All Chapters of Owned By The Mafia Lord: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

SARAHI woke up to the soft morning light spilling through the curtains, the room still quiet except for the faint sound of birds chirping outside. Stretching lazily, I blinked a few times before sitting up in bed, my mind already running through the usual morning routine. First stop—tidying up my room.I got to work, straightening the sheets, fluffing the pillows, and organizing the random pile of books and trinkets on my bedside table. I made a mental note to dust later, even though I knew Martha would probably insist I let her do it.Once I was satisfied, I headed to the bathroom. The mirror greeted me with my slightly disheveled reflection, and I smiled at the sight. My hair was a mess, and I had pillow creases on my cheek, but I didn’t mind. Turning on the shower, I let the warm water wash over me, refreshing my sleepy mind.After drying off, I wrapped myself in a towel and returned to the mirror. That’s when I noticed it—the subtle but undeniable curve of my belly. My baby bump.

SARAHI curled up on the couch, my feet tucked under me as I searched for something to watch. It had been a long day, and all I wanted was to unwind. Flipping through the streaming options, I settled on a lighthearted anime I’d seen a few clips of online. Within minutes, I was already laughing at the silly humor and over-the-top characters.Resting my hand on my growing belly, I smiled, feeling a wave of warmth spread through me. “Do you like this too, little one?” I asked softly, glancing down. “Is it funny to you?” The thought of my baby growing up and maybe loving the same silly things I did made me giggle. It was such a wholesome, peaceful moment that I wished I could bottle it up.I was halfway through the first episode when I heard the sound of the front door opening. I turned my head and smiled instinctively as Marco walked in. As always, he looked effortlessly put together—his black button-up shirt fit him perfectly, and his presence seemed to fill the room the second he stepp

SARAHWe pulled up to the entrance of the art house, and my breath hitched. The entire area was lit up with golden lights, the long red carpet stretching out in front of the grand building like something out of a movie. People in elegant gowns and tailored suits moved about, and the buzz of cameras clicking filled the air.Marco stepped out first, his expression calm and unreadable. As he walked to my side of the car and opened the door, I could already hear the rising chatter of reporters and the flashes of paparazzi cameras going wild.“Marco! Over here!”“Who’s the lady with you tonight?”“Marco, can we get a statement about—”“Mr. DeLuca, just one photo!”The voices were endless, overlapping and relentless. Marco ignored them completely, his focus solely on me as he held out his hand.“Ready?” he asked, his tone as steady as ever.I nodded, slipping my hand into his and stepping out. The second my heel touched the carpet, I felt the weight of a hundred eyes on me. The cameras shif

SARAH I woke up to the faint glow of sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains, my head feeling a little heavy. I winced slightly, turning over and burying my face in the soft pillows. Why did I feel like this? My memories from the previous night quickly pieced themselves together—the museum, Marco bringing me here, and that kiss… that intense, overwhelming kiss that I hadn’t resisted. A sigh escaped my lips as I sat up, rubbing my temples. “Marco never gets satisfied, does he?” I muttered to myself, a small smile tugging at my lips despite my teasing words. The room was silent except for the soft sound of Marco’s steady breathing. I glanced over at him, sprawled across the bed, his chest rising and falling peacefully. It was a rare sight to see him like this—relaxed, without the usual mischievous smirk or sharp edge in his eyes. He looked… cute. I let my gaze linger for a moment longer, a warmth spreading through my chest before I shook it off and slipped out of bed. I f

ISABELLAThe vibration of my phone pulled me from sleep, the dim light of the screen casting a faint glow across the room. I squinted, blinking at the message:“10 a.m. - Firm location pinned. Be there.”An unknown number, but I didn’t need a name. It was them. Finally, the opportunity I’d been waiting for. My ticket to get back at Marco De Luca.A bitter smile tugged at my lips as I stared at the message. I could almost hear his voice, calm and cold, the way it had been that day when he kicked me out. His exact words still echoed in my mind:“I don’t tolerate liars, Isabella. Pack your things and leave.”He hadn’t even flinched. No hesitation, no second chances. It didn’t matter that I lied to protect myself. It didn’t matter that I was the best thing to ever happen to him. He tossed me aside like I was nothing.But I wasn’t nothing.As I sat up in bed, gripping my phone tightly, my thoughts sharpened with resolve. He thought he could have his perfect little life with his wife and hi