Lahat ng Kabanata ng Owned By The Mafia Lord: Kabanata 411 - Kabanata 420

SARAHI woke up to the sound of slow breathing beside me. Marco was still asleep, his arm resting over my waist like he’d done it a thousand times. Maybe he had. I didn’t move at first. I just watched him, trying to figure out what I felt. He looked peaceful, unaware of the weight sitting in my chest. My thoughts were still full of yesterday, the way he stood up to Maddalena, how his hand gripped mine in public like it meant something.I didn’t know if I trusted him again. But I wanted peace.Carefully, I slid out from under his arm, picked up one of his shirts from the floor, and slipped it on. It still smelled like him cologne and something sharp underneath. The air in the room was warm, quiet. I grabbed my bonnet from the side table and tied it on before I started straightening the bed.The room was a mess. Pillows tossed, sheets everywhere. I folded the blanket, set things back in place, and opened the curtains just enough to let the sun peek in. I moved around quietly, not wantin

SARAHThe light coming in from the window was soft and quiet. I didn’t need to check the time to know it was early. Marco was already up. I could hear the sound of drawers opening, the soft creak of leather shoes being pulled on. For a second, I stayed still in bed, eyes on the ceiling. A full week had passed since the party. No drama. No fights. No Maddalena dragging me into anything. Just quiet mornings like this. Peaceful, honest. I wasn’t dreaming. He stayed with me every day. We cooked, we watched TV, we made love, we held each other like the world outside didn’t exist.I pulled the blanket aside and sat up slowly, stretching my arms. There was no tension in my chest. No weight. I felt light. Calm. Like I had a second chance and I could finally live in it.After a quick stop at the bathroom, I let the shower run over me. I scrubbed gently, humming under my breath. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, tied my hair up into a bun. The air was fresh. Not a trace of tension left.When

SOFIAThe door clicked shut behind me, sharp and final. I stood still, staring at the wood like it might open again, like maybe he’d change his mind. But he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. Marco De Luca never changes his mind once it’s made. Especially not for me.I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I didn’t fall to pieces. I just stood there, frozen, while the silence in that hallway wrapped around me like ice. My chest felt tight. My throat burned. But I kept my chin up.He didn’t even look angry. That’s what got me. He didn’t yell. Didn’t curse. He just asked me to leave. Calm. Cold. Like I was some uninvited guest that overstayed her welcome.Like I was nothing.Not a woman he used to hold. Not someone he once swore he couldn’t live without.Just… noise.I forced my legs to move. My heels clicked against the marble floor, too loud and too slow. Each step echoed in that empty hallway, bouncing off the walls like a reminder. I was walking away from the one man who used to look at me like I

SARAHI sat alone at the dining table, staring at the open bag like it had cursed me. The tie was there, neatly folded. The same one I helped Marco pick out for a dinner that never happened. The perfume still lingered in the air, subtle but sharp enough to sting. And the lipstick—God, that red. The kind of red that screamed intention.I hadn’t eaten a thing. My plate was untouched. I only drank water. My stomach was tight, twisted. The silence around me was loud. My thoughts were louder.Why now? Why that tie? Why her perfume?I thought I was past all this. I thought we were finally getting back to normal. But this? This wasn’t normal. This was a slap.I rubbed my eyes before the tears could spill. No. I wasn’t going to cry. Not for this. Not again.I picked up the lipstick and rolled it between my fingers. It still felt warm, like the person who used it wasn’t far. Maybe she wasn’t.A courier doesn’t bring a message like that without instructions.I stood up, gripping the table edge.

THIRD PERSON Maddalena sat in front of her vanity, one leg crossed neatly over the other. Morning light stretched across the floor, soft and golden, catching the edge of her silk robe. The espresso in her cup had barely cooled, steam curling upward as she took a slow sip. In her other hand, a newspaper folded to the society column. She read with no real interest, scanning names she already knew and scandals she already heard before they made it to print.Her private phone buzzed against the table.She reached for it calmly, setting the cup down. One glance at the screen was all it took.Sofia.Maddalena answered without urgency. “Yes.”“Maddalena,” Sofia’s voice came through, light and smug, like she was already halfway into a victory lap. “I’ve got something for you.”Maddalena said nothing, just adjusted her silk scarf and leaned back.“I saw him yesterday,” Sofia continued. “I went straight to the office. No appointment. Walked past that clueless receptionist like I belonged there