Lahat ng Kabanata ng Loving the Ruthless Mafia King: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The banging and clattering broke through the thin walls like thunder, jarring Sera from her sleep. She blinked at the ceiling, disoriented, before realizing that the noise wasn't stopping. Cursing and the sound of cupboards slamming shut cut through the quiet. She rolled over and glanced at the small clock on her nightstand, squinting at the blurry red numbers—2:04 a.m.With a heavy sigh, she rubbed her eyes, pushed herself out of bed, and tiptoed toward the kitchen. She knew this routine all too well, but tonight felt worse somehow, maybe because of how exhausted she was, maybe because she'd actually dared to hope things might improve after the recent scare with the mafia. But as she drew closer to the kitchen, her stomach knotted. He was there, opening and slamming cupboard doors, a whiskey bottle clutched loosely in one hand. She could see his glassy, unfocused eyes even from across the room.“Dad?” she called softly, but he didn’t look up, his muttering only getting louder as he f

Sera tried to take a step back, feeling the walls closing in as the enormity of the situation sank into her bones. But the man by the door moved quickly, a wall of muscle and menace, blocking her path with a smirk that was as cold as the concrete outside. She felt trapped, the exit just out of reach, and a surge of fear bubbled up, turning her legs to jelly.The dark-haired man near the window straightened, drawing her attention as he moved closer. He was tall, his presence dominating the cramped room, and his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her shiver. His voice, smooth and deep, slipped into the air like a knife. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, amusement flickering in his eyes as though this was all just a game to him. “Your father has a debt to settle. A debt he can’t pay.” His lips curved into a chilling smile. “And I can’t have people who don’t pay their dues.” He paused, the silence thickening, and his voice dropped to a lethal whisper. “People like th

Sera was in the middle of preparing a modest dinner, two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, when the front door suddenly burst open with a loud crash. She jumped, her hands fumbling with the knife, and turned toward the door to see three familiar men filling the entryway like a storm. The leader who had haunted her dreams the past two weeks, stepped in first, exudeing an aura so powerful, so menacing, it seemed to cast a shadow over the entire room. His dark eyes scanned the room with a calculated coolness, and she could see the outline of muscles under his tailored black suit.Her father, half-dazed and slouched on the couch, turned and froze. But then he seemed to recognize the man in front of him, his mouth twisting with barely concealed hatred. Stumbling to his feet, he spat the name, “Enzo,” like it was a curse.Sera’s heart skipped a beat. She’d heard that name in passing, spoken in hushed tones among those who dared to even mention it. “Lorenzo De Luca?” she whispered, her voi

Sera's eyes rounded in surprise, her face afire with indignation."No, Enzo , you can't do that," she shot back, anger raising her voice. "I don't accept this. I just came back, and you want to have sex with me? Really?" She asked, words tripping out in a rush of indignation.The black color fell on Enzo 's face, his eyes flashing with anger. "You do not have the right to say anything," returning and yelling off the walls. "You are my pet, and the sooner this is retained in your mind, the better for you. Okay?" He asked tentatively, keeping the lead under the sound of his voice.The air was thick with tension, heavy with words that should have been spoken long before today. Her heart went on a wild rush, her head spun, as Enzo 's words struck home.She knew she had to tread really cautiously to get out of the dangerous waters of Enzo 's desires and expectations. Yet, she knew she just couldn't give in; she could not surrender without some kind of fight. But to what end was thi

The sudden urgency of the notification sent a ripple of curiosity through the workers, who began to murmur among themselves."What would be the reason for the urgent meeting?" one of the workers whispered, as they all speculated what could have prompted Enzo 's sudden summons.The calmness and the trepidation somehow merged in the faces of the workers as they filed into Enzo 's office, treading like they were on eggs, knowing full well the volatile nature of their boss. The air was heavy; there was tension everywhere, filled with unsaid fears.Sera stood at the back of the room, observing with an analytical mind the scene unfolding before her eyes. She let her eyes roam across the room, taking in even the minutest details of the workers' body language: how they avoided looking into each other's eyes, the way their shoulders sagged in defeat.Enzo 's voice cut through silence as sharp as a knife."Cynthia," he called out, leaving no room for argument.Cynthia, Marco 's assistan