SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN
Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen - Episode 53
THEME: His slave
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Mr. Wilson was having dinner with his lovely family, their faces beaming with joy and excitement. After sharing the good news about the endorsement he won with his friends, they couldn't stop celebrating, knowing they were now billionaires.
His daughter's face was hopeful, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "So, Dad, will you get me a laptop?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation.
Mr. Wilson's face was warm, his eyes smiling. "Yes, dear, I will. Whatever things you need, just name it," he said, his voice filled with generosity.
His daughter's face lit up with excitement, her eyes wide with joy. "Yeh!" she screamed, pumping her fist in the air.
His son's face was eager, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "What about me, I want a toy," he said, his voice filled with hope.
His mother's face was warm, her eyes smiling. "You will also get one, son," she said, her voice filled with reassurance.
Mr. Wilson's face was enthusiastic, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Exactly! You know what, after your school vacation, I am taking everyone out on a trip to Dubai," he said, his voice filled with anticipation.
His son's face was thrilled, his eyes wide with excitement. He raised his ball up in the air, his face beaming with joy.
"I can't wait," his daughter said, her face filled with excitement.
They continued eating, their faces filled with happiness and contentment. Mr. Wilson's wife's face was curious, her eyes narrowing in inquiry. "So, when are you guys going to share the money among yourselves?" she asked, her voice filled with interest.
Mr. Wilson's face was calm, his eyes thoughtful. "Tomorrow," he said, his voice firm.
His eldest son's face was concerned, his eyes narrowing in inquiry. "But, Dad, is it okay to leave the money in your friend's account? It should be in your account since you own the biggest share," he said, his voice filled with logic.
Mr. Wilson's face was reassuring, his eyes smiling. "You know I have restrictions on my account, that much money is way too big to enter my account. Smith is like a brother to me, we have been business partners for so long," he said, his voice filled with trust.
His eldest son's face was thoughtful, his eyes considering his father's words. "Ok, if the money comes, I will need a new iPhone, laptop, and so on," he said, his voice filled with anticipation.
The junior ones scoffed, their faces filled with amusement. "What's with you and all that?" his daughter asked, her voice filled with teasing.
"Why do you like them so much?" his younger son asked, and the family laughed in amusement, their faces filled with joy and happiness.
The celebration continued, and the youngest son was playing with his ball, refusing to eat. His mother's face was concerned, her eyes gentle. "Son, why not eat your food first and then play with your ball later?" she said.
The youngest son's face was stubborn, his eyes fixed on the ball. "Ok," he said, and placed the ball on an empty seat beside him. But it rolled off the chair, and he stood up to fetch it. The ball continued to roll outside the building, and his family smiled after him as he chased after it.
As he ran further away from the building, his family's smiles began to fade, their faces reflecting their concern. The youngest son finally picked up his ball and turned to return to his family. Suddenly, there was an explosion from the building, and it flipped the little boy over. He sustained an injury on the head, and his eyes were weak as he stared at the burning building where his family was.
His face was pale, his eyes filled with tears. "Mom," he called weakly, and his eyes started to drop. Then he saw someone coming towards him, and his face blurred as he passed out.
Lucas's face was worried, his eyes filled with concern as he picked up the boy. He escaped the area until he got to the main road, which was lonely. He waited for an hour for a vehicle to arrive, then he spotted one from afar coming. He quickly lay the boy where he could easily be seen by the vehicle and then ran away.
The car moved closer to where the boy was, and it stopped. The man seated at the backseat of the car rushed down, his face worried, and stared at the unconscious boy. He ordered his men to carry him to the car, and they did. They drove off.
The man's face was thoughtful, his eyes reflecting his concern as he looked at the boy. He seemed to be wondering what had happened to him and how he had ended up in this situation.
Lucas's face was filled with regret, his eyes cast downward in shame. He had no choice but to do what he did to set his family free. He thought about Wilson and his family, who were having their dinner, unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows.
Lucas's face was determined, his eyes fixed on the kitchen as he snuck in unnoticed. He turned on the gas, allowing the air to spread around, and then came out of the building. He hesitated, his face contorted in anguish, as he waited for the family to notice the smell.
Wilson and his family were laughing and chatting, their faces filled with joy and happiness. But as the smell of gas filled the air, their faces changed to ones of concern and confusion.
Lucas's face was twisted in pain, his eyes filled with tears. He sobbed bitterly, his body shaking with grief. He asked for forgiveness for what he was about to do. Then, with a heavy heart, he threw a burning match at the building, which exploded in a fiery ball.
Lucas fell to the ground, sobbing bitterly. He begged for forgiveness, his face contorted in anguish. He lay there for a while, overcome with grief and shame.
As he stood up to leave, he saw the little boy lying on the floor, injured and alone. Lucas's face was filled with compassion, his eyes filled with tears. He decided to rescue the boy, picking him up gently and carrying him to safety.
The next morning, the news spread like wildfire. The faces of the news anchors were somber, their eyes filled with sadness. "We have some tragic news to report. Wilson and his family died in a gas explosion last night. The cause of the explosion is still unknown, but investigators are working to determine the cause."
Smith's face was filled with joy, his eyes gleaming with triumph. He and the other men celebrated their victory, their faces filled with smiles and laughter. The money was later shared among themselves, unaware of the devastating consequences of their actions.
__Back to reality__
Lucas's face was filled with regret, his eyes cast downward in shame. He knew he had done something terrible, something that could never be undone. He lived with the guilt of his actions, haunted by the memories of that fateful night.
His family sobbed bitterly after he told them the horrible story. Grandma's face was contorted in grief, her eyes streaming with tears. "Son, what have you done?" she sobbed, her voice shaking with emotion.
Lucas's face was filled with regret, his eyes cast downward in shame. "I didn't have a choice, if I didn't do it, you all wouldn't be alive today, including me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Diana's face was angry, her eyes blazing with fury. "You have done the worst in terminating a whole family. Do you know the consequences of your actions? The surviving son happened to be Shawn, and our daughter is living with him right now. Do you even know what that means?" she yelled, her voice echoing through the room.
Lucas's face was remorseful, his eyes filled with tears. "I am sorry," he said, his voice cracking with emotion.
Grandma's face was stern, her eyes filled with disappointment. "You don't owe us an apology. Who needs it, is Shawn," she said, her voice firm.
Diana's face was fearful, her eyes wide with anxiety. "He is going to kill us if he finds out the truth," she said, her voice trembling.
Grandma's face was determined, her eyes filled with resolve. "We have to find a way to get out of this mess. We can ask Violet to come with us and go far away," she said, her voice filled with hope.
Lucas's face was hopeless, his eyes filled with despair. "We have nowhere to hide, Mom. Smith's men are everywhere, and now he wants me to fix the mess I made," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Diana's face was horrified, her eyes wide with fear. "What does he want you to do? Kill Shawn too?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Lucas nodded, his face filled with shame. Diana's face was adamant, her eyes blazing with determination. "No! You won't do that. You can't. You saved his life back then. You can't take it back now. He is stronger than you and more dangerous now," she added, her voice firm.
Lucas sighed sadly, his face filled with regret. He knew he was trapped in a web of his own making, and he didn't know how to escape.
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