Todos os capítulos de Sold To The Mafia Boss: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

ELEANOR I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. The maid’s dress fit awkwardly on my frame, the stiff fabric clinging to me like an unwanted second skin. I sighed, adjusting the apron that felt too tight around my waist. It had been a few days since Isabella brought it to me, and now I was officially one of Armando’s housemaids. The reality of it sank in deeper with each passing second.I had avoided leaving my room up until now, relying on the maids to bring me meals whenever I needed food. But today, that changed. Today, I would be walking through Armando’s mansion, being shown around like I was part of his staff—because, in his eyes, I was.Isabella knocked on my door, her voice soft. “Miss Eleanor, are you ready?”I took a deep breath and nodded, even though I wasn’t sure I was ready for what awaited me. “Yeah… I’m ready.”She opened the door and stepped in, her expression kind as usual. “I’ll show you everything Mr. Armando expects to be cleaned. It’s a lot, bu

ELEANOR I dragged myself across Armando’s room, forcing my body to move as I wiped down the already spotless floor. My arms felt heavy, my back ached, and my mind… my mind was drowning in a sea of thoughts. I couldn’t focus on the exhausting task in front of me. The more I tried, the more my mind wandered, slipping further and further away from the present.I had been enduring Armando’s cruelty for so long that I didn’t even remember what it felt like to be free anymore. Every day was the same—his threats, his anger, the way he watched me like I was nothing more than property. It wore me down, piece by piece, until I barely recognized myself.My sister’s face flashed in my mind, and my heart clenched. She was the reason I was still here, why I was enduring all of this. The money Armando had paid for me… it went to her treatment. But lately, I started to wonder if I was doing the right thing. If I stayed here, I might not make it out alive. What good would I be to her then?It had bee

ELEANOR I woke up with a pounding headache, my body stiff and sore. My wrists and ankles were tied tight, the ropes cutting into my skin. I tried to move, but the chair creaked beneath me, the bonds holding me in place. The room was pitch black, and for a second, I couldn't remember how I'd gotten here. Everything felt like a fog. But then, it hit me all at once—my escape, the alley, the two men. My heart started racing again as the memories all came flooding back.I panicked, pulling at the ropes that kept me trapped in the chair. "Please, let me go!" My voice came out shaky, almost pleading. "I swear, I don't have anything! You've got the wrong person!"I could hear footsteps coming toward me, and my breath caught in my throat. One of the men, his face still masked, crouched down in front of me. "Don't start screaming again," he said, his voice low, threatening. "Remember what happened the last time? I'm sure you must be smarter by now."I nodded quickly, too terrified to speak. My

ARMANDOI slammed the door to Eleanor's room, her sobs still ringing in my ears as I walked down the hall. Her words replayed in my head, not because they meant anything, but because of how pathetic she sounded—begging, crying and ranting like that was going to change anything. There were more important things to worry about than her petty little tantrums so I couldn't care less.Fighting those two idiots had been easy but it left my knuckles sore—though this was nothing really new to me. I'd been fighting for as long as I could remember and being a mob boss meant you had to learn to live with pain. Fights happened all the time—bare fists, knives, guns. You name it, I’d seen it all, and most times, I won. So this wasn't a big deal. The real issue was the reason I left the mansion in the first place—that damn mole in my crew.Whoever he was, he continued feeding my enemies information. My drug deals had been hit twice in the past week, one of my weapon shipments got intercepted last mo

ARMANDO Faces I recognized were everywhere—some more familiar than I’d like. Most of them were my enemies, but that was the thing about the families—whenever we were called to gather, we all sat together until the goal was met, then we could go right back to killing each other another day. It was one of the unspoken rules, a part of the life we lived.Knowing that, and knowing I’d be surrounded by these same enemies, was exactly why I showed up tonight. I liked keeping my enemies close because watching and reading them always gave me an edge—that way there were no surprises. If I could find even the smallest clue as to who was sabotaging my business tonight, I’d be out of here the minute I got it.After Don Alessio greeted me and moved on, I started to make my way around the room with my head held high. I was a powerful man in a room full of powerful men, and I carried myself like it. Nothing about my demeanor would suggest I was worried or suspicious, even though I was watching ever