Mafia King Mistress

CHAPTER 4

Eleanor POV

“Mr. Castro, are you sure about that?” Dad asked. It seems like he was also as shocked as I am.

Mr. Castro’s expression turned into a more angry one. “I’ve never been unsure of my own decision.” He paused for a while as he stood up from his chair. “What’s the matter? Do you think it was too quick?” He raised one of his eyebrows.

“Oh no….. of course not.” Dad replied to him quickly. He then turned to look at me.

“You should come with me now.” Mr. Castro said to me, his face softened.

“B-but I haven’t packed my things at home. Can you give me some time?” I said to him, stuttering. There’s something about him that made my knees go weak. I was lucky I could still be able to stand up straight on the ground right now.

He let out a small chuckle before he took both of my hands. It startled me. “You don’t need to bring your stuff. I’ll buy you a new one.” He said to me softly.

He let go of my hands and walked away. I was still confused. My mind was in a mess. Should I follow this man just like this?

I looked back at my dad, and he gave me a silent cue to follow Mr. Castro. Everett, on the other hand, didn’t look very happy about it.

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The tall black iron gate went open the moment our car came. I gasped in shock after seeing how big the Castro mansion was. It was more like a castle than home.

My family is not poor either, but it was nothing compared to this.

“Is that a horse stall I just saw? Do you own a horse?” I asked in amazement, and Mr. Castro let out a small laugh at me.

“Yes, and you could ride my horse in your spare time if you like.” He said with a fatherly tone. His cold and ruthless aura from earlier was gone now. He looked more relaxed. I think I misjudged him earlier.

He was very polite and never attempted to do any appropriate things to me during our ride.

They had this huge water fountain in front of the main door. He helped me to get out of the car and we both walked in together.

The inside of his house is even more remarkable. The interior is more of a classic one with many touches of gold here and there.

It seems like Mr. Castro is also a fan of art. The paintings inside the house were painted by a famous painter, and it must have cost him a fortune.

The number of guards inside and outside of this house made this place even more like a castle. They all wore black uniforms and just stood there like a statue. They weren’t even looking at us as we walked in.

“Call the doctor to come here.” Mr. Castro said. Did I just mishear him? He called for a doctor? But nobody was sick.

“Ask him to check on her.” Wait, what? Did he just ask a doctor to check on me?

“That won’t be necessary. I am not sick.. ummm…sir.” I said awkwardly. I don’t know how to address him.

“Leave us alone, please.” Mr. Castro said to the guard, the same one that came with him to the office. I learned his name was Curtis on our way here.

We were now alone in the middle of the living room. “Look, Eleanor… I want you to be honest with me.” He said, his face serious. I hated it when he wore this expression.

“Did your stepfather use to abuse you?” I swallowed a lump in my throat. How did he know?

I fell silent. I don’t think it was right to share something that personal to him. It was my family problem, and I barely knew him.

“Do you think I wouldn’t notice that your cheek was red and swollen? That’s the reason I called for a doctor. I need her to check you.” He said, raising his voice.

“But I was fine… I don’t need a doctor.” I said to him. He was about to say something back, but then his phone suddenly rang.

“Yes, what is it? What did you say? Where’s Luciano right now?” He said, sounding a bit tense.

Who’s Luciano? I assume it was one of his men. Okay, that’s not important.

I ran my hand up and down over my arms while waiting for him finished his phone call.

“I have to go, Eleanor… Your room is upstairs. Curtis would take you to your room. I’ve already told them to buy you some new clothes. It should be there on your room by now.” He said without a pause and then left in haste.

I looked around the house like a lost cat. This house was too big, I could get lost here.

I walked towards the other room. “Hello?... Curtis?” I called for him. My voice hit the wall and echoed back. I looked at the picture frame on the small table.

There’s a photo of Mr. Castro with his beautiful wife. He had a son. He looked adorable with his doe eyes while holding a small plane toy. I narrowed my eyes while staring at the boy’s face.

Why did his face seem familiar?

“Miss Wright…” Curtis suddenly came from behind me, making me jump in shock.

“Curtis, you scared me! I’ve been looking for you.” I said while putting one hand over my chest.

He tried to hide his smile by clearing his throat. “The doctor is here to see you. Please follow me.” He then informed me. I followed him like an obedient dog following its owner.

“Actually, Curtis… I am completely fine. I think this is a bit too much.” I said, and I nearly crashed with his body because he suddenly stopped.

“Let me tell you one thing.” He said. “If he wants you to be checked by the doctor, then you can’t say no.” he paused for a while, waiting for my reaction while I was looking down at my feet.

“Or do you rather be shot in the head?” I looked up at him, and my eyes nearly popped out in shock.

Why did he make it seems like Mr. Castro is a cold-hearted man that wouldn’t think twice before killing me? My stepfather might be abusive, but he never killed people. What am I getting myself into this time?

I didn’t say anything again after that. I got his point very clearly.

As he had told me earlier. The doctor had waited for me. Dr. Finley was a family doctor. From his appearance, he looked like he was in his mid forty. He didn’t talk much and just prescribed some ointment for my cheek.

After he finished checking me, Curtis escorted him out.

I still can’t believe that I had to live in this castle. Mr. Castro hasn’t done anything strange yet towards me.

I was afraid he would force himself to me tonight. I am a virgin. I can’t handle s****l abuse.

I always pictured my first time would be with the man that I loved.

I saved my virginity until now when most of my friends were already doing it in high school.

Curtis brought me to my room. As we walked together, I tried to count how many rooms this house had, but I lost count after thirty. How am I supposed to remember which one is my room?

“This is your room, miss.” He suddenly stopped in front of one of the doors and let me in.

The door to my room was a bit different, and it was almost reached the end of the long hall.

I let another gasp in shock after I get into my room. I wonder how many surprises I would get today.

All of the doors here were secured by a password. “We haven’t installed the password in your room yet. I will deal with this by tomorrow.”

“So you’re saying I couldn’t lock the door tonight?” I said to him.

As if he was sensing my doubt, he quickly said. “Don’t worry, no one will enter your room tonight.” He said before he left me alone.

I shrugged and looked around. The bed was so big it could fit five people to sleep there.

A satisfied smile formed on my face.

I’ve always dreamt of having a big bed for myself, but I never told my stepdad. When I was in the orphanage, I had to sleep in a very small bed. I was sad and angry at the same time with my real parents.

This pretty much feels like a dream come true to me.

I jumped on the bed and rolled from side to side.

After a while, I felt like I could use a bath. I looked for a fresh towel and opened the closet.

Whoa! The closet was filled with branded clothes. I searched for the other closet, and it was filled with shoes. Most of them were limited edition. Mr. Castro clearly had spoiled me.

I pushed the other door, and it turned out to be the bathroom. The towels were there, and they even prepared a woman’s shampoo for me.

I mean, seriously? How did they know that women used to love this brand of shampoo and soap?

I saw the bathtub and decided that I would have a bubble bath instead.

I prepared the water myself and then got into the tub.

I sighed in relief after soaking in the warm water. Is this the life of a mistress? Why did he bring me back to his house then?

People used to buy a house for their mistress because they didn’t want their partners to know.

What is it that Mr. Castro really wants from me?

After I took a bath, I took casual clothes from the closet and dried my hair.

Curtis knocked on my door and told me that the dinner was ready. I followed him downstairs and found no one there.

“Where is everybody?” I asked Curtis.

“Madam is eating in her room, and Mr. Castro is still outside dealing with some urgent matters,” Curtis told me.

So I am going to eat alone tonight? Now it all suddenly felt too lonely for me.

I quickly finished my food because I didn’t want Curtis to stand there any longer. It was awkward enough for him to stand there without eating with me.

That night I was tossed and turned in my bed. I couldn’t sleep even though I felt tired. Maybe it was because I was afraid Mr. Castro would suddenly barge into this room in the middle of the night and attack me.

I cursed Curtis inside my head many times because

I groaned in annoyance and buried myself under the blanket.

The next morning when I woke up, I found a pair of strong arms hugging me from behind.

What the--? I looked down and breathed in relief as I wasn’t naked. I am still wearing the pajamas from last night.

I slowly turned around, and I suddenly forgot how to breathe. It was him! The same man that I kissed at the hotel elevator that night.

“Aaarrghhhh!!” I screamed and pushed him away until he fell from the bed. He reeked of alcohol.

“Ouch! My head is killing me. What the hell?” he groaned in pain and got up from the floor.

“What are you doing here??” I asked him.

He squinted his eyes to get a better look at my face. After a while, his eyes went wide.

“You?” he said in disbelief.