SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN
Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen - Episode 52
THEME: His slave
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Lucas told his family the whole truth, and they were in deep shock. Grandma's face was scolding, her eyes blazing with anger. "What?! Why did you do such a horrible thing?" she asked, her voice stern.
Lucas's face was sad, his eyes cast downward in shame. "I was trapped and threatened, you all know I once worked with Smith in his company as an assistant, he threatened to wipe out my entire family if I refused to do it, you know how dangerous he is," he said, his voice laced with regret.
Grandma's face was worried, her eyes filled with fear. "Oh no, what do we do now?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Diana's face was sad, her eyes filled with tears. "Do you know you can go to jail for this? You could be killed! Why did you have to do this, Lucas? At a point, I thought we were free, and now we are in another deeper problem," she said, her voice laced with disappointment.
Lucas's face was remorseful, his eyes filled with regret. "I am sorry, I had no choice, I hated myself for ruining a happy family," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Grandma's face was furious, her eyes blazing with anger. "We are doomed! We are doomed, thanks to you!" she yelled, her voice echoing through the room.
Diana's face was curious, her eyes narrowing in inquiry. "You said there was a survivor, who is it?" she asked, her voice gentle.
Lucas's face was hesitant, his eyes darting back and forth. He paused, unsure of how to reveal the truth.
_Flashback_ (Thirty years back, how it all started)
Wilson and Smith, along with two other men, were in Smith's office, celebrating the endorsement they had just won. The atmosphere was lively, with champagne glasses clinking together.
The first man's face was beaming with joy, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "This is great news!" he exclaimed, as they cheered.
The second man's face was admiring, his eyes fixed on Wilson. "Wilson, you are a genius, if it wasn't for your perfect idea, we wouldn't have gotten this much money," he said, and Wilson smiled, his face flushed with pride.
Smith's face was congratulatory, his eyes gleaming with admiration. "You deserve it," he said, his voice sincere.
Wilson's face was humble, his eyes cast downward. "Oh, come on, we all did this together, I know I brought up the project, but each one of us made it happen, so it's not me alone," he said, and they smiled, their faces reflecting their camaraderie.
Smith's face was enthusiastic, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "You still deserve to be celebrated, my friend, one billion U.S. dollars, do you know what that means...this means we are filthy rich," he said, and laughter filled the air.
The first man's face was reflective, his eyes thoughtful. "I must admit, at first, when you brought this deal, Wilson, I kicked against it, I mean, we all kicked against it, but your constant words made us try it out, and now we are billionaires," he said, his voice filled with gratitude.
The celebration continued, and then Wilson stood up to leave, his face tired but happy. "I should be heading back home now to share the good news with my family, it's been a long month," he said, and they shook hands with him.
Smith's face was warm, his eyes smiling. "Alright, see you tomorrow, and say hello to your family for me," he said.
Wilson smiled, his face grateful. "I will, continue the fun," he said, and walked away, and they waved after him.
Immediately he left, Smith's face turned evil, his eyes glinting with malice. He turned to the two men, who were still discussing and celebrating.
"Are we all going to allow him to take the biggest share of the money?" Smith said, bringing the two men's attention to himself. They stared at him confusedly, their faces furrowed in inquiry.
The first man's face was perplexed, his eyes narrowing in confusion. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice laced with skepticism.
Smith's face was calm, his eyes glinting with malice. "I am talking about Wilson, you dummies," he said, and gulped his drink, his eyes never leaving the two men.
The two men exchanged uneasy glances, their faces reflecting their discomfort. Smith's face was serious, his eyes intense. "We all know he brought up the project, the ideas, and also invested more money in it, but we can't let him have the biggest share. We also worked hard for it," he said, his voice laced with persuasion.
The second man's face was thoughtful, his eyes considering Smith's words. "But it's not a bad idea if he got the biggest share, he deserved it," he said, and the first man nodded in agreement with him.
Smith's face was disdainful, his eyes rolling in exasperation. "You two are such dimwits," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "Just listen to yourself, you," he said, pointing to the first man. "You are having a crisis in your company right now, you and I know the share of your money won't be able to raise up your company, so you need more money," he said, his eyes glinting with manipulation.
The two men's faces were thoughtful, their eyes considering Smith's words. They began to sense understanding in what he was saying, their faces reflecting their growing unease.
The first man's face was hesitant, his eyes darting to Smith. "So, what do we do?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Smith's face was evil, his eyes glinting with malice. "We get rid of him!" he said, his voice low and menacing.
The second man's face was shocked, his eyes widening in horror. "How?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Smith's face was calm, his eyes smirking as he stared at one place, his mind already racing with evil plans.
.......Two days later......
Lucas was kneeling down in front of Smith, his face contorted in desperation, tears streaming down his cheeks. Smith's face was angry, his eyes blazing with fury.
"Please believe me, I have been working for you for over fifteen years now, and you know I can never steal from you," Lucas said, his voice shaking with emotion.
Smith's face was cold, his eyes hardening. "You know what happened to people who steal from me," he said, his voice dripping with menace.
Lucas's face was pleading, his eyes wide with fear. "Please believe me, I didn't steal it," he said, his voice cracking.
Smith's face was smirking, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I can forgive you and give you another chance on one condition," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm.
Lucas's face was hopeful, his eyes wide with desperation. "Sure, I will do anything," he said, his voice eager.
Smith's face was evil, his eyes glinting with malice. "Good," he said, leaning closer to Lucas. "I want you to get rid of Wilson and his entire family for me," he said, his voice low and menacing.
Lucas's face was shocked, his eyes wide with horror. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Smith's face was cold, his eyes hardening. "Eliminate him and his family tonight," he said, his voice firm.
Lucas's face was contorted in shock, his eyes wide with fear. He reeled backward, his body trembling with horror.
Smith's face was smirking, his eyes glinting with amusement. "If you do it, I will clear your name from the allegation, and you will be free," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm.
Lucas's face was pleading, his eyes wide with fear. "Please, please sir, I can't do it, please!" he begged, his voice cracking.
Smith's face was evil, his eyes glinting with malice. "If you don't do it, I will eliminate your entire family in your eyes. You don't want that, do you?" he threatened, his voice low and menacing.
Lucas's face was contorted in fear, his eyes wide with horror. "Please!" he begged, his voice barely above a whisper.
Smith's face was cold, his eyes hardening. "You have two hours to decide, or you will kiss your family goodbye," he said, his voice firm.
He showed Lucas a video of his family in the house, chatting and laughing, while someone from afar aimed a gun at them. Lucas's face was panicked, his eyes wide with fear.
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