MasukShare
Chapter Twenty: The Devil Doesn’t Knock
Terakhir Diperbarui:
2025-05-07 17:16:54
Jhumie_writesYou’ve just witnessed the turning point. Lucien thought he could keep her at arm’s length. Thought he could play the monster and still protect the girl who’s slowly unraveling every wall he’s built. But the game has changed. The enemy isn’t at the gates, they’re already inside. And Emilia? She’s no longer just collateral. She’s the target. What happens when a man like Lucien Moretti realizes his heart is the bait? Brace yourselves. The next chapter will hurt. — Love, Jhumie_writes
Bab terkait
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Twenty one: A weakness or A weapon.
Emilia walked along the stone path that wound through the garden behind the estate, her arms folded across her chest to hold in the warmth of her cardigan. A few steps behind her, two of Lucien’s guards lingered like shadows, silent, alert, and never far.It should have felt safe.But it didn’t.There was something hollow about the silence today. The flowers looked dull. The breeze didn’t hum with life like it usually did. And even the guards, normally stoic but relaxed, seemed wired, twitchy, like they were waiting for something that hadn’t yet arrived.She stopped beside the rose trellis, brushing her fingers across the petals. A thorn pricked her finger, and she pulled her hand back quickly, sucking on the sting. It was stupid, but it felt like a sign.“Careful, mi rosa,” a voice behind her murmured.Rosa.The housekeeper walked slowly toward her, a basket of folded laundry in her arms. Her gaze wasn’t warm. It never was. But today, there was something different in it, something sh
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-05-07Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter one: Sold Like Property
The rain had already soaked through Emilia’s thin sweater by the time the black car stopped in front of the massive iron gates. She was shivering, more from fear than cold, but she didn’t speak. She didn’t dare.“Out,” the man in the passenger seat barked.Emilia obeyed. Her shoes sank into the gravel driveway. She heard the door slam shut behind her, and the engine roared to life before the car disappeared back down the road, leaving her behind.The gates opened slowly, creaking like something out of a horror film. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep her trembling hidden as two guards approached, dressed in black and armed.“You’re the girl?” one of them asked, looking her up and down with a frown. “He really paid for this?”Emilia said nothing.The guard snorted. “Follow me.”She was led through the front door of a mansion too grand to be real. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and silence so thick it echoed. She didn’t belong here. She didn’t belong anywhere.Her
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-14Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Two: The Garden That Doesn’t Bloom
Emilia didn’t mean to find the garden.She had only meant to escape the silence of the house, just for a moment. Her duties were done, and Rosa hadn’t given her more work, which was rare. So she wandered, quietly, always quietly, until she found the glass door at the end of the west corridor.It creaked when she pushed it open.The garden was surrounded by high walls. The air smelled faintly of rain and dust. The flowers were overgrown, untamed, and some were long dead.But it was beautiful in the way forgotten things are beautiful.Safe, even.Emilia sat on the stone bench in the corner and looked up at the cloudy sky. For a few precious minutes, the weight on her chest felt lighter. Her hands stopped trembling.She didn’t know why she started to sing.Just a little hum. A tune her mother used to hum when she thought no one was listening.Her voice was soft. A whisper.But it carried.Lucien was passing the hall when he heard it.He stopped.Turned.He never walked this way, never ha
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-14Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Three: Strange Feelings
The house had visitors.Emilia hadn’t been told who they were,only that she was to stay out of sight, stay silent, and keep serving until Rosa said otherwise.So she did as she was told.The men arrived in sleek cars, stepping out with tailored suits and polished shoes. Their laughter echoed through the halls, loud and careless, the sound of men who believed nothing could touch them.Emilia kept her head down as she moved between them, her hands balancing the tray of expensive scotch glasses Rosa had handed her. The tray trembled slightly in her grip, not from its weight, but from the way their eyes followed her.Like a wolf pack scenting weakness.One of them reached out when she passed.Fingers brushed her arm, too casually, too familiarly.“Didn’t know Lucien kept pets now,” the man drawled, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. “She for sale too?”The laughter that followed made her stomach twist. She didn’t respond. Didn’t slow down. She simply kept walking, even as heat rose in her
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-14Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Four: The Wound Beneath the Suit
The sound of shattering glass came just after midnight.Emilia shot upright in her bed, heart thudding.Another crash. This one is closer.She grabbed her robe and crept out of her room, bare feet soft against the marble floor. The house was dark, eerily so. Only the faint glow from the study door spilled into the hall.It was open.Inside, Lucien stood with his back to her. One hand gripped the edge of the desk. The other was bloodied, dripping slowly onto the floor. A broken glass lay in shards beside him.She forgot herself.“Sir…”He turned sharply. “I told you to stay in your room.”“You’re bleeding.”“It’s nothing.”“It’s not nothing.”She stepped in before he could argue, grabbing a cloth from the cabinet in the corner. “Sit.”He didn’t move.She raised her eyes to him. “Please.”For a moment, he stared at her like he might refuse. But then, without a word, he sank into the leather chair.Emilia knelt in front of him, gently taking his hand.The cut ran across his palm, deep en
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-14Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Five: A Warning and a Whisper
The rain came without warning.It was past midnight again when Emilia awoke, the soft patter of droplets against her window lulling her into wakefulness. She stared at the ceiling, listening, breathing in the petrichor that seeped through the cracks of the old estate. Everything felt heavier in the dark, especially after what she’d heard.Daughter of a traitor.He should’ve buried her.She’s leverage.She pressed her fingers to her chest, right over the ache that hadn’t gone away since the conversation in the study. Her father hadn’t been a name to her, just a ghost that lingered in the spaces people avoided mentioning. And now, he was something else entirely. A thief. A traitor.The floor creaked as she moved. She didn’t mean to find him again. But her feet led her to the hallway beyond the study, where the windows rattled softly in the wind. She didn’t knock this time. She just opened the door.Lucien was there. As if he knew she’d come.He stood by the window, the rain casting stre
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-14Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Six: A Cage With a View
The letter arrived the next morning. No name. No seal. Just a thin, cream-colored envelope slipped under Emilia’s door like a whisper.She stared at it for a long moment before picking it up.Inside was a single sentence, written in ink that looked too dark to be red.“Ask him what really happened to your father.”Her fingers trembled.She read it again. And again.Then she burned it in the fireplace.She didn’t tell Lucien. Not immediately. Not while her pulse thundered and her mind screamed questions she wasn’t ready to ask. Instead, she went about her day like nothing had changed, helping Rosa in the kitchen, reading in the garden, walking the long halls like she belonged in them.But the words haunted her.What really happened.That night, Lucien didn’t come to dinner. Again.He’d been more distant since the night in the greenhouse. She could feel it, how he vanished before she could catch his gaze, how his voice clipped short when she got too close.As if he was trying to undo so
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-14Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Seven: Know Your Place
Chapter Seven: Know Your PlaceThe rain hit the windows like a war drum.Emilia sat by the hearth, curled up in one of the massive leather chairs, her eyes fixed on the flickering fire. She hadn’t spoken much since their conversation in the study. Her body moved like muscle memory, eat, bathe, walk, but her mind was stuck in a loop, echoing the same sentence again and again.He traded you to buy himself time.She didn’t know if the flames in the fireplace or the one burning inside her chest hurt more.Lucien had been gone all day, but when he entered the room, soaked from the storm, his eyes flicked to her immediately. He froze there for a moment, dripping black coat, sharp jaw clenched, and then, without a word, began to unbutton his cuffs.Emilia stood slowly. Her voice, soft but steady, broke the silence.“I want to talk.”Lucien didn’t look up. “That sounds dangerous.”“I’m not afraid of you.”“You should be.”She stepped closer. “Why? Because you’re a killer?”He met her eyes the
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-17
Bab terbaru
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Twenty one: A weakness or A weapon.
Emilia walked along the stone path that wound through the garden behind the estate, her arms folded across her chest to hold in the warmth of her cardigan. A few steps behind her, two of Lucien’s guards lingered like shadows, silent, alert, and never far.It should have felt safe.But it didn’t.There was something hollow about the silence today. The flowers looked dull. The breeze didn’t hum with life like it usually did. And even the guards, normally stoic but relaxed, seemed wired, twitchy, like they were waiting for something that hadn’t yet arrived.She stopped beside the rose trellis, brushing her fingers across the petals. A thorn pricked her finger, and she pulled her hand back quickly, sucking on the sting. It was stupid, but it felt like a sign.“Careful, mi rosa,” a voice behind her murmured.Rosa.The housekeeper walked slowly toward her, a basket of folded laundry in her arms. Her gaze wasn’t warm. It never was. But today, there was something different in it, something sh
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Twenty: The Devil Doesn’t Knock
The first body dropped before the SUV tires even stopped spinning.Lucien fired through the cracked window without hesitation, the bullet finding its mark in the skull of the lookout posted near the warehouse door. Blood sprayed the gravel like a signature.“Clear the left,” he barked as Johnny and Kade jumped out behind him.They were deep in South Ridge, where the city thinned into abandoned lots and rusted metal. The warehouse had no lights. No guards visible. Just silence, and the iron taste of a trap in the air.Lucien didn’t care. He moved like vengeance wrapped in flesh, slipping through shadows with his Glock drawn. They weren’t here to knock. They were here to burn it all down.A second shot rang out from Kade’s side. One of the Alvaro men had tried to bolt from the back. He didn’t make it five feet.Kade cracked the side door open. “Movement. Six, maybe seven. Two on the rafters.”Lucien didn’t wait.He kicked the door fully open and walked into hell. Sparks flew. Concrete c
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Nineteen: Blood at the gate
The sound of the gunfire was distant at first.Lucien paused at the top of the stairs, his hand tightening around the banister. The scent of ash from the hearth still clung to the hallway. He had been heading back to speak to Emilia, to say something, anything, but the sharp, staccato crack of bullets changed everything.Seconds later, the house exploded into motion.“Boss!” someone shouted from below.Lucien was already moving. He descended like a shadow, sharp and fast, heart pounding. By the time he reached the foyer, his men had already flanked the front doors, weapons drawn.“Talk to me,” he ordered.“We’ve got movement at the east gate. Three SUVs, tinted glass. They didn’t stop at the perimeter. Just blew through it like they knew what they were doing.”Lucien’s jaw locked. “Who’s on the gate?”“Marco and Dane.”His two best perimeter guards. Which meant whoever this was… wasn’t stupid.Lucien turned to Matteo. “Get Emilia to the vault. Now.”“She’s in her room…”“Now, Matteo.”
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Eighteen: The Silence Between Shadows
The silence after Lucien left was worse than the shouting. Worse than the tension in the hall. Worse than the haunting sound of car doors slamming in the distance. It was the kind of silence that crept beneath the skin, curling into her chest and pressing against her lungs until every breath felt like a question.Emilia sat on the edge of the bed, her legs pulled in tight, arms wrapped around herself. The black file still lay open beside her, its corners curled, the pages stained with names she didn’t know and faces she couldn’t forget. Each image burned itself into her memory, red slashes across grainy photos, bullets through time.And her father.His name was everywhere. Not just once. Not just in passing. It was there like a signature. A curse.Lucien had been watching her long before she ever stepped foot in this house. Long before he claimed her.Because of him?A tremor moved through her spine. She couldn’t tell if it was fear or disbelief anymore.She wasn’t anyone. Not really.
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Seventeen: The Ashes She Left Behind
The hallway outside his room pulsed with tension. Every step Lucien took away from Emilia felt like peeling off a second skin, one soaked in blood, fear, and restraint.She’d looked at him differently this morning. Not with innocence. Not even with hatred. But with understanding. And that was more dangerous than anything else.He descended the stairs, nodding once at the guards flanking the foyer. The house had turned into a fortress overnight, and still, he wasn’t sure it was enough. Not when someone had dared to send people past his gates. Not when Emilia had nearly been taken.Julio was waiting in the study, dressed in plain black, unarmed, at least visibly. Lucien trusted him. As much as he trusted anyone.“Talk,” Lucien said the second he shut the door behind him.Julio looked up, jaw clenched. “We dug through the burner Isla had on her when you took her out. Wiped, but we recovered a few fragments.”Lucien leaned against the edge of the desk, arms folded. “And?”“There were photo
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Sixteen: Chains of Smoke
Lucien’s hand stayed wrapped around Emilia’s wrist as he led her back toward his room, his grip firm but careful, like he feared she might vanish if he let go.The halls buzzed with urgency, men in dark suits speaking into earpieces, weapons glinting at their sides. Rosa was nowhere to be seen. Even the walls, once beautiful and intimidating, seemed to shrink under the weight of whatever was happening.Inside the bedroom, he finally released her, but the air between them was thick with tension.Emilia crossed her arms, trying to hide the way her hands trembled.“You’re not telling me everything,” she said quietly.Lucien shut the door with a soft click and leaned against it, his head tilted back, his eyes closed for a brief moment. When he looked at her again, the mask was back in place, the cold, unbreakable king.“No, I’m not,” he said without apology.Her throat tightened.“I deserve to know. If I’m in danger, if they’re coming for me..."“They’re not just coming for you,” he snappe
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Fifteen: Whispers of War
The storm broke overnight.Not outside, but inside the house.The storm didn’t come with thunder or lightning. It came with boots on marble, with urgent voices tearing through the silence like blades. It came with the hard slam of car doors, the low click of weapons being loaded, and the cold morning light filtering in through the tall windows.Emilia woke to that sound of boots thudding against marble, low voices snapping orders, and the distant slam of car doors. She blinked into the half-light of morning, disoriented, her body still cocooned in Lucien’s oversized sheets.Lucien wasn’t in the room. Her heart kicked painfully in her chest. The place where he had sat last night was cold now. Empty. Panic clawed at her throat before she forced herself to breathe. He said he would protect her. He said she was safe.But safety suddenly felt like a fragile illusion.Emilia pushed the covers aside and rose, her limbs still sore from everything that had happened. Every muscle resisted the mo
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Fourteen: The pieces Beneath the Surface
The house was too quiet. It was as if everyone was on edge.Even with Rosa scrubbing away the blood downstairs, even with the wounded guards stumbling through the halls, the silence pressed against Emilia’s skin like a second, suffocating layer.She stayed curled under the covers, her heart slowing but never quite settling.Across the room, Lucien was a storm contained in a body.She watched him. And he was watching her too, his trained eyes scanning for the slightest discomfort.She looked closer at the way he moved. The way he didn’t move sometimes, just stood there, fists clenched, chest rising and falling like he was wrestling himself inside his own skin.Something had shifted between them.Something dangerous.Something she didn’t have a name for yet.He wasn’t looking at her like she was a burden anymore.Or a prisoner.He was looking at her like she was something breakable.And he hated himself for it.The second phone call ended. He was putting everyone on Isla’s case, demandin
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Thirteen: A Strange Kind of Safe
Emilia couldn’t believe it.This was the same man who had been cold, cruel, and impossible for weeks,towering over her with ice in his veins and shadows in his eyes.But now?Now he seemed… different.Pissed off, yes. Dangerous, absolutely.But underneath the sharp edges, there was something else. Something she hadn’t seen before.Care. Genuine, frantic care.Even if part of her still burned with anger for the way he had treated her, even if every sane part of her mind told her she should hate him… she didn’t.She couldn’t.Because here, wrapped in his sheets, with the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the pillows, she felt safe for the first time in what felt like forever.Not just protected, but seen. Held. Guarded. And God, she hated that she didn’t hate him.Across the room, Lucien paced like a caged animal, fury bleeding from every stiff line of his body. His hands kept disappearing into his pockets, then yanking free in restless, tight movements. His muscles were coiled, his
