Sold to the Mafia Don： the Buyer Is My Father

My fiancé sold me to the Norling crime family to pay off a five-million-dollar gambling debt, telling me to please their Don.What he didn't know is that the Don of the Norling family is my father.On our third anniversary, Julius took me to a black market auction in Vegas."Close your eyes, baby," he whispered. "I promise you're gonna love this surprise."I thought he was going to bid on a gift for me.I did as he asked, closing my eyes and letting him lead me by the hand down a noisy hallway.But when I opened them, I was standing in front of a few rough-looking guys."Julius?" I turned to ask him what was going on, and a sharp pain exploded in the back of my head.Then, darkness.When I came to, I was stuffed in a cramped cage. I tried to scream, but only a hoarse whimper came out of my throat.They’d drugged me. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks."And now, gentlemen, for our final item of the night—"A blinding spotlight hit me.The auctioneer tapped the bars of my cage w

It was useless.Rocco paused for a second, then burst out laughing."What the hell is this bitch talking about? Latin?" He slammed the butt of his gun into my forehead.A blast of pain, and warm blood trickled down, blurring my vision."I'm... I'm the Don's daughter..." I tried desperately to explain. "I'm Scarlett..."Rocco froze, a flicker of doubt on his face."Ha!" Julius roared with laughter. "Don't listen to her crap! The Don's daughter?""We were together for three years, and you never once mentioned a father. You're an orphan," he sneered, crouching down to look at me. "Now you cook up a lie like this? You think we're idiots?"Rocco's expression turned dark."I've never heard of the Don having a daughter." He pulled a cigar from his pocket and lit it. "Running your mouth like that... looks like you need to be taught some manners."Then he grabbed my right hand and ground the burning tip of his cigar into the back of it.The sick-sweet smell of my own burning flesh filled the ai

I passed out in my father's arms, the last thing I heard was his frantic call for a doctor.When I woke up, my wounds had been treated. My jaw was reset, the gash on my forehead stitched up, and the burn on my hand dressed with ointment. The doctor said there was no nerve damage to my hand. It would leave a scar, but it wouldn't affect my playing. The rest of my injuries would heal with time.Hearing that, I finally broke down and cried. Not from the pain, but from the terror that I might never play my violin again."Shhh..." Leopold leaned over, stroking my hair gently. "It's okay. It's all over now."His eyes were red. I'd never seen my father cry, except when my mother died. But now, his tears fell onto my face."I should have told you," I said, my voice hoarse. "About Julius... I should have told you I was seeing someone...""No," Leopold interrupted. "This is my fault. After your mother died, I wanted to protect you so much that I was too strict. I know you felt suffocated. That's

Six months later, at a grand party, my father introduced me to the entire underworld. The daughter he had hidden for twenty years.I met the probing, dismissive gazes from the crowd with my back straight. After six months of training, I felt no fear. I would make them all know my name: Scarlett Norling.After the party, my father told me Julius wanted to see me. Apparently, he had tried to escape the mine countless times, even grabbing his own mother to use as a human shield when he was about to be caught. She took a bullet for him and died. Now, my father was planning to send him to an even worse place on the border. But he was screaming to see me one last time.I agreed. I was curious what else he could possibly have to say.When they dragged Julius in, he looked even more of a wreck than he had in the video. He was dressed in rags, caked in grime and blood. The chains on his wrists clanked with every move.When he saw me, his eyes lit up."Scarlett!" He tried to lunge at me but was