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Chapter 255

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MARCO

She walked away.

Just like that.

I stood there, staring at the door, my mind barely registering that she was gone. My chest was tight, my breathing uneven, my hands still clenched at my sides like I was holding onto something that had already slipped through my fingers.

What the hell just happened?

One minute, we were happy—expecting a child, building a future, introducing our pregnancy to the world. And now? Now we were on the verge of breaking up, of completely falling apart. It didn’t make sense. None of this made sense.

I ran a hand through my hair, gripping at the strands, trying to piece together what had gone so wrong. My perfect family—my life—was slipping out of my grasp, and I had no idea how to fix it.

A heavy hand landed on my shoulder.

“Take it easy, Marco,” Petrov said, his voice calm, like he wasn’t witnessing my entire world crash down.

I let out a sharp, humorless laugh, shrugging his hand off. “Take it easy? Did you not just see what the fuck happened?” My voic
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  • Owned By The Mafia Lord   Chapter 357

    SARAHI stood in front of the mirror, staring at the red dress hanging from the closet door. I’d taken it out twice this week and put it right back. But tonight, I didn’t. I slipped it on slowly, careful with the zipper, smoothing it over my hips. It clung just right.The room was quiet, just the soft buzz of the ceiling fan and the sound of my own breath. I sat down at the small vanity table, picked up the mascara wand, and paused. My hand wasn’t shaking. First time in weeks. I curled my lashes, dabbed a bit of color on my cheeks. Nothing too much. I didn’t want to look like I was pretending. I just wanted to look like myself again.I ran a brush through my hair, slow and steady, letting the strands fall loose over my shoulders. Not styled, not done up—just me. Real. My reflection started to look familiar again. My skin had some color. My lips weren’t cracked. My eyes didn’t look hollow.I stood up and took a deep breath. Slid my bare feet across the tile floor to the mirror and look

  • Owned By The Mafia Lord   Chapter 356

    MARCOI stepped outside and shut the door behind me. The air was cool, smelled faintly like grapes and wet soil. Quiet out here. Too quiet. I pulled out my phone and hit Tony’s name.He picked up quick. “Yo.”“It’s me,” I said, my voice low.There was a short pause. “How’s she doin’?”“She’s okay,” I said. “Resting.”“That’s good, man. That’s real good.” He paused again. “You sound tired.”I let out a breath. “I am.”“Yeah, well… you got a reason to be. Just glad you both made it out.”Silence hung for a second before I asked, “How’s the house?”“It’s steady. Quiet.”“The maids showin’ up on time?”“Yeah. Maria’s been on top of it. Cleaned the whole kitchen twice yesterday even though nobody’s usin’ it.”“What about the guards?”“Doing their job. Rounds every hour. Cameras up and running.”I nodded, more to myself than to him. “Anyone been by?”“Just deliveries. Stuff for the kitchen. Couple packages from the tailor. Tunja picked ’em up. That’s about it.”“You talk to anyone?”“Not mu

  • Owned By The Mafia Lord   Chapter 355

    SARAHI woke up slow. The blanket was twisted around my legs, and Marco’s arm was heavy over my waist. He was out cold, face turned toward me, hair a mess, mouth just slightly open. For once, there was no tension in his jaw. No weight in his eyes. Just quiet. I laid there a second, staring at him. It hit me how rare it was to see him like this—calm, soft, breathing easy. I smiled, small and to myself.The morning light slipped through the cracks in the old shutters, soft and pale. You could hear birds now, and the faint sound of waves somewhere close. No rain. Just peace.I moved slow, careful not to wake him. His fingers twitched when I slipped out from under his arm, but he didn’t stir. I grabbed my damp clothes off the chair near the fireplace. Still wet. I crouched by the faint embers, trying to wring the shirt out, shaking it out near the ash. My body shivered, but I didn’t mind it. There was something about the cold that felt honest.Behind me, I heard a grunt.“You tryna escape

  • Owned By The Mafia Lord   Chapter 344

    SARAHI woke up to the smell of espresso. Strong, dark, the kind Marco made when he was up before me. Sunlight poured through the open window. I stretched, pulled the sheet over my chest, and sat up slow. The place was quiet except for the sound of waves in the distance. For a second, I thought maybe he’d gone out, but then I heard the soft clink of ceramic and the scrape of a chair on stone.I got up, slipped one of his shirts on, and padded outside barefoot.He was there—shirtless, leaned back in a chair, sunglasses on, two coffee mugs on the table. His hair was still a mess, chest tan and a little damp from the ocean air. He didn’t say anything when he saw me. Just raised one mug and nodded toward the seat across from him.“You look too calm for a man with enemies,” I said, sitting down.He smirked without looking at me. “They ain’t invited here.”I sipped the coffee. “So, what’s today? Another lazy day at the vineyard?”Marco reached behind him, pulled something from under the cha

  • Owned By The Mafia Lord   Chapter 343

    SARAHSunlight slid across the bed, slow and warm, brushing over my legs and the tangle of white sheets. My head was still heavy with last night—his hands, the stars, the smell of wine on his skin. I didn’t want to move. But the light was too loud, too bright to ignore. I blinked, turning my head to see Marco still asleep beside me, mouth slightly open, hair a mess, arms thrown around me like he thought I might vanish in the middle of the night.I slipped out from under him, careful not to wake him. One of his shirts hung off the chair, so I grabbed it and threw it on. It swallowed me whole. I wandered toward the little kitchen sink, hunting for water. My throat was dry, my body sore in the good kind of way.Behind me, the bed creaked. “You’re getting up?” he muttered, voice rough, barely awake.“Barely,” I said, twisting open a bottle. “I need water. Or maybe coffee. Or a full body massage.”He groaned, sitting up and stretching like a damn lion. “How about we make it a real morning,

  • Owned By The Mafia Lord   Chapter 342

    SARAHI leaned back into the chair, legs draped over Marco’s lap, the last bit of red wine warm in my hand. The kitchen was behind us, quiet now. Sunlight was slipping low, bleeding into the sky in soft colors. My body still buzzed from earlier. I could feel the stone counter under my skin like a shadow.Marco hadn’t said much. He was just sitting there, staring out past the yard, toward the hills like something was out there waiting for him. His hand rested on my thigh, fingers moving now and then, but his eyes were gone.“Where’d you go?” I asked, voice soft.He blinked, like I’d pulled him out of a dream. Then he looked at me, mouth twitching into something small. “There’s a place I want to take you,” he said. “Somewhere quiet.”I sat up a little, tilting my head. “Quiet like what? Graveyard quiet or romantic quiet?”He gave a dry chuckle. “Family vineyard. Couple hours from here. I haven’t been there in years.”“A vineyard?” I raised an eyebrow, grinning. “You tryna get me drunk i

  • Owned By The Mafia Lord   Chapter 341

    SARAHI woke up tangled in the sheets, the air still thick with salt and sweat. My skin still felt warm from the night before. My thighs ached in that slow, deep way that reminded me exactly what he did to me. I could still feel him. The soreness. The way he held me down. The way I kept begging him not to stop. It wasn’t pain. It was the kind of ache that makes you grin like an idiot before you even open your eyes.Light leaked in through the old shutters, soft and golden, cutting through the room like a quiet promise. I turned my head, still half-asleep, and there he was. Marco. Shirtless, sunk into the sheets like a king, one arm behind his head. That smug look already playing on his lips. Eyes half-lidded, watching me like he knew exactly what I was thinking.His hand slid over my hip, slow and lazy, like he was still claiming me.“You alive?” he muttered, voice rough and low, still soaked in sleep.I let out a small laugh, throat dry. “Barely. You didn’t give me a break.”His grin

  • Owned By The Mafia Lord   Chapter 340

    SARAHThe door creaked when we pushed it open. The fading sunlight hit the marble floors, dust hanging in the air like the place hadn’t been touched in a while. It was quiet, too quiet. Some boxes still sat by the wall, half open. Sheets hung over the chairs and couches like ghosts.Marco stepped in behind me and stopped. “What the fuck?” he muttered, looking around. “They said they were done.”I walked in further, stepping over a roll of bubble wrap. “It’s not that bad. It’s nothing for real.” I turned back to him with a small laugh. “Relax. You’re acting like I walked into a dump.”He didn’t laugh. He looked pissed. He rubbed his temple and muttered something under his breath in Italian.From the hallway, a couple of workers appeared—two older women and a younger girl, maybe nineteen or twenty. All in cleaning uniforms, all looking a little panicked. One of them spoke up fast. “Mi scusi, Signore De Luca… ancora sistemando… oggi finire tutto…”Marco waved a hand. “Yeah, yeah. Just…”

  • Owned By The Mafia Lord   Chapter 339

    SARAHWe got to the private terminal just after sunrise. The sky was soft, still waking up. I held Marco’s hand tight as we walked through the gates. His men were already there, moving like clockwork—checking bags, talking into radios, clearing paths without saying much. Everything looked smooth. Too smooth.I looked around, trying not to seem wide-eyed. “Jesus,” I muttered, “I feel like one of those mob wives in the movies.”Marco smirked without looking at me. “You are.”I shot him a look. “You better not have enemies in the air.”“Not anymore,” he said, real calm. Like that part of his life had already been handled. Probably had.We walked across the tarmac. The jet looked clean, quiet, expensive as hell. Not flashy, but serious. Marco’s hand stayed on the small of my back as we climbed the stairs. I could feel the heat of it through my shirt.Inside, it was too nice. Champagne already out. Breakfast waiting. The seats didn’t even look like plane seats—more like those big leather c

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