บททั้งหมดของ Sold To The Mafia King: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I walked aimlessly down the street, not really paying attention to where I was going. My mind was spinning with everything that had happened in the past 24 hours. It all felt like a cruel nightmare, but the duffel bag slung over my shoulder was a painful reminder that it was a harsh reality.Dmitri, my boyfriend of two years, had dumped me so suddenly and callously. One moment we were making dinner plans for the weekend, and the next he was screaming at me to get out. The look of cold disdain in his eyes as he handed me the check will haunt me forever. I gave him everything—my love, my trust, and my body. And he threw it all away, all for that whore who stood by his side with the most disgusting smirk I wanted to wipe off so badly.I stumbled upon a park and collapsed onto a bench, succumbing to the torrent of tears I’d been holding back. My sobs echoed through the empty place as darkness fell. How could he do this to me? What had I done so wrong to make him stop caring? These questio

As the clock ticked closer to closing time, I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had settled deep in my stomach. The air in the club felt heavy with tension, and the whispered conversations among the staff only added to my unease. Despite my best efforts to push aside my worries and focus on my work, the nagging sense that something sinister was happening beneath the surface lingered.As the last few patrons finished their drinks and made their way out, the club’s doors were locked with a finality that sent a shiver down my spine. I exchanged uneasy glances with my coworkers, but none of us dared to voice our concerns aloud.Before I could gather my thoughts, Jeremy appeared at my side, his expression grave. “Isadora, come with me,” he said, gesturing towards a hidden passage at the back of the club. With a sinking feeling in my chest, I followed him, my heart pounding in my ears.The passage led us down a dimly lit staircase, the air growing colder and heavier with each step. M

My eyes fluttered open to the sight of an ornately carved ceiling above a plush, king-sized bed. Sunlight streamed through the gauzy curtains, casting a warm glow over the lavish bedchamber. For a moment, I was disoriented, unsure of where I was or how I’d gotten there.Then the memories of the previous night came rushing back - the masquerade ball, Viktor’s repulsive advances, the explosive altercation between him and Kian. I shuddered as I recalled the wild, possessive look in Kian’s eyes when he proclaimed I belonged to him. His searing kiss, demanding and uncompromising, raising an unsettling mix of fear and desire.“Are you outta your friggin’ mind, Kian?” A gruff voice snarled from beyond the bedroom door. “Bringing in some random piece of ass off the streets like that? For all we know she could be a fuckin’ rat planted by the Feds or one of the Dmitri’s button men!”My blood froze at the venomous accusation. I strained to make out Kian’s response through the thick oak barrier.“

Kian and I sat across from each other at the dining table, eating in silence. I couldn’t help stealing glances at him, taking in the bruises and cuts that marred his striking features. He seemed utterly unbothered, devouring his food with typical gusto.My eyes traced the sharp lines of his face, the sensual curves of his mouth as he ate. Despite his injuries, I found myself admiring his rugged handsomeness, my gaze lingering perhaps a little too long. He must have felt my stare because he looked up suddenly, those mercurial eyes locking with mine.“See something you like?” he rumbled, one side of his mouth quirking up.I felt heat rush to my cheeks at being caught ogling him so brazenly. “I was just wondering what happened,” I replied, trying to seem nonchalant.Kian set down his utensils and leaned back, assessing me with that intense stare. “Let’s just say there are still some…lingering threats that need handling.”Before I could ask what he meant, he continued. “Which is why your

I stared at the ominous message on my phone, my heart pounding in my chest. ‘I’m always watching.’ Was someone spying on me? The thought sent a chill down my spine. Surely it was just a prank, right? I tried to laugh it off, but a nagging sense of unease lingered.The next day, I went to Emercyn’s apartment to gather my belongings. Kyle was told to follow me everywhere, so he trailed behind me like an unwanted shadow.As soon as Emercyn opened the door, she enveloped me in a tight hug. “Oh my god, Isadora! Are you okay? I was so worried when you didn’t come home. And why weren’t you picking your calls?!”“It’s a long story,” I sighed, stepping back. “Can we talk inside?”Once we were settled on her couch, I recounted everything - from being auctioned off to Kian, to the disastrous meeting with his terrifying parents.“They were absolutely horrible, Em,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “His father called me a whore and said my parents must have died of shame over me.”Emercyn’s ey