All Chapters of Owned By The Mafia Lord: Chapter 531 - Chapter 540

THIRD PERSON.Marco sat in the living room with a glass he hadn’t touched in a long time. The house felt heavy, the kind of quiet that pressed on the walls. No staff moved around. Tony had left earlier. Everything in the place looked untouched, like the whole house had paused with him.He leaned back on the couch, staring at the drink without lifting it. His face looked tired. His mind was still stuck between the missing shipments, the lies in the logs, and the way Sarah’s side of the bed looked when he got home. He hadn’t slept. He hadn’t eaten. He just sat there, breathing through the weight on his chest.The bell rang once.He frowned. He wasn’t expecting anyone. Before he could move, he heard the door open. Only one kind of person walked into his house like it was hers.Sofia stepped inside with a small smile, holding a takeout bag from a place he liked. The smell reached the room before she did. She walked in like she knew exactly where he’d be.“There you are,” she said as she s

SARAH I woke up with the same heavy feeling in my chest. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to face anything outside my blankets. The sun slipped in through the curtains anyway, soft and warm, but I kept my eyes half-closed, hoping it would leave me alone. I stayed in bed too long. Way too long. My stomach growled but I ignored it. Breakfast wasn’t happening. I didn’t want eggs. I didn’t want toast. I didn’t want anything. I finally dragged myself up because I needed coffee, and if I didn’t get caffeine, I’d probably pass out. I made it to the kitchen like some weak ghost. I brewed a mug, stood there staring at it for a good minute, then took a slow sip. Warm. Sweet. It didn’t fix me, but it kept me awake. I grabbed my laptop and went back to my room. The moment I sat on the bed again, I felt the tiredness creep over me like I’d run ten miles. I opened the laptop anyway. I told myself I needed to work. I needed to at least try. I couldn’t keep depending on

********The van rolled to a stop like someone had slammed a fist on the brakes. The engine died with a rough choke. For a second there was only silence, then heavy boots hit the ground outside. Men talked low, voices rough, careless, like they weren’t dragging a human being in the back.Metal clinked. A door slammed. Another voice laughed.Cold air rushed in as the van door swung open. It hit Sarah’s skin like a slap. She blinked against the sudden light.A warehouse stretched out in front of her. Wide. Dim. Ugly. Yellow lights hung from high beams, some flickering, some barely holding on. The shadows were cut in messy lines across the concrete floor. Crates were stacked everywhere. Big ones. Smaller ones. Guns lined the tables. Ammo boxes open. Men checking weapons, loading magazines, testing knives. The air smelled like oil and metal and something rotten.Her stomach tightened hard.Two men grabbed her under the arms before she could move. Their fingers dug into her skin. Her wrist

SARAHI couldn’t stop shaking. My whole body felt cold and tight, like the fear was crawling under my skin and wouldn’t let go. My wrists burned from the ropes, my ankles hurt, and every breath came out uneven. I tried to keep quiet, to stay strong, but the tears kept slipping out on their own.I lowered my head and let the tears fall. I didn’t even have the strength to wipe them.The warehouse around me felt too big, too loud. Men were moving crates, checking guns, laughing from time to time like nothing here meant anything. Like I wasn’t tied up in the middle of all of it.Then I heard his steps.Guido.Slow, steady, confident.He walked toward me like he was coming to enjoy a show. I tensed without meaning to.He stopped right in front of me and tilted his head a bit, studying my face. I quickly looked away, but he grabbed my chin and forced me to face him.“Don’t hide it,” he said. “Let me see.”I kept crying silently, and he smiled like it entertained him.“You know,” he said, le

***********Smoke and fire lit the night around them as Marco and Sarah ran through the abandoned docks, their footsteps echoing on wet concrete. Explosions from the hotel in the distance shook the ground, sending clouds of dust and smoke swirling around the alleyways. Marco’s hand gripped Sarah’s tightly, his thumb brushing over hers, grounding her as they dodged debris and twisted metal. He glanced back for a brief second, spotting shadows moving fast—Guido’s men had realized they were escaping.“Keep up!” Marco hissed, tugging her forward.“I’m trying!” she gasped, fear sharp in her voice, her legs threatening to buckle under her.They darted between containers and stacks of crates, the firelight from the hotel making their shadows dance along the walls. Bullets ricocheted off metal near their heads, sparks flying dangerously close. Marco shoved Sarah into a small alcove as he returned fire with his pistol, keeping the assailants at bay while catching his breath.“Move now!” he bar