All Chapters of Owned By The Mafia Lord: Chapter 521 - Chapter 530

THIRD PERSONMarco had been home for a full week, and the days passed in slow, tense silence. He moved better now, but every shift in his ribs reminded him of the accident. His shoulder still pulled when he lifted his arm too fast. The bruises across his side had started to fade, but the soreness stayed with him like a dull warning.The house felt different. It carried an edge he couldn’t soften. Sarah barely looked at him for more than a few seconds at a time. She spoke softly, never raising her voice, never pushing. She moved with care, like any wrong word could break the small peace they were holding on to.Every morning, Marco noticed it again and again. The way she slid his glass of water toward him without meeting his eyes. How she asked if he slept well, but her voice sounded like she already expected the answer. The careful distance she kept when she walked past him. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t anger. It felt like she was protecting something inside her, and Marco didn’t know wh

THIRD PERSON Marco walked into the house with his jaw tight and his shoulders tense. The silence inside was thick, too still, like the walls were waiting for something to explode. He shut the door without a sound and stood there for a moment, breathing hard. His father’s words kept echoing, circling his head again and again, each one hitting the same raw spot.He dragged his hand across his face and forced himself to move.The lights in the kitchen were on. He walked in and found Sarah standing by the counter. She was cutting fruit, slow and gentle, like she always did when she wanted things peaceful. She looked up the moment she sensed him. Her eyes softened. She gave him that small warm look, the one that usually calmed him.Tonight it did nothing. If anything, it made the anger twist deeper. Made the guilt sharper.She wiped her hands on a towel and took a step closer. “You’re back early,” she said. “Everything okay?”Her voice was low. Careful. It should have helped. He wished it

MARCOMarco walked into the office, his suit stiff and his hands still clenching the fabric of the sleeves. The building smelled of polished wood and coffee, the usual hum of morning activity filling the air, but it all felt distant, like he was moving underwater. He pushed the door open, his eyes scanning the room, noting the staff already at their desks, typing, talking quietly, going through the motions of their day. Everything seemed normal, and that normalcy made him feel even more off balance.He sat at his desk, dropped his bag, and opened his laptop. The screen lit up with emails, messages, updates from logistics, and requests from investors. He stared at them, but the words didn’t stick. His mind kept returning to the note she left. The quiet way she said she needed space. The way she packed and walked out without a word. The house had felt empty yesterday, but now the void he carried followed him here.I thought to myself, a I standing here, typing emails like I’m supposed t

SOFIAI waited in the hallway after everyone rushed out of the meeting room. People walked past me fast, their steps loud, their faces tight with fear. Marco had shaken them, and they were desperate to get out of his sight. I held my tablet in my hands and pretended to work, tapping a few things, scrolling without reading. I was not paying attention to anything on the screen. My eyes stayed on Marco’s office door.He had walked out of the room without looking at any of us, his shoulders tense, his jaw set in a way I had not seen in a long time. Something was wrong. Not just business. Something deeper. Something that had nothing to do with missing trucks or dead captains. I could see it in the way he stood, the way he rubbed his forehead, the way his voice had cracked just a little when he dismissed everyone.That was private pain. And private pain always created room if you knew where to step.I waited until the building grew quiet. The staff went back to their corners, the managers w

MARCOMorning hit me hard. My head felt heavy, my eyes burned, and my whole body carried the weight of a night without real sleep. I sat at my desk, reached for my coffee, and before the cup even touched my mouth, my private phone vibrated.I checked the caller ID. One of my main suppliers.I picked up.Marco, listen, the man said, his voice shaky in a way he tried to hide. We can’t move anything for you this week.I closed my eyes for a second. Why?Too risky. After those missing shipments, our drivers are scared. They don’t want to be anywhere near your routes till things calm down.I swallowed back my irritation. We’ve worked together for years. You know my word holds. I’ll secure the routes.He hesitated. Marco… it’s not about you. It’s the streets. People are talking. There’s heat around anything linked to you right now. My boys don’t want to walk into fire.I held the bridge of my nose, trying not to let it show in my voice. Give me a few days. I’ll fix this.I’m sorry, Marco. I