[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Chapter 272: Chapter 272:Then Let Him Post Them

Charles’s heart dropped.

With trembling fingers, he pulled his phone from his pocket and unlocked the screen.

Five new messages.

An unknown number.

Each message contained a video attachment.

A cold sweat broke out across his skin.

His throat tightened as he forced himself to open the chat.

The moment the screen loaded, the color drained from his face.

Every attachment was another explicit video of him and Owen.

Right beneath the files, a chilling text note appeared:

I’m changing my mind, Charlie. I give you just two days. I still have plenty more of these. If you don’t contact me by then, I’ll personally send all of them to your so-called boyfriend before I post them online for the rest of the whole world to see.

Charles’s breathing became shallow.

Panic crashed over him, stealing the air from his lungs as a sheen of sweat broke out across his forehead.

Just then, he heard Mark’s footsteps drawing closer.

His heart lurched. Without a second to spare, Charles locked his phone and quickly tossed it face-down onto the bed.

"Babe, try to relax," Mark said gently as he closed the distance between them.

The moment he saw Charles’s pale, sweaty face, concern immediately filled his eyes.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the remote from the bedside table and turned the air conditioner to its coldest setting.

Mark leaned over, crouching slightly in front of Charles before taking his hands in his own.

"Go take a warm shower, alright? I’m going downstairs to make you something light to eat. Is there anything specific you’d like?"

Charles forced his voice to remain steady as he looked into Mark’s devoted eyes.

"I’m fine with anything, honey."

Mark gently rubbed his thumbs over Charles’s knuckles.

"Okay, babe. I’m going to call my personal doctor to come over and check on you, just to be safe."

"No, baby, please," Charles pleaded quickly, tightening his grip on Mark’s hands. "All I need right now is something to eat and some sleep. I promise I’ll be fine after that."

Mark searched his face, his brow furrowed with worry. "Are you absolutely sure?"

"Yes," Charles whispered, forcing a faint smile. "I’m sure."

Mark let out a quiet sigh. "Alright. I’ll make you something myself. Maybe a home-cooked meal will help you relax more than asking the chef to cook, okay?"

Charles nodded weakly, his heart aching at how pure and selfless Mark’s devotion was.

"Okay, baby."

Mark leaned down and pressed a warm, lingering kiss to Charles’s forehead before quietly leaving the bedroom.

The moment the heavy bedroom door clicked shut, the composure Charles had been desperately holding onto completely crumbled.

He buried his face in his hands as hot tears spilled freely down his cheeks, a broken sob escaping his trembling lips.

"I’m done..." Charles cried into the empty room, his voice shaking with terror. "What have I done? Owen... please... please don’t ruin my relationship..."

******

The rest of the day passed.

On Matteo’s side, life gradually returned to normal. He spent a peaceful night with Adrian wrapped securely in his arms, the happiness from Maya’s wedding still lingering between them as they excitedly talked about what they wanted their own wedding to look like.

But for Charles, nothing felt normal anymore.

He didn’t sleep a wink that night. The crushing anxiety in his chest refused to let him rest.

Even the meal Mark had lovingly prepared for him was left almost untouched. Charles simply couldn’t bring himself to eat.

He was too terrified to tell anyone what had happened, convinced that his friends would judge him for the mistakes he’d made in the past.

Deep down, he truly believed that if Mark ever saw those videos, it would be the end of everything between them.

No matter how much Mark loved him, Charles couldn’t convince himself that anyone could watch something so deeply private and humiliating and still stay.

By the next day, the clock was ticking relentlessly.

Charles had less than thirty-eight hours left, and the crushing pressure was slowly driving him to the edge.

While he was at work, his phone vibrated with another message from Owen.

I’m trying to be considerate, Charlie. I don’t want to ruin your relationship. Just come to our usual spot so we can talk this through like adults. I promise I’ll delete every video afterward. I only want to talk. Trust me.

Charles stared at the message, his stomach twisting into knots.

More than anything, he wanted the blackmail to end.

But deep down, he knew exactly what would happen if he stepped into Owen’s place.

Owen wouldn’t just want to talk.

He would force himself on him.

Yet Charles also knew that those videos would never stop haunting him unless they were deleted.

His thoughts spiraled as every possible outcome raced through his mind.

With trembling fingers, he hovered over the keyboard, ready to reply to Owen.

But before he could send the message, the faces of Adrian, Frank, and Mark flashed through his mind.

He couldn’t do it.

If he went to Owen alone, he knew exactly what would happen.

And if that happened...

Adrian and Frank would be devastated that he had kept everything from them instead of asking for help.

And Mark...

Charles couldn’t even bear to think about it.

He was terrified that if Mark ever found out he had gone to meet Owen in secret, Mark would feel completely betrayed, and their relationship would be over.

Taking a shaky breath, Charles backed out of Owen’s chat and opened the group conversation with Adrian and Frank.

His fingers trembled violently as he typed a single message.

I’m dying.

Adrian and Frank’s replies appeared almost instantly.

Where are you?!

Charles replied immediately.

I’m leaving work now. I’m on my way back to my apartment.

Frank replied at once.

Alright. I’ll be there soon.

Adrian’s message came a second later.

Same here. Hold on.

Back at the estate, Matteo had already left for the office earlier that morning.

Knowing he couldn’t leave the house without telling Matteo, Adrian quickly called him.

The moment Matteo answered, Adrian did his best to keep his voice steady.

"Baby, Charles really isn’t feeling well. I need to go over to his apartment and check on him."

Matteo didn’t hesitate.

"Alright, babe. Take the bodyguards with you, and don’t stay out too long, okay?"

"Alright, baby," Adrian replied softly before ending the call.

The moment the call ended, Adrian switched into action.

He immediately called his bodyguard, his voice calm but commanding.

"Tell the driver to get the car ready. We’re heading out now."

"Understood, sir," the bodyguard replied before immediately carrying out the order.

Adrian quickly changed into a more comfortable outfit, headed downstairs, and got into the waiting car. Moments later, the convoy pulled out of the estate and headed straight for Charles’s apartment.

By the time Adrian’s car arrived at Charles’s apartment building, Charles had already made it home.

Frank had arrived a few minutes earlier and was waiting outside the building.

Seeing Adrian step out of the car, Frank walked over to meet him.

Without wasting another second, the two hurried inside together and made their way up to Charles’s apartment.

Adrian knocked firmly on the door.

A few moments later, the door opened.

Charles stood there, his face pale, his eyes red from crying.

Without a word, he stepped aside to let them in.

The three of them walked into the living room and sat down together on the couch.

Before Charles could say a single word, he completely broke down.

He buried his face in his hands as violent sobs tore through him, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Adrian and Frank exchanged a worried glance.

Neither of them rushed to ask questions.

Instead, they moved closer, sitting on either side of Charles and gently wrapping their arms around him, silently letting him cry.

"No matter how bad it is, tell us," Adrian said softly, his voice filled with quiet determination. "We’ll find a way through this together. You don’t have to carry this alone anymore, Charles. Just tell us what’s happened."

Frank tightened his arm around Charles’s shoulders, his voice calm and reassuring.

"Adrian’s right. We’re here with you, Charles. Nothing you tell us is going to make us walk away. Whatever it is, we’ll face it together."

Charles looked up at his two best friends, wiping at his tear-blurred eyes with a trembling hand.

"It’s... Owen," he whispered.

Adrian and Frank’s expressions changed instantly.

"Owen?" they said at the same time.

Adrian leaned forward, his voice turning sharp. "What did he do?"

Slowly, Charles began telling them everything.

Between broken breaths and trembling sobs, he recounted what had happened in the restroom at Maya’s wedding, how Owen had cornered him, refused to let him leave, and how he had rejected every one of Owen’s advances.

Charles’s voice cracked as fresh tears spilled down his cheeks.

"But he wouldn’t leave me alone," he choked out. "He’s using the videos from when we were together to blackmail me now..."

At that point, Charles knew there was no point hiding anything anymore.

With trembling hands, he pulled out his phone, opened the conversation, and held it out for them to see.

"Owen is threatening to post all of these online if I refuse to sleep with him."

His voice broke.

"Look at them... there’s no way Mark could watch those videos and still stay with me. He’ll leave me immediately."

Curling into himself, Charles hugged his knees tightly against his chest as fresh sobs tore through him.

"Mark can’t even stand the thought of something like this, let alone see it with his own eyes. I don’t even have two days anymore... I only have hours left."

His breathing hitched.

"Owen wants to destroy me, and all I ever did was date him. I know I was stupid enough to let him record those videos back then, but I loved him, then..."

He reached out and desperately grabbed Adrian’s sleeve.

"Those videos are too dirty for someone like Mark to see. Please... what am I supposed to do? Owen told me to come to his hotel, and if I don’t, he’ll post everything."

Adrian stared at the phone in silence.

His expression slowly changed.

The concern disappeared from his face, replaced by a cold, unnervingly calm look.

Leaning back against the sofa, he narrowed his eyes.

"Then let him post them," Adrian said quietly.

Charles and Frank both snapped their heads toward him, staring in complete disbelief.

"What?" Charles gasped. "What do you mean?"