All Chapters of Owned By The Mafia Lord: Chapter 491 - Chapter 500

SARAHI sat behind the desk, staring at the screen like it was waiting to judge me. The room was quiet except for the sound of the air conditioner and the sound of conversation outside. My name was still definitely new here. People had whispered it like it carried some secret weight. The boss’s wife. The new secretary. The one who made Sofia tense.I opened the drawers one by one, trying to understand my space. Pens, sticky notes, files marked with initials I didn’t recognize. A small paperweight with the company logo. It felt strange, sitting in this office. Marco’s office was only a few doors away, but this was my corner now. I clicked through the computer, reading the day’s schedule. Meetings, calls, project updates, everything that kept this place alive.Through the glass wall, I could feel their stares. A few heads turned quickly when I looked up. Some smiled nervously, pretending they weren’t watching. Others just whispered, eyes darting between me and the door. I didn’t blame t

SOFIAThe office was almost empty. Everyone had gone home hours ago. Only the faint hum of the air conditioning and the buzz from my desk lamp filled the silence. The room looked cold under the dim light, papers scattered across my desk, a reminder of the day I had just endured.Marco had left with her. SARAH.I could still hear her voice from earlier, soft, polite, pretending to be professional. “Marco and I will be heading out to dinner to celebrate the first day. I trust you’ll take care of the remaining work.”The way she said it, calm and steady, like I was some assistant beneath her. She spoke to me like she was doing me a favor, like she belonged here more than I did. I could almost see the smug little smile on her face when she hung up the phone.I clenched my jaw, staring at the glass wall that reflected the empty office. My reflection looked unfamiliar, my eyes darker than usual. I felt humiliated.Marco hired her. Out of everyone he could have picked, he brought his wife in

SARAHI woke up before the alarm, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds before turning toward Marco’s side of the bed. He wasn’t there, but I could hear the faint sound of hangers moving in the closet. My stomach tightened, part nerves, part excitement. My first official week as his secretary.I got up, pulling the sheets together before walking into the closet. He was already half dressed, buttoning his shirt, his watch glinting under the light. For a moment, I just stood there, watching him. Calm, controlled, sharp. The man who made half the city bow when he walked in.He noticed me in the mirror. “Morning,” he said, his voice low.“Morning.” I smiled, stepping closer. “You’re dressed already?”“I have an early call.” He turned, picking a tie from the rack. “You should get ready too. I want us to leave together.”I took the tie from his hand, brushing my thumb over the silk. “You look like you own the world.”His mouth curved. “I do. Now you’re part of it.”I laughed softly, fixi

SARAHThe alarm went off before the sun came up, but I was already awake. My mind had been restless all night, replaying Sofia’s message over and over again. “Let’s see if you’ve learned something.” Her words had burned into my head. I wasn’t going to give her another win.I got out of bed quietly and walked to the mirror. My eyes looked tired but focused. I took my time getting dressed—black skirt, cream blouse, hair tied neatly. I wanted to look composed, unbothered.Marco walked in while I was fastening my earrings. He leaned against the doorframe, half-smiling. “You look like you’re about to face a firing squad,” he said, amused.I glanced at him through the mirror. “Maybe I am.”He walked closer and wrapped his arms around me from behind. “You’re too tense, Sarah. It’s just work.”I shook my head lightly. “It’s not work I’m worried about. It’s her.”He chuckled. “Sofia?”“Yes. She sent me a message last night. Said I’ll be handling the whole morning prep alone. Like it’s a test.”

SOFIAThe next morning came with a clear sky and sharp sunlight spilling through my curtains. I woke up before my alarm, already feeling that quiet rush of energy that came with knowing the day was mine to shape. I took my time in the mirror, choosing a fitted black dress and tying my hair neatly. I wanted to look untouchable. Power came in many forms—mine started with how I walked into a room.While eating breakfast, I scrolled through the office group chat. A message from Marco’s assistant caught my attention. Emergency staff meeting at noon. Topic: breach of client information. I stared at the words, a slow smile growing. Someone had messed up, and now there was chaos. Chaos always created openings.“Perfect,” I said under my breath, taking a sip of my coffee. “A room full of people, and Sarah pretending she belongs there.”I leaned back in my chair, thinking of her—her quiet act, her polite tone, how she always looked like she was holding her breath whenever I spoke. It was only a