Ghosted By The Mafia Boss

I watched Luke storm out of the house and towards the location of the abandoned pool with the company of his men, and Chrishell.

When the cars pulled up beside the pool, he marched towards the pool, frowning at the empty water where my broken body was supposed to be.

“Drain the pool, maybe she just drowned,” he ordered with a frown on his face.

He coldly watched as the water level in the pool reduced, and his frown became deeper when he saw that I actually wasn't there.

“What game is she trying to play? Does she think that by running away, I'm going to have mercy on her? I'm a powerful mafia boss, I can find her anywhere if I want to.” He said, anger in his voice.

“Look at that sir,” the assistant said, pointing to a small, bloody bundle in the center of the pool, “what could that be?”

My heart ached at the sight of my innocent baby, his life cut short by the cruelty of his own father.

“One of you, go there and bring that thing to me,” Luke ordered one of his men.

When it was brought to him, thrown on the ground at his feet, I fought another jolt of pain as tears slowly began to pour from my eyes.

“B…boss,” the assistant seemed to realise something, “madam was nine months pregnant when she was brought here. Co…could this be her child?”

Luke's frown eased for a moment, hesitation spreading across his features. However, Chrishell came to stand beside him and as she gasped in horror, his face hardened into rage once more.

“This woman must think I'm a fool! First, running away so she won't have to apologise to Chrishell, now she drops this filthy stump of flesh here to make me think it's a baby?” Luke raged, kicking the baby so it rolled across the rough ground, tearing into bloody chunks.

“Calm down, Luke, let's think this through,” Chrishell said, rubbing his arm softly.

“There's nothing to think through, my love. When we find her, forget about a divorce, I'll make her life a living hell for ever allowing you to see such a sight. She's harmed you enough.” Luke said to her.

Just as they were about to go, the assistant spoke up once more.

“Boss…I think we should just run a DNA test.” He suggested.

“On what? This bloody pile of flesh?” Luke asked.

“Even off its not a baby, we can check maybe it belongs to madam. That can give us a clue if she's even alive,” the assistant continued.

After a moment of consideration, Luke agreed.

“Fine,” he said, “call the doctor and arrange for a DNA test to be done, but make sure Astoria is found.”

“Of course, boss,” the assistant nodded.

As I trailed behind them, I remembered when Chrishell first came into our lives. She was a young, sweet girl, having just returned from her studies abroad, and I loved her and took her in, treating her like a little sister.

Until her attitude towards me began to change.

She would cry whenever Luke was near both of us, or cause a scene, always making it look like I was out to get her.

Luke's attitude slowly changed towards me, and he became more and more cold, always taking Chrishell's side against me.

However, one day, she intentionally fell down the stairs and began to scream, saying that I pushed her. She sobbed when Luke arrived, pointing at me and saying that I was always mean to her.

That was the day Luke completely changed before me.

Despite my plea of innocence, Luke didn't even hear my side of the story before throwing me out of the house and into the snowy winter night.

“I expected more from you, Astoria,” he said as he threw me into the snow, disgust thick in his voice, “If you dare cross Chrishell again, I'll make sure that you pay for it. She means everything to me.”

That marked the beginning of my life falling apart, as Chrishell continuously made me look like a jealous, hateful wife in front of Luke.

There was nothing I could do to change his mind though, he was convinced that I had something against Chrishell, and the warmth gradually faded from his eyes until all that was left was icy, cold disdain.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, and I watched as Luke's assistant came in.

“Has she been found?” Luke asked him indifferently.

“N… No, boss, but th-” He was cut off by a snarl from Luke.

“What the hell do you mean, no? Wait a second? Are you working with her? Oh, that's it, right? You helped her escape!” Luke said in a rage, then called out for his men, “Guards! Come here and take this fool! Teach him what happens to traitors that connive against me!”

His men rushed into the office to grab the assistant, who was pleading for his life, and just as they were dragging him out of the office, Luke's right hand man burst in through the door.

“Boss! You have to see this!” he said, raising a file of papers clutched in his grip, “The DNA test results have arrived!”

Luke rushed and grabbed the papers, and his face went pale as he read through them, right before he went mad with anger.

“What is the meaning of this?” He roared.