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Owned By The Mafia Lord Chapter 417
SARAHI sat alone at the dining table, staring at the open bag like it had cursed me. The tie was there, neatly folded. The same one I helped Marco pick out for a dinner that never happened. The perfume still lingered in the air, subtle but sharp enough to sting. And the lipstick—God, that red. The kind of red that screamed intention.I hadn’t eaten a thing. My plate was untouched. I only drank water. My stomach was tight, twisted. The silence around me was loud. My thoughts were louder.Why now? Why that tie? Why her perfume?I thought I was past all this. I thought we were finally getting back to normal. But this? This wasn’t normal. This was a slap.I rubbed my eyes before the tears could spill. No. I wasn’t going to cry. Not for this. Not again.I picked up the lipstick and rolled it between my fingers. It still felt warm, like the person who used it wasn’t far. Maybe she wasn’t.A courier doesn’t bring a message like that without instructions.I stood up, gripping the table edge.
Owned By The Mafia Lord Chapter 416
SARAHIt was early evening, and the house felt unusually calm. The sun had dipped low, casting a soft gold through the sheer curtains. I stood with Martha in the living room, her hands steady as she passed me a fresh bundle of white tulips.“You’ve really got an eye for this, ma’am,” she said gently, arranging the roses into the tall vase beside us.I smiled and adjusted one of the longer stems. “It’s just flowers, Martha.”“Maybe to you. But to someone like me, it’s the little things. Makes this place feel more like a home, not just… big walls and money.”I chuckled under my breath. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”She nodded with a grin and moved to get another vase. A low tune hummed in the background from the speakers—something classical, soft, familiar. For once, I felt like the house was breathing easy. No tension. No Maddalena. No eyes watching me from behind walls.That was rare.I was just about to ask Martha if she wanted help with the last arrangement when the front door o
Owned By The Mafia Lord Chapter 415
SOFIAThe door clicked shut behind me, sharp and final. I stood still, staring at the wood like it might open again, like maybe he’d change his mind. But he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. Marco De Luca never changes his mind once it’s made. Especially not for me.I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I didn’t fall to pieces. I just stood there, frozen, while the silence in that hallway wrapped around me like ice. My chest felt tight. My throat burned. But I kept my chin up.He didn’t even look angry. That’s what got me. He didn’t yell. Didn’t curse. He just asked me to leave. Calm. Cold. Like I was some uninvited guest that overstayed her welcome.Like I was nothing.Not a woman he used to hold. Not someone he once swore he couldn’t live without.Just… noise.I forced my legs to move. My heels clicked against the marble floor, too loud and too slow. Each step echoed in that empty hallway, bouncing off the walls like a reminder. I was walking away from the one man who used to look at me like I
Owned By The Mafia Lord Chapter 414
MARCOI looked up and saw her.Sofia.She stood at the door of my office like she owned the entire building. Arms folded neatly across her chest, hips tilted like she’d just walked off a runway. The same smug look sat on her face, the one I remembered too well. The one that always came right before she tried to push a boundary or walk over someone. There was a glint in her eye, like she thought this was funny. Like popping into my office without notice was some kind of joke.It wasn’t.My first reaction wasn’t shock. It wasn’t even surprise. It was something worse. A deep wave of irritation that started low in my chest and climbed fast. My jaw locked and I felt my fingers curl slightly at my sides. She still knew how to get under my skin. Still knew how to bring chaos with nothing but a smile.“How the hell did you get in here?” I asked, slowly standing up from my chair. My voice was low, steady, but my eyes were cold. “Who let you past security?”She gave a soft laugh. That same laug
Owned By The Mafia Lord Chapter 413
SARAHThe light coming in from the window was soft and quiet. I didn’t need to check the time to know it was early. Marco was already up. I could hear the sound of drawers opening, the soft creak of leather shoes being pulled on. For a second, I stayed still in bed, eyes on the ceiling. A full week had passed since the party. No drama. No fights. No Maddalena dragging me into anything. Just quiet mornings like this. Peaceful, honest. I wasn’t dreaming. He stayed with me every day. We cooked, we watched TV, we made love, we held each other like the world outside didn’t exist.I pulled the blanket aside and sat up slowly, stretching my arms. There was no tension in my chest. No weight. I felt light. Calm. Like I had a second chance and I could finally live in it.After a quick stop at the bathroom, I let the shower run over me. I scrubbed gently, humming under my breath. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, tied my hair up into a bun. The air was fresh. Not a trace of tension left.When
Owned By The Mafia Lord Chapter 412
SARAHThe house was calm that morning. For the first time in a while, Marco and I had breakfast in peace. He looked rested, soft-eyed… We didn’t talk much, just exchanged a few glances and light words between bites. It was enough.Then Maddalena walked in.She was dressed sharply as usual, navy blazer, white blouse tucked in neatly, gold earrings that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. Her hair was pinned back like she was heading to a meeting, not a casual morning stroll. Her smile was smooth, pleasant, but I felt it in my stomach. Trouble.“I was thinking,” she said as she took a seat at the table, pouring herself some coffee without asking, “Sarah and I should go out today. Just us.”I looked up.Marco’s head turned slightly. “Where?”“There’s an Italian-themed market downtown. Not too far. They bring in vendors straight from the south. Fresh flowers, wines, cheeses, olive oils, the works. I thought Sarah would enjoy it. Might help her… connect with tradition.”Marco’s eye
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