Lahat ng Kabanata ng Owned By The Mafia Lord: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

SARAHIt had been a week since Marco’s cruel stunt, and I did everything in my power to avoid him. Every time I heard his voice, a chill ran down my spine. I couldn’t even bear to look in his direction. Our last encounter was still painfully fresh in my mind, and the humiliation and anger I felt had not subsided.I had become an expert at timing my movements around the house. If I heard his footsteps coming down the hall, I found a reason to be somewhere else. If he entered a room, I made an excuse to leave. It was exhausting, but the alternative—facing him and risking another encounter like the last—was unbearable.“I can’t keep doing this,” I muttered to myself, trying to summon the courage to face him, but my resolve crumbled every time I thought of his mocking laughter. The memory of him edging me, leaving me on the brink, then walking away with that smirk on his face, still haunted me.I sat in the kitchen, pretending to read a magazine, but my mind was elsewhere. The maids bustl

I spent the morning making the final preparations for my escape. Every moment felt like an unsafe balancing act, but I had to maintain my composure. My hidden stash was still intact: the maid’s uniform, a small container of gasoline, a lighter, and a makeshift rope. I checked each item, my heart racing as I imagined the steps I would need to take.I planned to hide in the back of one of the trucks, slipping out when the opportunity arose. The image of freedom beyond these gates was the only thing keeping me focused. I reviewed my plan in my head, ensuring I remembered every step, every detail. There was no room for error.The day began like any other, with the usual hustle and bustle around the house. I forced myself to interact with the maids as usual, maintaining my act. It was crucial that no one suspected anything. As I walked through the kitchen, I ran into Maria, occupied in her work. Stepping in she turned to me. “You look tired, Miss Sarah. Everything okay?” Maria asked, her

MARCOThe dimly lit room of my office buzzed with the low hum of conversation. I leaned back in my chair, observing the men around the table. Each of them had their own piece of the empire, their own slice of power. We were discussing territory disputes, something that always seemed to be on the agenda.“Vinny, how’s the situation on the east side?” I asked, my tone casual but firm.Vinny leaned forward, his voice gravelly. “We’ve had a few issues with the Rossi family. They’re trying to muscle in on our turf. I’ve got a meeting set up with the heads of the 5 families tomorrow. I’m gonna make it clear they need to back off.”I nodded. “Good. We can’t afford to show any weakness. If they don’t back down, we’ll handle it our way.”Tony, a heavyset man with a scar across his cheek, chimed in. “What about the shipments coming in next week? Any word from our contacts at the docks?”I smirked. “Everything’s on schedule. We’ve got the port authority in our pocket. There won’t be any issues.”

SARAHI woke up feeling like I had been hit by a truck. My head throbbed with a sharp, relentless pain, and every muscle in my body ached. I groaned, trying to make sense of my surroundings. Everything was blurry, my vision still adjusting.The floor beneath me was hard and cold, the air stale and musty. I blinked a few times, trying to clear my head. The dim light made it difficult to see much, but I could make out the outlines of a small, windowless room. The walls were bare, the only furniture a rickety chair in one corner.I struggled to sit up, my movements slow and clumsy. My wrists were sore, and as I looked down, I realized they were bruised from the bindings. I tried to piece together what had happened, but my mind was a foggy mess.Groaning, I managed to pull myself into a sitting position. My head felt like it was splitting open, and I had to close my eyes for a moment to keep from being sick. I took a few deep breaths, trying to steady myself.“Where am I?” I whispered to

SARAHCold water splashed onto my face, shocking me awake. I jolted up, gasping, my head pounding like a drum. The memory of their hands all over me, groping and squeezing, played in my mind like a horror movie on repeat. I took a deep breath, trying to stabilize myself, blinking away the water and tears."Rise and shine," one of the goons sneered, the one who had thrown the water. I glared at him, pure hatred burning in my eyes."Fuck you," I spat, my voice shaky but defiant."Watch your tongue, bitch," he snapped back, his face hardening. "You're in no position to mouth off."I ignored the throbbing in my head and focused on him, rage boiling inside me. "You think you can just treat me like this? You think you can get away with it?"He laughed, a cold, cruel sound. "Honey, we already have. No one's coming to save you. You’re ours to do with as we please."The way he said it made my skin crawl. I wanted to scream, to fight, but I knew it would only get me hurt again. I forced myself