All Chapters of Owned by the Mafia King: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ELLAMy head felt like it had been shattered into a thousand pieces. My body burned, as if I had been set on fire and then left to roast under the sun.I tried to move, but my hands were bound with chains. I had no strength to pull against them. The room was suffocatingly dark, the air thick and heavy. Memories crashed over me like a hurricane relentless and brutal. I had no tears left to cry, no energy left to fight.Adrian would kill me when he found out what I had done. Not quickly and sure as hell not painlessly. He’d make sure it was the worst kind of death. Maybe it was better to just die here and save him the trouble.“Is the princess awake?”The voice jolted me.Sofia.I tried to open my eyes, but everything was blurry. Whatever she had given me still coursed through my veins, making me dizzy and sluggish.“Fuck you!” I hissed, rage scraping my throat raw. “Just shoot me already. Coward!” I screamed with every ounce of strength I had left.She laughed, the sound echoing through

ELLA My eyes had been open for hours, but I hadn’t moved. I stayed in the same position, curled on my side, too afraid of what Adrian might do to me. It had been five days since he rescued meFive long, suffocating days and he hadn’t left the house once.Maybe he didn’t trust anyone else to watch me.Maybe he was just waiting for the right time to kill me.The thought of something happening to my grandparents crushed me more than the fear of my own death. If I had just waited a little longer, if I hadn’t made that reckless decision, maybe he would have set me free on his own.But it was too late now.Silent tears soaked my pillow as I lay there, breathing in the familiar scent of wood and leather. That’s when I realized I wasn’t in my room.I was in his.Why?The door creaked open, and I heard his deep voice from across the room. He was on the phone.“No, not yet. I’ll decide and let you know.”Silence followed, then his voice again, low and controlled. “She’s getting better. I’ll do

ELLA Camilla was dead?Just like that?The world spun around me, my chest tightening as my brain struggled to catch up. I couldn’t process it. Couldn’t breathe through the weight of those words. My legs gave out, and I sank to the floor as hot tears streamed down my cheeks.How could this have happened?Guilt hit me like a violent wave crashing down. Maybe it was my fault. Maybe she died because of me, because of the choices I made. The betrayal. The lies. The selfish hope that somehow, I could escape unscathed.I began hitting Adrian’s chest through my sobs. Weak fists against unmovable muscle. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t stop me. He just knelt down with me and held me tight while I cried."How could this have happened?" I asked again, my voice shaking, almost choking on the words.And then it clicked.He had said he would punish her. Was this what he meant?"Did you..?" I couldn’t even bring myself to finish the question.Adrian sighed, his voice low. "I didn’t pull the trigger."My

ADRIAN Luca handed me a folder, and I opened it, my eyes scanning the damning evidence it contained photographs, financial records, correspondence. It detailed who my father had met, what he had expected in return.But what stopped me cold was the face in one of the photographs.Ella’s fucking grandparents.Didn’t they say she had worked as a maid? My father wouldn’t have spared a glance at someone beneath his station. He had no regard for the poor—he made that clear every damn day. None of this made any fucking sense.The room felt suffocating. My lungs tightened. I reached for a cigarette and lit it, dragging the smoke deep into my chest. It curled around the low light like a storm cloud creeping in.Had the old couple played me?“Did you manage to verify the information Ella’s grandparents gave?” I asked, my voice low and sharp.Luca stared at me for a second before answering. “This is some fucked-up shit, A. What the hell is going on? Yeah, I checked—but you’ll need to outsource t

ELLA “I want you to hurt me,” I breathed, pressing my lips against his jaw.I hated vanilla sex.I wanted to be ruined.And by the way his eyes darkened, I knew he did too.“Be careful what you ask for, piccolo inferno,” he growled, his hand tangling in my hair before yanking my head back to expose my throat.Then his mouth was on me, biting, not kissing. Marking, not loving.He dragged his teeth down my neck, each scrape a threat, each bruise a promise.“This what you want?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “To be manhandled? Used? Broken open until you can’t even remember what day it is?”I didn’t answer.I moaned.He slammed me back against the wall, one hand pinning both wrists above my head while the other trailed down my stomach, slow and cruel.“You think I don’t know what this is?” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. “You want to be punished. Taught a lesson. Hurt so bad you forget why you ever hated me.”His mouth found mine in a brutal kiss all tongue, teeth, and d