บททั้งหมดของ Owned By The Mafia Lord: บทที่ 451 - บทที่ 460

SOFIAI stormed out of the De Luca house with my chest on fire. My heels struck the stone steps too loud, but I didn’t care. Marco had humiliated me in front of Sarah. In front of Maddalena. He had looked me in the eye and told me to leave, as if I was no one. As if I hadn’t been the one by his side first.I gritted my teeth, shoving the thought down, but it stayed. How dare he keep choosing her. Sarah. That smug little face, sitting quiet, pretending she was fragile, when I knew she was eating every second of it. Marco defending her, Marco telling me to leave because of her. I could still see Maddalena’s smile shifting when it happened, the way her lips tightened. She was pleased to see me, pleased when I walked in, but I knew she wouldn’t stay pleased for long. I was running out of time, and she made that clear when she agreed to give me this chance.And now Marco had slammed the door in my face.I walked fast, almost running through the gates of the estate. The guards didn’t even l

SARAHThe house felt quieter that evening. The noise from earlier had faded, the sharp voices gone, the tension from Sophia’s sudden appearance no longer shaking the walls. But it still lingered in me. Every step I took down the hallway carried that same weight, like the silence wasn’t really peace, just something holding its breath.I stopped outside Marco’s room. The door was half open, a sliver of warm light spilling out. Inside, I saw him sitting up against the headboard, his shoulders a little straighter than before. He still looked pale, still worn out, but not as broken as the day before. The sight of him awake, moving on his own, eased something in me I didn’t even know I was holding.A doctor stood by his side, packing his bag. He was muttering in Italian, short and sharp, telling Marco not to overdo himself. Marco answered him with a faint smirk, like he had no intention of listening.“You’re stubborn,” the doctor said as he snapped the bag shut. “Rest. No late calls, no str

SOFIAGuido didn’t rush when he came in. He moved slow, steady, his shoes clicking against the floor until he stopped across from me. The chair scraped as he sat, his body leaning back like he had all the time in the world. His hands rested calmly on the armrests, his eyes on me like I was some puzzle he had already half-solved.Daniel stayed by the wall, stiff and quiet, his arms folded. He didn’t even glance at me. He just stood there, guarding like I was some animal.I glared at both of them, my chest tight. “You think this is brave?” My voice cracked with anger. “Tying me up like this? Keeping me in the dark like some prisoner? You’re cowards. Both of you.”Guido smiled faintly, but it wasn’t warm. It was the kind of smile that said he was in charge here. “Cowards? No. Careful? Yes. You’ll learn soon enough why.”“Why don’t you untie me and show me how careful you are,” I shot back, my wrists pulling against the ropes. They burned already, but I didn’t care. “Or are you afraid I’l

THIRD PERSON Daniel’s hands moved with no hesitation, no sign of care as he worked at the knots. The rope slid off Sophia’s wrists, rough against her skin, and fell onto the floor with a dull sound. He didn’t look at her. He didn’t check if her hands were sore or if she could even move them. He just stepped back and flicked his chin toward the door.“The door’s open,” he said flatly.Sophia rubbed her wrists, her eyes fixed on him. The freedom was there, just a few steps away, but she didn’t move. Instead, she stayed seated, her chest rising and falling with slow, careful breaths.“You untie me, just like that?” she asked. “No warning, no threat? You think that makes sense?”Daniel leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You’re free to go. No one’s stopping you.”Sophia’s lips pressed together. Something in his tone struck her. Not kindness, not mercy—just indifference. It made her skin prickle. She rose from the chair but didn’t head for the door.“You don’t even care what happens a

SOFIAThe ringing in my ear felt louder than it should have. My hand was damp against the phone, and every second Maddalena didn’t pick up made my chest squeeze tighter. When she finally answered, her voice cut through sharp and cold.“Where the hell have you been?” she snapped. “I called you three times. Bianca said she hasn’t seen you since morning. Do you think this is a game, Sofia?”I froze, my throat tight. For a second the truth almost spilled out — Guido, Daniel, the ropes, the way fear had crawled over my skin the whole walk home. It was right there, pushing at my lips. But then his voice slipped back into my head. That calm certainty, the promise that Marco could be mine if I let him lead me. My tongue pressed against my teeth, locking the words inside.“I…” I started, then bit down so hard on my lip I tasted blood. My eyes watered at the sting, but it kept me quiet long enough to think. I couldn’t tell her. I wouldn’t.“I needed air,” I said finally, letting the words fall