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Chapter Thirty-Two: Hunted

Author: Jhumie_writes
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-10 15:32:31
Lucien hadn’t opened his eyes in over twenty-four hours.

The doctor said he was stable. That the bullet hadn’t hit anything vital. That the bleeding had stopped. But none of that mattered when she couldn’t hear his voice. When she couldn’t see the fire in his eyes.

She sat beside him, curled up in the chair, knees tucked to her chest, unable to sleep. She hadn’t changed clothes since the warehouse. She barely ate. Her hand rested against his as if her touch alone could anchor him here, could call him back from wherever his mind had wandered.

“I’m not leaving you,” she whispered, voice cracked from hours of silence. “You don’t get to burn the world for me and then check out. That’s not how this ends.”

His face was still pale, bandaged and bruised, but even unconscious, he looked… relentless. Like even death would think twice before touching him.

She brushed her thumb over his knuckles, the ones that had been bloodied on Catalina’s face.

Emilia swallowed the tightness in her throat. She
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The stakes have never been higher. Lucien is wounded, Emilia is being hunted, and the game Catalina started has now spilled into every dark corner of the mafia underworld. What was once a brutal transaction has turned into something far more dangerous, something that binds them together, not just in blood, but in loyalty, fury, and something neither of them is ready to name yet. Thank you for sticking with Sold to the Mafia Lord, we’re only getting deeper, darker, and more intense from here. Prepare for what’s next. No one is safe. — With fire and ink, JW

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