Sold To The Dying Mafia King

Elara’s POV “ELARA!” my mother’s voice sounded through the thin walls of our tiny apartment. “Get down here!” I closed my journal that was filled with neat rows of numbers and the things I wished to have. I took a breath and looked at my right side. My sister was still sleeping. Mira, She was 10 years old, and too innocent for this world. I brushed a strand of hair off her forehead. She didn’t even stir. She must’ve been exhausted from crying last night. “Elara!!” Mom called out my name again. I was already tired from the pre-drama that was about to happen. I wonder what she wanted from me now. I pushed open my bedroom door and froze at the top of the stairs. I saw two men standing in our living room. I immediately recognized who they were debt collectors. They always wore black jackets and gold chains. That was like their symbol of recognition. One turned when he heard the creak of my feet on the steps. His eyes slid over me slowly. I swallowed hard and made my way down.

Elara’s POV The leather seat felt too soft for someone like me. I sat stiffly between two stone-faced men, my hair still wet and sticking to my skin. I couldn't breathe well. Not even a coat was given to me to make me feel warm. I sat straight up, my mind running back to him.Dante Caruso.The man who bid one million for me without blinking.I knew who Dante Caruso was. Everyone in the city did. He didn’t need an introduction. He was a feared mafia Lord in Italy. But I'd never seen him before. How could I? He was in places I could only dream of being. I'd often overhear people say, “ The Caruso's are monsters. But you see the heir, Dante Caruso…He's the demon himself. You mess with him and you’re dead before sunrise.”And here I was.Bought, Owned by him.*********When the car finally pulled up to the mansion, my breath left my body.Not because it was beautiful. But because it was terrifying too. Nothing I'd ever seen. I watched as the car in front stopped and Mr Dante Carus

Elara’s pov I stood frozen. What just happened!!?My heart pounded so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it.What have I done?Dante was lying on the floor, face pale, eyes half-closed, struggling for air.His mistress, Alicia threw herself over him hurriedly, digging into his desk drawer with desperate fingers.“Here! The epi-pen!” she hissed, pulling out a small syringe and stabbing it into his thigh.I watched, helpless. I wanted to do something. I wanted to help.Dante’s body jerked violently on the couch, his lungs fighting for air as Alicia stabbed the syringe into his thigh. His hands clawed against the cushions, veins bulging at his neck. His right hand man shouted something, but it felt like I was underwater, unable to make sense of anything except Dante’s strangled gasps.“Dante!” Alicia called him, grabbing his face. “Come on, breathe. Breathe!”He inhaled sharply, too sharply and then choked, his body convulsing again. I took a step forward instinctively, but Alicia s

Elara povMy phone rings like an alarm meant to punish me.I wake up already panicking, heart racing before my eyes even open. For one horrible second, I think I’m back in my old room, waiting to hear my stepfather shouting. Then the silence reminds me where I really am.Dante’s house.My mistake.My future.The phone keeps ringing.I grab it with shaking fingers.Unknown Caller.I answer before it can stop.“Yes?”“Elara.” Alicia’s voice is smooth, clipped, awake in a way that makes me instantly feel behind. “You’re up.”It isn’t a question.“Yes, ma’am.”“Good. Get ready. Dante has asked to see you.”My stomach drops, not tightens, drops, like the floor has vanished beneath me.“Is something wrong?” I ask carefully.A pause. Long enough to make my thoughts spiral.“No,” Alicia says lightly. “Today is your first doctor’s appointment. You’ll need to be tested.”Tested.The word echoes, heavy and final.“What kind of tests?” I ask.“All of them,” she replies. “Blood work. Hormones. Fer

ElaraI wake up to the sound of my door opening.Not knocking.Opening.I jolt upright in bed, heart slamming hard against my ribs. For half a second, I don’t know where I am. Then the heavy curtains, the unfamiliar ceiling, the silence of the mansion crash back into me.A maid steps in, eyes down.“Get dressed,” she says quietly. “You’re needed.”My throat tightens. “Needed… where?”She hesitates. “The master asked for you.”Of course he did.I slide out of bed, my legs shaky, my skin cold despite the thick covers. My mind races through possibilities. Punishment. More rules. Maybe worse.I dress quickly. Simple clothes. Nothing tight. Nothing that could draw attention.By the time I step into the hallway, two guards are already waiting.They don’t speak.They just lead.The mansion feels different today.Heavier.Every step echoes too loudly. Every corner feels watched. When we reach the sitting room, the guards stop.“Wait,” one says.The door opens.“Send her in.”Dante’s voice.M