All Chapters of Sold To The Devil Mafia Boss: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The room was filled with tension. Specter’s smirk never wavered, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes calculation, anticipation. He wasn’t afraid, which meant he knew something Adrian didn’t.Adrian didn’t loosen his grip. His gun pressed firmly against Specter’s temple. “Where is Ghost?”Specter chuckled, his lips curling. “You think I will just tell you his whereabout?”Adrian didn’t respond. Instead, he pulled the trigger.Click.Empty chamber.Specter’s smirk faltered for just a second. Adrian had done it on purpose, to make a point.“The next one won’t be empty.” Adrian’s voice was calm, but his eyes were ice-cold.Specter let out a slow breath, regaining his composure. “You’re wasting your time, Adrian. Ghost is already ten steps ahead of you.”Adrian pressed the gun harder against his skull. “Then let’s see if he still stays ahead when his right-hand man is dead.”Specter swallowed, but he still held his smugness. “Kill me, and you lose the information you needed.”

Adrian sat in his study, surrounded by stacks of old documents, photos, and files he had retrieved from a hidden safe in his father’s old office. His expression was unreadable as he read through them, his mind piecing together fragments of a past that had long been buried.He had always known his parents were powerful, but what he was uncovering now proved they were far more influential than he had ever imagined. They had been feared by many, yet they had been careful, too careful. They left behind almost nothing that pointed directly to their secrets.But Adrian knew better.The secret they hid wasn’t lost, it was within him. Somewhere, buried deep in his past, was the key to unlocking it. Something that important, his parents would never have left in plain sight.Leaning back in his chair, he closed his eyes, forcing himself to remember. His childhood had been disciplined yet playful. His father had always portrayed himself as a businessman, always professional. His mother was gentl

The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. Selene stirred, her body sinking deeper into the warmth beside her. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, holding her close, a steady heartbeat beneath her palm.Adrian.A small smile touched her lips as she shifted slightly, only for his grip to tighten. “Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was thick with sleep, rough and possessive.She tilted her head up to meet his gaze, his stormy eyes still heavy with sleep but no less intense. “I wasn’t going anywhere.”“Good.” His hand slid down her back, keeping her pressed against him.Selene traced slow circles on his chest. “You’re always up before me. This is the first time I woke up before you.”Adrian smirked, fingers brushing over her bare shoulder. “Maybe you finally tired me out.”She chuckled, shaking her head. “Highly doubtful.”His grip on her waist tightened. “Want to test that theory?”Heat curled low in her stomach, but she rolled h

"Step forward," Matteo ordered, his voice sharp.Nina hesitated for only a second before obeying. She couldn’t afford to look weak.The other recruits stepped back, giving them space. Nina knew she had to be careful. If she held back, Matteo would notice. If she fought too well, she might attract the wrong kind of attention.Matteo moved first, his attack fast and precise. Nina barely dodged in time, stepping aside to avoid his fist. He didn’t give her a moment to recover, coming at her again with a kick. She blocked it, but the impact sent her stumbling.Matteo narrowed his eyes. "You’re too slow."Gritting her teeth, Nina steadied herself and struck back, aiming for his ribs. Matteo dodged effortlessly, countering with a swift jab that grazed her shoulder. She felt the sting but refused to show it.He was testing her limits. Seeing what she was capable of.She had no choice but to play along.After a few more exchanges, Matteo stepped back. "That’s enough." His tone was unreadable.

Nina’s fingers curled around the handle of the knife, her grip tightening as she stared at the man slumped in the chair. His breathing was ragged, blood dripping from a cut on his temple. He was barely conscious, unaware of the danger he was in.Matteo and Rosco stood nearby, watching her every move.This was it.A test of loyalty.Her heart pounded against her ribs. If she refused, they would know she wasn’t truly on Adrian’s side. If she hesitated too long, they would suspect her. And if she actually went through with it…Her stomach twisted.She could feel Matteo’s gaze boring into her. “What is taking so long?” he asked, amusement lacing his voice.Rosco, silent as always, took a step closer. “Kill him.”The knife felt heavy in her hand. The man in the chair groaned, his head lolling forward. He didn’t even know she was the one holding his life in her hands.She swallowed hard.Think, Nina. Think.She needed to act fast.Her mind raced, searching for a way out, an excuse, anything