Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 511

Chapter 511: Chapter 107 The Hotel Trap

Daniel’s POV

The sharp ring of my desk phone cut through the tension in the precinct. My secretary informed me that an unidentified woman was demanding to speak with the lead inspector. When the call transferred through, I immediately recognized the voice that had haunted my past.

"Daniel, I need you..." Sasha’s voice trembled between sobs, her breathing erratic and desperate. Even after all these years, she still knew how to manipulate every inflection.

"Sasha, seriously? We’re not playing these games again. Your theatrics won’t work this time. Don’t call this number again." I moved to disconnect the call when her shriek pierced through the receiver like a blade.

"DON’T HANG UP, DANIEL!" Her voice cracked with manufactured desperation. "If you leave me now, I swear I’ll end everything. I’m going to jump from this window."

"Then jump, Sasha!" I slammed the phone down, refusing to be drawn back into her web of manipulation. The Martinez family had taught me many lessons, but the most valuable was never to show weakness to those who would exploit it.

Shortly after, my cell phone buzzed with an incoming message. A photo appeared on my screen: Sasha with wild, disheveled hair and mascara-streaked cheeks, perched precariously on what appeared to be a high-rise windowsill, her legs dangling over several stories of empty air.

The message beneath read: "If you don’t come, I’ll jump. I’m at the Summit Hotel."

"Damn it!" I pounded my fist against my desk, the sound echoing through my office. Every instinct told me to ignore her theatrical performance, but the memory of her previous suicide attempt before our arranged marriage haunted me. Even if this was just another calculated move in her endless chess game, could I risk calling her bluff?

I reluctantly left the police station, sending a terse message confirming my arrival as I climbed into my unmarked vehicle. The Summit Hotel represented neutral territory in our city’s complex power structure – a place where both legitimate business and underground dealings could coexist without question.

At the hotel, the receptionist immediately provided her room number without hesitation. No questions asked, no identification required. The kind of discretion that money and family connections could buy.

"Sasha, open this door," I demanded after sharp knocks, my voice carrying the authority of both my badge and my bloodline.

The door swung open immediately. As I stepped inside and turned toward her, white-hot rage flooded through my system. She had played me yet again with the skill of someone raised in the same world of calculated deception. Before I could react or retreat, she locked the door behind me and sprinted to the closet, securing the room key inside a digital safe with a triumphant smile.

"What the hell is this?" Any compassion I might have felt evaporated instantly. At that moment, I could have happily pushed her from that window myself, consequences be damned.

"I knew you’d come," she laughed, her eyes gleaming with the victory of someone who had successfully executed a complex operation. "It worked before our marriage, and it worked now. And guess what happens next? Just like last time, you’ll come back to me."

I couldn’t believe I had fallen for her schemes again. During our engagement years, when I had tried to break free from the arranged union and started seeing someone else, Sasha’s mother had contacted my father, claiming her daughter had locked herself away threatening suicide over the dishonor to both families. I had broken down her apartment door to find her making shallow cuts on her wrists. Her tearful declaration that she couldn’t live without me, combined with family pressure and honor obligations, had led to our reconciliation and eventual marriage.

Now I stood trapped in a luxury hotel room with my manipulative ex-wife, who wore nothing but expensive black lingerie that probably cost more than most people’s monthly salary.

"You’ve completely lost your mind, Sasha!" I reached for my phone but realized with sinking dread that I had left it in my car. The hotel phone was conspicuously absent from its usual location – undoubtedly locked in that safe with the room key.

"Lost my mind over you, Daniel," Sasha purred, moving closer with predatory grace. "Well, not exactly over you, but I want you and you belong to me, so..."

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