All Chapters of Sold to Mr. Mafia: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Damon’s povGetting out of the basement, I had just finished with Julian. He would breathe his last breath in 33 minutes. I stopped in my steps and looked at him, then at the guards."I won’t hesitate to end the life of whoever touches my pet," I said coldly. With that, I turned my gaze back to Julian. Kneeling on one knee in front of him, I leaned closer.He was still coughing up blood. “Fuck you,” I muttered, then stood and turned to leave.It was the last.I was covered in blood,Julian’s blood. I had hit him countless times with the metal rod. After watching the CCTV footage of him tutoring Iris, I couldn’t wait for the next day to torture him.As I watched the footage, Julian placed a glass of cold water on Iris's breast through her dress. She struggled out of his grip, but Julian pulled her back in place and even dared to hit her for not cooperating.He grabbed her lips, claiming them as his own, and dared to bite and kiss her, intertwining her tongue with his. I felt like tearin

Iris’s povI had just finished packing up the little I could. Since there wasn't a maid in the house, it was a lot easier to run away. Damon wasn’t here. No maid to stop me. Damon didn't lock the door as well like he always did,or David would usually help him do that,so I didn't have to jump through the balcony windows. I limped out of the room.I didn’t pack up clothes; they weren’t mine. I just wore a black, thin jean pant and a black sweater. Since it was 5pm in the evening and the sun was already setting, I didn’t have to worry about getting a taxi.The weather was a little gloomy, like it was going to rain, but not anytime soon.I quickly limped out of the huge gate and walked to the roadside, wavering my hands to stop a taxi,to just take me far away. I wasn’t familiar with this environment, but I was sure I would find my way out.I chuckled softly. I was finally free. I was free from the monster."Hey, little ma’am, do you want to go somewhere?" a driver asked as he stopped in f

Iris’s povI woke up, stretching my numb body. The sun reflected off the window. It’s been two weeks since I moved to this new town,everyone seems friendly and kind.Thanks to the strange man, he had rented a little apartment for me, and I found a job.“Ohhh yeah, my job…..shit!” I quickly got off the bed and rushed to the shower.Since I started working, I was always being scolded for coming in late,because I kept oversleeping.Getting into the shower, I began washing up. As I was rinsing the soap off my face, the water suddenly stopped. At that moment, I heard a knock at the door.“Ahhhh….damn, my face!” My face was still covered with soap as I fumbled around blindly for a towel.Finally, I found something soft and wiped the soap from my eyes. The knock came again. I quickly grabbed a towel to cover my body and hurried to the door.“Hello, who’s there….” My hand froze in mid-air as I saw Andrew. He was the gentleman who had helped me out that night.“Hey, little girl. Sorry I came t

Iris’s pov "Iris, what exactly can you do? What the hell is this? Just a few plates you were carrying and now they're all over the restaurant! I'm going to deduct all this wastage from your salary!" My boss exclaimed. I stood frozen to the ground. I felt both a hot sensation on my skin and a deep ache forming in my chest, along with a pain in my head. Damn , my skin can get bruised, but why my salary? "Hey Iris, what the hell happened?" I heard Mia’s voice from behind me. I glanced at Scott; she had a smug smile on her lips. "Oh shit, come on in. I’ll clean it up while you clean yourself up." "Sure, thank you," I said as I turned toward the bathroom. I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I smiled slightly, trying to curb the anger in my chest. I felt like walking up to Scott and giving her what she deserved, but that would only make me lose my job. Looking at my dress, now stained with hotpot meal, I felt lost for a moment. What should I do? It was like the universe

Iris’s POV I looked at Andrew, who had an even uglier expression on his face. "Why did I end up thinking I could use you as bait? You've been with me for a whole fucking two weeks, and that motherfucker hasn’t come for you," Andrew said angrily, hitting the steering wheel. It was late at night. The sky was dark, and there wasn’t a moon, but indeed there were clusters of cyst-like stars scattered across the sky. The side street lights radiated over the dark road, and the busy people around began to walk while others moved around on tricycles. This moment only reminded me of myself. I felt sticky and disgusting. My body was filled with my own gut feeling, and Andrew kept yelling things I didn't understand. After a few more rides, Andrew parked at a corner. "Get out," he ordered, his voice cold and commanding. I opened the car door and stepped out. Just as I pulled my legs out, I was suddenly pulled back by a hard gr