All Chapters of Owned By The Mafia Lord: Chapter 511 - Chapter 520

SARAHThe morning was gray and heavy. I woke up still in the same clothes from last night, the fabric wrinkled and sticking to my skin. My eyes burned, my head hurt, and for a second, I couldn’t remember what day it was. The rain hadn’t stopped. It beat against the windows, a dull sound that filled the silence of the room.Marco’s side of the bed was empty, cold. I turned toward it slowly, staring at the imprint where he used to sleep. The air smelled faintly of his cologne, the one he always wore after shaving. I sat up, rubbed my hands over my face, and tried to shake off the fog in my mind.The house was too quiet. No sound from downstairs. No footsteps. No coffee brewing. Just the rain and the ticking clock. I pushed my hair back, feeling a dull ache build behind my temples. He hadn’t come home. He hadn’t even called.I thought maybe he stayed at the office again, or maybe with Tony. I told myself not to think the worst. But the more I stared at the rain, the more uneasy I felt.W

It was getting late. The lights in the corridor had dimmed to a soft yellow, the kind that made everything look tired. Nurses walked past in quiet pairs, their shoes whispering against the floor. The air smelled of coffee and disinfectant. Someone laughed faintly down the hall, and the sound made my chest tighten. The world kept moving while I sat there, waiting for something to change.Tony passed by a few minutes later, his jacket still on, eyes red like he hadn’t slept either. “He’s stable now,” he said quietly. “Still weak, but he’s fighting. You should rest, Sarah. It’s going to be a long night.”I nodded, even though I couldn’t. Resting felt wrong when Marco was lying in there, hurt, because of how we left things. I wanted to see him. Just see him breathing, hear his voice. Maybe he’d look at me the way he used to. Maybe not. I still needed to try.The hours dragged. I kept checking the clock, kept telling myself I’d wait until visiting hours ended, then go. But I didn’t move. M

MARCOThe morning light crept through the blinds and brushed over my eyes before I was ready for it. My head still hurt, but the drugs had worn off enough to let the pain settle deep, steady, and real. The faint sound of traffic from outside mixed with the soft hum of machines in the room. Everything felt too quiet, too clean, too distant.Sofia sat by the window, legs crossed, scrolling through her phone like she was waiting for someone to tell her she belonged there. Her hair was tied back, and her heels rested neatly beside the chair. On the table near her, a tray of untouched breakfast sat cold.I stared at the ceiling for a while, trying not to think, but my mind didn’t listen. I saw Sarah’s face the moment she walked into the room last night. The hurt in her eyes. The disbelief. The silence that followed. Then her leaving. I hadn’t seen her since. No call. No message. Not even a word from home. Just the same echo of guilt sitting somewhere under my ribs.Sofia must have felt my

SARAHThe house was quiet when I walked in, the kind of quiet that didn’t feel peaceful. The air was cold, heavy. My legs felt weak, and my mind was still caught between fear and exhaustion.Maddalena was waiting. She sat in the living room like a queen guarding her throne, arms crossed, eyes sharp enough to cut through the dark. I knew before she opened her mouth that she’d been waiting for me.“Where have you been?” Her voice was calm, but the calm that came before something dangerous.I swallowed and forced a small smile. “I went for air. Needed space.”Her head tilted, slow, deliberate. “At dawn? You think I’m blind?”I shrugged, pretending I didn’t care, though my heart was racing. “Believe what you want.”She stood up, every step closer tightening the air between us. “You’re reckless,” she said. “Marco doesn’t need a wife who disappears into the night. He needs stability. A woman who understands what it means to stand beside him. A woman like Sofia.”The name hit like a slap. So

SOFIAThe drive home was silent, but my head wasn’t. Every turn, every red light, I kept seeing her face. Sarah. The way she looked at him, the way she moved toward him like she had the right. That fake softness in her voice when she said his name.By the time I stepped inside, I couldn’t breathe right. The door slammed behind me, and I didn’t even try to hold back. My bag hit the wall, the sound echoing through the quiet house. I stood there, breathing hard, hands shaking, watching it slide to the floor.That image of her hugging him burned in my head. Her arms around him like she belonged there. My jaw clenched. She didn’t even hesitate. Not a flicker of doubt. Like she knew he wouldn’t pull away.“Stupid,” I muttered, kicking my shoes off hard enough that one flew across the room. “So damn stupid.”I walked back and forth, trying to shake off the feeling crawling under my skin. It wasn’t just anger. It was humiliation. That look Tony gave me when I stood there watching her hold Mar