Lahat ng Kabanata ng Owned By The Mafia Lord: Kabanata 401 - Kabanata 410

SARAHI stood still, gripping the cold balcony rail like it was the only thing holding me together. The night air wrapped around my shoulders, light and sharp, but it didn’t ease anything inside me. My breaths were slow, deep, and controlled, but my hands kept trembling. I could feel it in my fingers, in the tight way they curled around the metal. My arms were tense. My jaw locked. My whole body was stuck between standing and falling apart.I stared at the skyline ahead of me, where the lights of the city shimmered across the distance. Buildings blinked like stars in motion, cars moved like ants down below, the world moving as if none of this mattered. As if I didn’t matter. The city didn’t know what had happened inside that room. And even if it did, it wouldn’t care.Marco hadn’t pulled away.That was the part I couldn’t let go of. He stood there, still, while she held onto him like she had every right. While the crowd watched, clapped, smiled like it was some beautiful story being r

SARAHThe applause from the auction still rang in my ears even as the room slowly shifted into its closing rhythm. I hadn’t moved from where I stood after that ridiculous spectacle..The crowd was thinning out now. The music had dropped to a soft background hum, and the room was filled with quiet chatter and half-finished drinks. I was standing near the archway, hoping it would end without any more drama, but of course, Maddalena had other plans.She clinked her glass gently with a fork, drawing what was left of the guests’ attention.“I think before the night wraps up,” she said, voice warm but sharp, “we should all take a moment to appreciate Sarah.”Eyes turned. My heart ticked fast, but I smiled, swallowing the heaviness in my throat. I knew this was a test, another spotlight to see if I’d fall apart. But I wouldn’t. Not now.Maddalena continued, “She worked hard behind the scenes. Many of tonight’s arrangements wouldn’t have come together without her. Let’s raise a glass.”People

MADDELENA The room was quiet. Still. Only the soft hum of the chandelier above and the faint clink of glass as I lifted it to my lips. I hadn’t changed out of my gown. I didn’t want to. The fabric still smelled like perfume and the tension of the night. It held the weight of every stare, every silence, every unspoken win. I liked that. I wanted to feel it just a little longer. I sat by the tall window, where the curtains moved just slightly with the breeze. My glass was half full, filled with something dark and strong. Aged. Bitter. It burned a little, but I liked that too. It kept me sharp. I took another sip, slow, and looked out at the quiet estate grounds. The De Luca name still echoed through this house, and tonight, it echoed louder than ever. Because tonight, I reminded everyone who still owned the room. A slow smile crept across my face. I let myself relax in the chair, letting the images from the night wash over me like a slow film. Sofia’s entrance. That was the mom

MARCOI stood in the study for a long time after she left. The door didn’t slam. It just swung softly behind her, like even the house didn’t have the energy to fight anymore. I could hear her footsteps echo down the hallway, fading one by one. Each step felt heavier in my chest than the last. She didn’t yell. Didn’t cry. Didn’t even flinch. She just looked at me like she had nothing left to say, like she was tired of trying, and then she walked out.That silence hit harder than anything she’s ever thrown at me.I stayed frozen for a moment. Then I moved. I started pacing the room like a caged animal, dragging my hand through my hair, my mind racing in every direction. I didn’t know whether to chase after her, say something, stop her. Or maybe I just wanted to scream, break something, anything to stop the guilt from building inside me. But I didn’t do any of that. I just paced.My jaw was locked so tight I could feel the pressure in my temples. My fists clenched at my sides without me

SARAHThe sun rose without asking how I felt about it.It just spilled through the curtains like everything was fine. Like the world hadn’t cracked open a little bit the night before.I lay there for a while, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. I hadn’t slept much. The bed felt too big, the silence too loud. My thoughts didn’t slow down—they just looped. Marco’s face. The bruises. The blood on his shirt. The sound of him breathing outside my door, like he was running out of air.He looked so lost.And I hated that I still cared.Eventually, I pushed the blanket off and sat up. My body felt heavy, like I hadn’t moved in days. I reached for my robe and padded barefoot to the bathroom. The mirror didn’t lie. My eyes were puffy. Skin dull. But I didn’t care enough to fix anything.I brushed my teeth, tied my hair up, and pulled on a long beige sweater and black leggings. Nothing special. I didn’t want to dress up. I just wanted to breathe.The house was quiet.Too quiet.No chatter from th