Traded to the Don: Now I Rule as Donna

Without answering, Frank tossed me onto the bed.

I couldn't fight back properly with my wrists bound, and my newly recovered calves had little to no strength in them.

Before I knew it, Frank hovered over me and roughly tore off my shirt, dipping his head to sweep the tip of his tongue over my mounds. His hand trailed southward of my body and began to tease me.

He was all too familiar with how to please my body. It didn't take long for primal desires to overwhelm the voice of reason in my head. As much as I resented his touch, I was so wet that I dampened the sheets beneath me.

"Why are you doing this to me when you already have Isabella?" I seethed.

"Shut up!" Frank growled.

"Does the sound of my voice turn you on even though I'm just a cheap double? Why don't you go to Isabella, then?"

Fuming, Frank flipped me over and entered me from behind. He clutched my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as he thrust into me like a maniac until I couldn't form a coherent sentence.

When he was done, he lay on me and gripped my chin, panting. "If you want to live, I suggest you stay on my good side."

With that, he got off me and wordlessly changed into a new suit.

I watched as he left indifferently. I understood how the mafia's mercy worked. Fate had secretly given it a price, and it took more than the unilateral departure of one party to even the scales.

My life and everything else I had to offer were unending collateral to Frank.

As I slowly collected my thoughts, I tumbled out of the large bed and crawled toward the bathroom.

I wanted to wash myself clean and rinse off the sticky seed Frank had expelled all over my inner thighs. I wanted to purge my soul after he'd tainted it.

But I'd yet to reach the bathroom when the apartment door swung open again. The intruder looked haggard, her makeup smudged around her eyes.

I knew she was Isabella the moment I saw her face, which strongly resembled mine.

"So this is where he's hiding you!" Isabella grabbed me by the hair and hauled me to the kitchen. Even as I struggled to break free, my wrists were bound, and I only succeeded in scratching her arm with my nails.

She pinned my head to the ground, then picked up a knife and slashed me across the face.

The sharp pain in my face was enough to raise goosebumps all over me. I screamed, but she only sliced deeper.

"I hate people who look like me!"

After she had ruined my face, Isabella dumped me into the trunk of her car and brought me to an abandoned warehouse.

She dragged me out of the car, and two drunken vagrants leered at me, their gaze fixed on the curve of my breasts peeking out from my top.

Isabella fished out a couple of banknotes and threw them at the vagrants. "Rough her up!"

Upon hearing this, the two vagrants, both decorated in disgusting sores, staggered toward me. The smell of waste on them alone was enough to make me retch.

"Lord, please! Let me go! I promise I'll never bother the two of you again!" I backed away as if my life depended on it, but Isabella's leg kept me from going further.

"Isabella, you're already married to my father. Can't I at least keep her as a plaything for my pent-up frustration?"

I heard Frank's angry voice, followed by two consecutive gunshots. The vagrants collapsed one after another.

Isabella immediately ran to Frank, crying as her fists rained on his sculpted chest. "You haven't been inside me since I returned. Are you truly concerned about my status, or have you already fallen in love with her?"

Frank took a deep breath, gripped Isabella's fists, and pulled her into his arms. "Babe, you know I'm just an adopted son.

"Until I've usurped the Don, I'll always be under pressure, and I can't make love to my stepmother in that state. As for her, she's just a temporary replacement for you!"

I fully understood the situation now—I was an outlet for Frank's pent-up lust and Isabella's anger.

Frank wasn't the light of my world. He didn't even think of me as a human, but a plaything caught in his and Isabella's twisted relationship.

He was the devil's right-hand man, an illusion of heaven. He tricked me into falling for him, then tainted my body and humiliated my soul!

"Once that old fart returns, I'll kill him in his sleep if you want," Isabella offered.

Frank cupped Isabella's face, nuzzling her face with his nose. "Let's wait a little longer. He did raise me, after all."

"At least prove to me, then, that I can still turn you on," Isabella purred.

They began to tease and get hot and heavy with each other while I watched.

Isabella got on her knees before Frank and undid his pants. Then, she dragged her tongue along his shaft.

They quickly lost themselves in the heated endeavor.

Neither of them realized that I'd already cut through the necktie that bound my wrists with a shard from a broken beer bottle on the ground. They didn't see me record their lewd display on my phone, either.

"Don Luccasio, the woman blowing your son is your pretty new wife." I wrote the text and sent it to the Don's personal number, which I'd glimpsed before.

Shortly after, the message was successfully sent.

This time, it was my turn to send them to hell!