Ghosted By The Mafia Boss

Luke laughed, a cold, cruel sound.

“So this is how far she's willing to go? Even going ahead to fake results so I can have pity on her?” he turned to address his right hand man, “let it be known that when I find Astoria, I'll end her life with my own two hands. She can't play me for a fool like this and hope to live.”

He sent them all out of his office, then collapsed into his chair, the papers crushed tightly in his grip.

Despite his words earlier, Luke was beginning to have second thoughts. What if the results were true?

However, Chrishell appeared, and Luke crumpled up the results before tossing them into the bin.

“I heard shouting, so I came to see what was wrong.” She said in a small voice.

Luke's face became gentle, and he rushed and held her in his arms, “I'm sorry that the noise startled you. Are you okay?”

“I'm fine. What was the problem?”

“It's Astoria. Can you believe that we've not even found her, and she connived with a doctor to produce fake DNA results? She must have heard that I'm looking for her.” Luke said.

“Oh, how cruel!” Chrishell exclaimed, burying her face into Luke's chest.

“I know, my love. But don't worry, I've found a way to lure her out. Since she cared so much for her precious baby, she will come running when she hears that I fed that bloody flesh she left behind to the dogs. That will bring her back.” Luke said while rubbing her hair.

I collapsed, something inside me shattering at those words.

Luke had fed my child to the dogs. And I wasn't even there. The last trace of my baby in this world, gone, and I wasn't even there for him.

I opened my mouth and screamed, a loud, gut-wrenching sound that originated from deep within my soul.

She had poisoned Luke so deeply, he couldn't even see his own cruelty.

With that scream, the last scrap of affection I ever felt for Luke withered away in my heart.

It was replaced by hatred, and I swore to make them suffer in the deepest parts of hell, even if it was the last thing I ever did.

I closed my eyes, and once I opened it, I found myself in the room where I first woke up.

“Do you now see?” that voice echoed again.

“Yes, I do,” I replied, my voice an agonised rasp, “I want them to pay!”

Luke was the man I loved most. My parents were no longer in this world, and so I poured every ounce of affection I could muster on him, making sure I was the perfect wife and always there for him.

But he betrayed me without a second thought, choosing to believe the lies of another woman over his wife who was devoted to him.

I remembered how I begged for my innocence, but Luke chose to believe the threatening text messages and letters written in my handwriting that were sent to Chrishell which made her overdose on a bottle of pills.

I cursed him to never know any peace again.

“Do you want revenge?” the voice asked.

My body shook with rage, “Yes.”

Back at Luke's mansion, all hell had broken loose. Luke was starting to lose his mind as quite a lot of time had passed and I still hadn't been found, and his men weren't giving him any useful leads.

“Boss! We found something!” One of his men called out.

Luke rushed out of the office and rushed towards him, grabbing him by the collar, “Yes? What is it?”

“T…this sir, we found this on the front porch,” he held out a note with shaky hands.

Luke grabbed it and read, his face serious.

‘You murdered my child in cold blood, and now I'm coming for you.’ the note read.

“When was this written?” Luke asked the man.

“We don't know sir, we just found it this evening,” the guard replied.

“Lock the entire house down! Astoria is hiding here somewhere! She thinks she can play games with me, she doesn't know who she's dealing with!” Luke ordered.

I watched, smiling coldly as his men carried out his orders. Luke had no idea what he had just unleashed on his house, as I was ready to make all of them pay.

I had written that note earlier with my own blood and dropped it on the front porch as bait, and Luke had played right into my trap.

It was time for the next part of my plan.

I went to Chrishell's room, watching her with hate on my face as she peacefully slept after breaking an entire family apart.

How dare she sleep after what she had done?

As if she had sensed my presence, Chrishell woke up, rubbing her eyes to adjust to the dim light in the room.

When her vision cleared and she saw me, she screamed.

“What are you doing here? How did you get in here?”

Her screams attracted Luke, who came rushing into the room, not noticing me at first.

“What's the matter, Chrishell?” Luke asked.

Chrishell pointed past him, her face drained of all color.

He turned.

I stood there–dress torn, skin streaked with blood, eyes cold and dead.

Luke's gaze dropped to my stomach. Flat. Empty.

His breath hitched. "Where... where is the baby?"

I smiled. Slow. Haunting.

"You fed my child to the dogs, Luke." I took a step closer. "Now tell me… whose blood do you think this is?"

Luke's face turned ghostly white.

Chrishell screamed again.

I shut the door behind me. "Your turn.”