Todos os capítulos de Owned By The Mafia Lord: Capítulo 481 - Capítulo 490

SARAH The house was quiet when I woke. The sheets still carried the warmth of the night before, and the memory of Marco’s hands on me lingered like something I could almost touch. It steadied me. For the first time in a long while, I felt a small thread of peace inside me. I let myself smile into the silence, holding on to the thought that maybe things were shifting, maybe they were moving in the right direction.I did not stay in bed for long. My body wanted movement, and my hands wanted work. The house had staff for nearly everything, but keeping busy made me feel grounded. I started with the room, folding clothes into neat stacks, straightening the pillows, brushing out small wrinkles in the sheets. I pulled the curtains wide so the morning light could spill in, filling the space with warmth. After that, I carried the laundry into the hall and took it down. The steady rhythm of small chores gave me a calm I badly needed.When I finished, I walked out into the garden. The morning a

SARAHThe house was quiet when I woke up. The air still carried that soft chill that came before sunrise, and for a while I just lay there, staring at the ceiling. The night before kept replaying in my head.. the look on Marco’s face, the way his voice had turned cold, the way he said I wouldn’t understand.I wanted to shake it off, but the words stuck like a weight in my chest.By the time I got out of bed, Maddalena was already in the kitchen, her perfume mixing with the smell of coffee. She smiled when she saw me, that slow, polite smile that never quite reached her eyes.“Good morning, Miss Sarah,” she said smoothly, lifting her cup. “You’re up early. Trouble sleeping?”“Something like that,” I said, trying to sound casual.“Ah. Men,” she murmured, stirring her coffee. “They forget sometimes that we have hearts too.”Her words were light, but there was a sharpness under them, like she wanted to twist the knife a little deeper. I forced a small smile and went to help Martha with br

SARAHI woke up to the soft sound of movement. The faint rustle of a suit jacket, the quiet click of cufflinks. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming, but when I opened my eyes, Marco was standing in front of the mirror, already dressed for work. The early light hit his shoulders, tracing the shape of his back through the crisp white shirt.He looked too serious for seven in the morning.“You’re really up already?” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. “You do realize normal people still sleep at this hour, right?”Marco glanced at me through the mirror, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Normal people don’t run an empire, Sarah.”I laughed softly and pulled the blanket closer. “Empire, huh? You sound like one of those movie villains.”He turned, fixing his tie, and walked over to the bed. “What are you laughing at?” he asked quietly. “You’re coming with me.”I blinked, halfway between confusion and disbelief. “Wait—what?”“I said you’re coming with me,” he repeated. “To the office.”I sat up,

SARAHMarco’s lips were still on mine when the sound of the door clicking open broke the moment. His hand was on my waist, his breath heavy against my cheek. I was smiling, about to tease him for not locking the door, when a voice froze the air in the room.“Sorry, I’m late. The traffic—”The words stopped.Marco turned first, his body going still. I turned after him, slow, my heart still pounding from the kiss.Sofia stood by the door. Her hand was frozen on the handle, a folder clutched tightly in her other hand. Her eyes widened, shock flooding her face. She looked from Marco’s hand on my waist to my lips, still a little swollen, and then back at Marco.No one said a word.I blinked once, then twice, pretending to act as if nothing was wrong. Marco was too quiet, his body tense but his arm still holding me close. He opened his mouth, maybe to speak, but I cut in before he could.“Well,” I said softly, tilting my head as I rested my palm against his chest, “you’re here early, Sofia.

SARAHI sat in front of the mirror, brushing my hair slowly, the morning light slipped through the curtains, warm and calm, but my hands were shaking a little. I stared at my reflection, not because I wanted to admire myself, but because I was trying to picture what kind of woman I needed to look like for the day ahead. Someone capable.It had been so long since I’d done anything outside this house. Ever since Marco and I got married, I’d gotten used to waiting for him, planning dinners, and pretending that silence was comfort. But lately, it felt suffocating. The walls listened too much, the halls whispered my name when I passed. Today was different. Today I was going to work with him. Not as decoration, but as part of his world.I picked out a cream blouse and a black skirt. Nothing too bold. Just neat. Respectable. I wanted to look like I understood where I was going. As I buttoned my blouse, I caught my reflection again and smiled faintly. “You can do this,” I whispered to myself.