All Chapters of Owned By The Mafia Lord: Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

SARAHThe room was quiet, still in that soft way late nights tend to be. The AC hummed in the background, steady and low. The TV was off, Marco had turned it off a while ago without saying much. I sat cross-legged on the bed, a pillow tucked close to my chest. He was beside me, leaning back against the headboard, his phone in his hand, but I could tell he wasn’t really using it. His thumb barely moved, and every few seconds, his eyes would shift over to me, like he had something on his mind but didn’t know how to say it out loud.I glanced at him. “You’re quiet.”He didn’t look up right away. Just breathed out through his nose, then said, “Just thinking.”“About the event?”He gave a slow nod. “Yeah.”The silence that followed wasn’t heavy. It was just… unsure.He finally turned his head, looking at me properly now. “It’s just a party.”I nodded a little, but not because I agreed. He gave a small smile, tired around the edges. “Well it is just a party. Maddalena decided she wanted on

SARAHI woke up with a stiff neck and a heavy chest. The sun was already peeking through the curtains, soft and golden, but it didn’t feel like morning. It felt like the middle of something long and draining.Marco was still asleep beside me, chest rising and falling like nothing was wrong. I stared at him for a while. There was a time when his face made me feel safe. Now it made me feel small. Not because of him… but because everything around him was too loud, too powerful, too well-placed. He looked peaceful. Untouched. I didn’t want to wake him.I slipped out of bed slowly, wincing as my feet hit the cold floor. My legs felt like they’d been running all night. Every muscle in my back reminded me of the last few days. Maddalena had found a way to make me her assistant without ever raising her voice. Always smiling, always thanking me, always adding one more thing.In the bathroom mirror, I looked pale. My eyes were sunken in. My collarbones stood out more than usual. I smiled, just

SARAHThe moment the front doors opened, something shifted in the room. Conversations slowed without warning. Laughter stopped halfway through. The soft music that had been floating through the space seemed to lower itself, like even the speakers knew to quiet down. No announcement was made. No name was called. But everyone turned.Vittoria De Luca had arrived.She stepped inside with the calm presence of someone who never needed to ask for attention. The way she carried herself made it clear she was used to being obeyed. Her coat was long and black, with gold buttons that caught the chandelier light and threw it across the floor like scattered coins. Her heels made no sound, yet her presence roared louder than anyone else in the room.She didn’t smile..The guests stiffened. Some lowered their eyes. Others watched her closely, as if waiting for a sign to breathe again. It wasn’t fear in the room. It was something deeper. Something more ancient. Respect. But the kind that came from kn

SARAH“You must be Sarah,” the woman said. Her voice was calm, almost kind, but her eyes stayed sharp.I stopped walking. My name in her mouth didn’t feel random. It felt planned.“Sorry,” I said, trying not to show anything. “Do I know you?”She smiled, slow and steady. “Not yet. I’m Sofia.”That name.I’d never heard it out loud before, but it felt familiar anyway. Like something Marco had never said, but I’d always known was there.She didn’t offer a handshake. Just looked at me with interest, the kind that felt too focused to be polite.Her eyes ran over my dress, then back to my face.“That color really works on you,” she said. “Burgundy’s not easy. You pull it off, though. Very bold.”“Thanks,” I said. “It was picked out for me.”“I figured.” Her voice dropped just slightly. “Maddalena’s taste never misses.”There was a silence I didn’t know how to fill.Before I could respond, another woman came up behind her. She was shorter, with cold eyes and a half-smile that didn’t move.“

SOFIA I stepped away from Marco slowly, each step carrying the weight of everything I had just done. I didn’t turn around. There was no need. I had already seen what mattered. Sarah’s face had told me more than any words could. The tension around her mouth, the way her fingers twitched as if holding back from something, the way she stood like she didn’t know whether to stay or run. It was quite delicious. She was furious, and she was trying so hard to keep it locked in. Trying to be composed. But real emotion always slips through the cracks. Especially in women like her. The ones trying to pretend they belong in rooms they were never built for. I had done this long enough to recognize all the signs. Jealousy suited her. Better than that tight burgundy dress ever could. She wore it like second skin, like it had been waiting just under the surface for the right moment to break through. And I had given her that moment. My heels clicked softly on the marble as I made my way bac