He didn’t move much.

Didn’t need to.

“Move,” he repeated.

Softer this time.

But heavier.

Like it wasn’t something you ignored twice.

That was enough.

His guys stepped forward immediately, grabbing those boys and dragging them away like it was nothing.

No struggle.

No resistance.

Like they already knew better.

I stood there, confused.

“What just—”

But before I could even process it, he had already turned.

Walking away.

Slow.

Unbothered.

Like none of it mattered.

I didn’t even see his face.

And somehow…

That unsettled me more.

On my way to class—

Bump.

Tessa slammed into my shoulder on purpose.

I staggered slightly, then steadied myself.

“Seriously?” I scoffed.

She stopped, glaring.

But I didn’t stop walking.

I didn’t give her the reaction she wanted.

That seemed to annoy her even more.

AFTER SCHOOL

The day dragged.

And somehow…

I kept looking around.

Without meaning to.

Like I was searching for someone.

For him.

But he was nowhere.

Which should’ve been a good thing.

Less trouble.

Less confusion.

Less… whatever this was.

Still…

It felt strange.

Later, I stayed in the library.

Quiet.

Peaceful.

Safe.

For once.

By the time I stepped out, it was already dark.

And for some reason…

I couldn’t shake the feeling that I wasn’t as alone as I looked.

I called a taxi and got in, telling him my address.

On my way home, I got a text from Mum.

“We’ve decided to use our savings to get you an apartment, so come back home and start packing. You leave tomorrow.”

My eyes widened.

I was sooooo happy.

But… what would suddenly make her do that?

She was always stingy when it came to money.

Then I remembered what that white-haired guy had said.

“Your mum won’t force you to sleep with anyone at that club again.”

My heart skipped.

Could he be behind this?

Before I could think further—

The taxi screeched.

A car swerved in front of us, blocking the road.

My breath hitched.

A huge man stepped out, walking straight to the driver’s side.

“Hand her over and leave… or you die.”

The driver didn’t argue.

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, already opening the door for me. “Please, just get out.”

I stepped out.

And he sped off immediately.

Leaving me there.

Alone.

The other car door opened.

Tessa stepped out.

My chest tightened.

“You think I forgot the attitude you gave me at school?” she said coldly.

Two more huge men stepped out behind her, moving toward me.

“Boys,” she said casually, “she isn’t a slut just yet… but I want you to turn her into one.”

They grinned.

Disgusting.

As they began unbuckling their belts.

My hands started trembling as I stepped back.

“N-no… stay away from me—”

One of them lunged—

A gunshot echoed.

Loud.

Sharp.

The man dropped instantly, blood spreading from his forehead.

I gasped, turning back as tears streamed down my face.

Behind me—

The guards.

The same ones from yesterday.

Standing still.

Guns raised.

Precise.

Unshaken.

Like they had already decided how this would end.

Tessa screamed.

The other two men froze.

“Should we end the rest, ma’am?” they asked in unison.

My heart pounded wildly.

“No!” I rushed to them, hiding behind them. “Don’t kill anyone else!”

They nodded.

Two of them stepped forward.

One slapped Tessa hard across the face.

The sound echoed.

The other punched the men in their stomachs, forcing them to their knees.

Tessa cried loudly, clutching her cheek.

“That was a warning,” one of the guards said coldly. “Try this again… and you won’t see another day.”

She nodded quickly, shaking.

The guards turned to me.

“Ma’am, it would be safer to take you to the boss for now.”

My hands were still trembling.

But I nodded.

We got back to the mansion.

They escorted me inside.

And that’s when I saw him.

Sitting at the long dining table.

Shirtless.

Only black sweatpants resting low on his waist.

His white hair slightly messy, like he hadn’t bothered fixing it.

He looked… calm.

Too calm.

Like the world outside didn’t reach him unless he allowed it.

Like nothing surprised him anymore.

Like everything was already under control.

He was eating.

Unbothered.

As if nothing had happened today.

As if nothing could happen without his permission.

He looked up.

The moment he saw me, he stood.

“What happened?” he asked.

His voice wasn’t loud.

But it carried weight.

Quiet.

Controlled.

Dangerous in a way that didn’t need to prove itself.

I didn’t answer.

I just walked up to him… and rested my head on his shoulder.

“I lent you my shoulder in the car yesterday,” I murmured tiredly. “Now it’s your turn.”

One of the guards stepped forward and whispered something into his ear.

He didn’t react much.

Just a slight pause.

A shift in his expression.

That was enough to know—

He understood everything.

I was too tired to even think.

Today had been horrible.

And somehow…

The only place I felt even a little safe…

Was here.

With him.

Even though I barely knew him.

Suddenly, he lifted me.

Effortlessly.

Like I weighed nothing.

I blinked as he carried me to the dining table and sat down, placing me on his lap.

My head still resting on his shoulder.

“What do you want to eat?” he asked.

I shook my head slightly. “I’m not hungry…”

He sighed, opening a dish.

“Then I guess all this chocolate I kept as dessert is mine.”

My head snapped up immediately.

Chocolate.

A lot of it.

Arranged neatly on a golden tray.

“I never said I didn’t want to eat,” I said quickly, my eyes fixed on it. “Come on…”

He chuckled.

“Eat something first.”

He picked up a spoon and brought it to my lips.

I hesitated… then opened my mouth and ate.

“Good girl,” he said softly, patting my head before feeding me another.

I kept eating.

Until I realized how hungry I actually was.

When I finished, awareness hit me all at once.

I was sitting on his lap.

He had been feeding me.

My face burned.

I quickly stood up.

“I—I can sit somewhere else—”

He pulled me back down instantly.

Firm.

Certain.

“No, mama,” he said calmly. “Eat the chocolate like this.”

My heart skipped.

But I didn’t argue.

He handed me the chocolate, and I immediately started eating, happily stuffing my mouth.

He watched me, amused.

“Look at your mouth,” he said. “You’ve got it all over.”

I raised a brow slightly, unable to speak.

“Let me help you.”

Before I could react—

He leaned in and licked the chocolate off my lips.

I froze.

Heat rushed to my cheeks instantly.

I swallowed quickly and pushed at him lightly.

“What is wrong with you?!” I snapped, embarrassed.

He just leaned back…

Laughing quietly.

We were done eating when he showed me a room, telling me I could take a shower and wear anything from the wardrobe.

I took a quick shower, letting the water calm my nerves a little.

When I stepped out and opened the wardrobe… I froze.

Men’s clothes.

All of them.

They smelled like him too.

So this was his room.

I hesitated for a second… then just grabbed a black T-shirt and slipped it on. It was big on me, falling past my thighs—which, honestly, was a relief.

I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

I didn’t have an extra, and there was no way I was putting on the one I had worn earlier.

Jeez… what am I even supposed to do?

I had washed it though… hopefully it dries soon.

“Hey, mama.”

I heard his voice from downstairs.

I paused.

Why does he keep calling me that…?

And why does it sound so—

I shook my head quickly and walked downstairs.

I found him sitting on the couch.

Still shirtless.

Like before.

His white hair slightly messy, his posture relaxed, like he owned the entire space without even trying.

At least I knew he wasn’t trying to seduce me.

He had been like this even before I got here.

Still…

I walked over, and before I could even sit properly, he pulled me down onto his lap.

“There are a lot of chairs, you know…” I muttered.

“Yeah,” he replied calmly. “I know. I just prefer you here.”

My breath caught slightly.

The way he said it…

It reminded me of that night.

His hand settled around my waist, firm but not rough.

“So,” he said, looking at me, “what’s your name, mama?”

“Lia,” I replied. “What about you?”

“Ariel.”

I froze.

That name…

It sounded familiar.

Then it clicked.

Ariel.

The one everyone in school called the mafia heir.

The son of the most feared mafia lord in the country.

And they said he was just as dangerous.

I slowly looked at him again.

But this…?

This was the same guy who fed me, teased me, and let me rest on him like I mattered.

He didn’t feel like what people described.

At all.

I yawned softly, resting my head against his shoulder again.

“Wow,” he said quietly. “That doesn’t bother you?”

“What?”

“That I’m the mafia son.”

I shrugged slightly.

“Why would it bother me?”

He studied me.

“You don’t seem like the kind of girl who would want to associate with someone like me.”

“Yeah,” I said honestly, “I definitely don’t want to get bullied just because I’m with the guy every girl is dying for.”

He huffed a quiet laugh.

“But it would ruin your reputation,” I added, glancing at him. “Being seen with the most popular slut in school.”

“Slut?” he repeated, raising a brow.

Then he tilted my chin slightly, making me look at him.

“I’m not blind, Lia,” he said, voice low. “I saw the blood that morning.”

My breath hitched.

“I’m the only guy you’ve been with,” he continued calmly. “Everything they’re saying about you… it’s just noise.”

I clenched my fists slightly.

“So… you heard about the rumors?” I asked, my voice quieter.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Long before we met.”

Something about that stung.

Then I remembered the message from my mum.

I looked at him.

“Were you the one who made my mum rent that apartment for me?” I asked softly.

“Yeah,” he said simply.

Just like that.

No pride.

No explanation.

Just… fact.

My chest tightened.

“Thank you,” I said quietly.

Because he had no idea what that meant.

Or maybe…

He did.

For the first time, I didn’t have to think about—

I swallowed the thought.

“Hold on,” Ariel suddenly said.

I felt his hand shift slightly against my thigh, and I stiffened immediately, instinctively pressing my legs together.

His fingers paused.

Then he smirked faintly.

“You’re not wearing anything underneath?” he asked, his voice low but calm.

My face burned instantly.

I turned away quickly.

“I didn’t have a choice, okay?” I muttered, embarrassed.

“It’s not my fault I washed my—” I started, but stopped when I felt his grip shift slightly.

His voice dropped lower.

“See what you’re doing to me, mama,” he said, almost teasing… but darker underneath.

My breath caught.

“Ariel…” I tried to speak, but he pulled me closer, cutting off my words with a kiss that made my thoughts scatter completely.

When he finally let me go, I was already out of breath.

“Stop… what if someone sees us?” I muttered.

Without a word, he lifted me.

“I agree,” he said calmly. “Then we’ll go somewhere no one can.”

“That’s not what I meant—!” I protested, but he was already walking up the stairs.

I should’ve stopped him.

I didn’t.

His room was quieter.

He set me down on the bed, then leaned in again—slower this time.

Then leaned over me.

Kissing me again.

Slower this time.

“Actually…” he murmured against my lips, “I like you.”

My heart skipped.

“And I don’t like you,” I shot back quickly.

He chuckled.

Like he didn’t believe me.

His lips brushed against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

“You’re cute,” he said softly. “I want you to be mine.”

Heat rushed to my face immediately.

I covered it with my hands.

“I don’t want to be yours…” I muttered.

“Are you sure?” he asked quietly.

His gaze didn’t leave mine.

And for the first time… I hesitated.

Everything came rushing back.

The betrayal.

The fear.

The way trusting people always broke me.

But then—

Him.

The apartment.

The guards.

The way he never once treated me like I was disposable.

My fingers tightened slightly on the fabric beneath me.

If I’m wrong about this… I won’t survive it again.

Silence stretched between us.

Then I exhaled.

“Don’t make me regret this,” I said quietly.

He didn’t hesitate.

“I won’t.”

Just like that.

No grand speech.

No overpromise.

Just certainty.

And somehow…

That was enough.

My resistance softened.

I closed the distance between us.

I stopped resisting.

When I started responding.

But at some point…

I did.

My hands found him.

Hesitant at first.

Then less.

His breath hitched slightly.

That was the first time I felt it—

That I could affect him too.

“Careful, mama…” he warned softly.

But there was a hint of something else in his voice.

Something deeper.

Something dangerous.

I swallowed.

Then kept going.

Slowly.

Learning.

Feeling.

Reacting.

Until he pulled me closer again.

“Bold now, aren’t you?” he murmured.

I didn’t answer.

I couldn’t.

Everything felt too much.

Too warm.

Too intense.

His hands tightened slightly on my waist, grounding me.

Guiding me.

The space between us disappeared completely.

And for a moment…

Nothing else existed.

Just him.

Just me.

Just the feeling.

“You can be a bad girl when you want to,” he said against my skin.

I let out a soft breath.

“Only for you…” I whispered without thinking.

The words slipped out before I could take them back.

His movements stilled.

“Then… you accept to be mine?” he asked quietly.

I hesitated.

Just for a second.

Then everything rushed back again—

The warmth.

The closeness.

The way he held me like I mattered.

“Yes…” I breathed out.

Later…

Everything slowed.

The room felt quieter.

My body felt heavy.

Exhausted.

But calm.

He pulled me closer, adjusting the blanket over me carefully.

“I promise to take care of you, Lia,” he said softly, pressing a light kiss to my forehead.

My eyes fluttered.

For once…

I didn’t overthink it.

Didn’t question it.

Didn’t doubt it.

I just let myself drift.

And sleep finally took me.

I woke up the next morning… and froze.

He was using my b**bs as his pillow.

“I will punch you if you don’t get off me,” I sighed.

He slowly opened his eyes, looking up at me with a soft pout.

“But they’re comfortable,” he murmured, voice still sleepy.

Before I could react, I felt his warm breath brush against my skin as his mouth took in my n*pples and I tensed slightly.

“Ariel…” I warned.

He only hummed in response, clearly not taking me seriously.

“I… need to take a shower,” I said, trying to steady my voice, it was taking everything in me to resist the temptation to pull him back to bed.

He finally pulled back with a small sigh, like he didn’t want to.

I quickly sat up, breathing out like I had just escaped something dangerous.

I wrapped the bedsheet around myself and hurried into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

After my shower, I stepped out—

But he wasn’t there.

I paused for a second… then quickly wore my clothes, now dry, and headed downstairs.

A few maids were cleaning.

“Where’s Ariel?” I asked.

Before they could answer—

He appeared.

Walking down the stairs like he owned the entire place, which he did of course.

Black jeans with chains hanging at the sides.

A black belt.

A white singlet hugging his body.

Red sneakers.

And a red shirt casually thrown over his shoulder.

My breath hitched.

He looked… unreal.

He walked straight up to me and pecked my forehead.

And just like that—

Everything from last night rushed back.

My cheeks burned instantly.

This guy… is actually mine…?

I covered my face, embarrassed.

He chuckled softly, pulling me by the waist and leading me to the dining table.

We ate together quietly.

After that, he drove me to my parents’ house so I could pack my things.

The moment I stepped in, my mum’s expression twisted.

She was furious.

Complaining about using her money for the apartment and telling me never to come back again.

I didn’t even argue.

Then I saw my dad.

Bruised.

Beaten badly.

My chest tightened.

He muttered something about “men” showing up and teaching him a lesson for how he treated me.

I didn’t need to ask.

I already knew.

Just then—

Ariel stepped in.

And everything changed.

The room went silent.

My parents… trembled.

Like he was something they feared.

Something they understood without explanation.

He walked up to me, pulling me close by the waist.

“Don’t come near her again,” he said calmly.

His voice wasn’t loud.

But it carried something heavy.

Final.

“Not until you learn how to be parents.”

They nodded quickly.

Too quickly.

Still shaking.

He didn’t look at them again.

Just helped me pack my things like they didn’t matter anymore.

We got into the car and drove off.

Back to his mansion.

I frowned slightly. “I thought I was moving into an apartment?”

He glanced at me.

“You think I’d let you stay somewhere far from me?” he said.

Then his tone dropped slightly.

“I don’t want last night repeating itself.”

Tessa.

Everything that happened.

I went quiet.

“I’ll protect you,” he added.

Simple.

Certain.

I nodded slowly.

The maids took my things in, and I went to change.

I wore a fitted black crop top with red accents, paired with high-waisted black cargo pants and sneakers—something that matched his vibe without trying too hard.

When I came back out, he looked at me for a second longer than usual.

Then smirked.

“Good,” he said simply.

He drove us to school.

I glanced at him.

“What about the rumors?” I asked. “Won’t being seen with me affect you?”

He chuckled softly.

“Do you know what ‘mafia’ means, Lia?”

I frowned slightly.

“I’m not a prince,” he continued. “I don’t have a reputation to protect.”

His eyes flicked to me briefly.

“I’m a boss.”

My heart skipped.

“And a boss does whatever he wants.”

When we got to school, he held my hand as we walked in.

Everyone stared.

Gasps.

Whispers.

Shock.

But no one spoke.

No one dared.

“Their lives might depend on it,” he murmured beside me. “Now that you’re with me… those rumors about you will disappear.”

I didn’t reply.

But I felt it.

The shift.

Later, during classes, he went his way and I stayed alone.

Girls started walking toward me.

I braced myself.

Ready for insults.

For whispers.

For humiliation.

But instead—

One of them squealed.

“You’re so lucky!”

I blinked.

“What?”

“You’re with Ariel!” another one said excitedly. “Do you know what that means? Nobody will ever mess with you again!”

More voices joined.

“He’s sooo hot—how did you even get him?!”

“Seriously, what did you do?!”

They kept talking.

Laughing.

Asking questions.

And for the first time…

I didn’t know what to say.

Because this—

This was new.

Completely new.

They started begging me to be their friend.

I didn’t even know how to react.

Just then, I felt a hand slide around my waist.

I turned—

Ariel.

He was standing there, smirking at them.

“Sorry, ladies,” he said smoothly, pulling me closer. “But my mama isn’t allowed to have any friends.”

The girls squealed instantly at the word mama, whispering about how he was literally their dream man.

Before I could say anything, he lifted me up in a bridal style and walked out of the class like it was nothing.

Some guys even stared at his outfit as we passed.

His presence alone was enough to silence the hallway.

Once we were alone, I frowned slightly.

“Why would you say that?”

He glanced down at me.

“Because you don’t know how to choose the right people,” he said calmly. “Until I say otherwise… no friends.”

Tessa. Chloe. Billy.

The names flashed through my head.

Slowly… I nodded.

He wasn’t wrong.

“I’m doing this for you,” he added.

I sighed softly, a little sad… but I understood.

He leaned down and pecked my lips.

“Don’t think too much,” he murmured.

Days turned into weeks.

Weeks turned into months.

And eventually—

Ariel allowed it.

I made a friend.

Her name was Christabel.

A transfer student.

Different from the rest.

Genuine.

I told her everything—about my parents, the rumors, everything.

She didn’t even hesitate.

“Friendship over everything,” she said with a smile.

And for once… I believed it.

As time went on, I met Ariel’s parents.

His father…

Now I understood the word fear.

He had the aura of a tiger—calm, but deadly.

For a moment, I was scared.

But I steadied myself.

Then I noticed something else.

He was young.

Handsome.

Just like Ariel.

And his mother—

Beautiful.

Soft.

Kind.

I could see exactly where Ariel got everything from.

It didn’t take long for his father to warm up to me.

Especially after Ariel handed him chocolate… just to pass it to me.

I tried to grab it.

He held it up.

I jumped.

He moved it again.

And for the first time—

That man laughed.

A deep, genuine laugh.

Even his mother joined in.

I finally snatched it and quickly started eating, glaring at them.

Ariel just stood there, watching with a satisfied smirk.

Gosh.

He was so cunning.

From that day on—

All of them started using chocolate against me.

We graduated.

And the moment I walked into the mansion that day—

I froze.

A huge sign stood in front of me.

“Will you marry me?”

My heart stopped.

Then—

Ariel stepped forward.

Got down on one knee.

Holding a diamond ring.

His parents stood behind him, smiling.

Tears filled my eyes instantly.

I nodded.

“Yes…”

He didn’t even wait—

He pulled me into a tight hug.

And in that moment…

I knew.

I loved him.

He had always been there.

Just like he promised.

Protecting me.

Guiding me.

Even teaching me—because surprisingly, he was really good with his books.

He was a lion to the world…

But with me—

He was soft.

Warm.

Mine.

We argued sometimes.

Once… over chocolate.

And of course—

He gave up.

Then bought me an entire chocolate tour just to make up for it.

I never worried about him.

Not once.

We talked through everything.

Always.

His parents supported us like we were their own story.

His father even threatened him once—

“If you make her cry, you’ll answer to me.”

I laughed so hard that day.

My life…

It changed.

From a nightmare—

To something I was almost scared to believe was real.

I just hoped…

It wasn’t a dream.

Because if it was—

I never wanted to wake up.

He kissed me.

And his parents congratulated us happily.

Within two months—

We had the grandest wedding.

His parents went completely overboard with the preparations.

Especially his father.

Even though he tried to hide it—

It was obvious he was the most excited.

Ariel was even happier.

Some of our old classmates were shocked.

They thought he would eventually leave me.

They begged me not to tell him what they said—

Because they knew he wouldn’t let it slide.

On the day of the wedding—

My parents showed up.

I was shocked.

Ariel let me speak to them.

They cried.

Apologized.

Said they had gone for counseling.

That they had changed.

The club was closed.

My dad stopped drinking.

He had a job now.

A real one.

I didn’t know when I started crying too.

But I forgave them.

And let them stay.

As my parents.

Then—

Someone else appeared.

My brother.

Nothing like I imagined.

No tattoos.

Clean.

Sharp.

Handsome.

Wearing a suit.

He smiled at me.

“You’ve grown,” he said softly.

I tried not to cry.

But I failed when he pulled me into a hug.

He apologized.

For not being there.

For everything.

He told me his story—

Prison.

Starting over.

Building a business.

Becoming successful.

Coming back for me.

I was proud.

So proud.

My wedding was filled with surprises.

And happiness I never thought I deserved.

Christabel was there too—

Giving Ariel a long, serious lecture about treating me right.

For the second time.

He kept whispering, “Tell her to stop.”

I didn’t.

It was too funny.

We exchanged vows.

And later—

We found ourselves on a private island his father owned.

For our honeymoon.

I smiled, looking at him.

Thinking back to everything.

The way we met.

The chaos.

The embarrassment.

The pain.

And somehow—

It all led here.

To him.

To us.

And I realized something quietly—

Even if it started in the worst way…

He was always going to be the one.

THE END ♡

Author:I was so tempted to make it all just a good dream she had.