Semua Bab OWNED BY THE VICIOUS MAFIA LORD: Sold to the highest bidder : Bab 1 - Bab 10

There are times in your life when everything feels too perfect to go wrong. Mine wasn’t like that. At the height of perfection, it all shattered.One moment, I was in my home, surrounded by warmth, laughter, and the smell of fresh paint on my canvas. The next, I was drowning in the stench of death, mold, and something far more sinister.The world I knew was gone. Now, I existed in a nightmare.A sudden explosion of ice-cold water crashed against my body, wrenching me back to reality. I gasped, choking on the bitter, metallic taste that seeped into my mouth. Blood. Sweat. Dirt. It slid down my skin like a second layer of filth, making me shudder violently."Up, whore."The voice was sharp, dripping with cruel amusement. A heavy boot pressed against my ribs, nudging me like I was nothing more than a discarded rag. My body jerked, but my hands—bound in thick, rusted chains—held me in place.A sharp sting ran through my wrists where the metal bit into my skin. The scent of rotting flesh,

“Move Slut…”I was being pushed forward, fully facing the men waiting to have me as one of their possessions.Their gazes crawled over me like filthy hands, stripping me bare even though I was already exposed. Many were already staring down at me like I should have been kneeling at their feet, sucking their disgusting balls.A deep, gravelly voice from the front row cut through the room.“So Dimitri had this perfect toy but decided to let us waste money on lesser things before finally bringing her out, huh?”The speaker was an older man, likely in his fifties, his sagging skin barely visible beneath the thick haze of cigarette smoke curling from his lips. Two blondes, no older than I was—were kneeling between his legs, their fingers wrapped around his cock as they played with him like a pet. He barely spared them a glance.Toy. That’s all these bastards saw me as? A fucking toy?My blood turned to ice, and my pulse hammered against my ribs. I can’t be sold. I won’t let this happen.

What?I stopped in my tracks, shock tightening around me like a vice. What does he mean by that? Why is he telling me not to thank him?This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I had begged him, practically pleaded for him to buy me, thinking I could negotiate a refund afterward. And now, standing here, I found myself speechless, my lips slightly parted, unable to form the words swirling in my mind.The way he looked at me. So unreadable, so detached, sent an uneasy chill down my spine. I wanted to understand him, to grasp whatever he was thinking, but it felt like I was staring into a void."Because in two hours, you'll regret ever begging me to buy you."Two hours?A shudder ran through me. What could possibly happen in two hours?I wasn’t sure how long I stared at him, my thoughts a tangled mess, but nothing made sense. My mind refused to catch up."Get her to the car, Lissa."His sharp voice cut through my daze like a blade. I inhaled sharply, suddenly aware of the way my body tremb

Her warning stuck. I managed to pull myself together after that, but the questions still gnawed at me—especially now that a week had passed.“Are… Are you aware of my family’s condition?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I turned toward Lissa. My throat tightened. I already knew they were gone. I just couldn’t bring myself to believe that their bodies had been burnt beyond recognition. That detail alone would kill me.Throughout the ride, after the moment Lissa told me I was no longer in New York, I had sat in silence—more silent than I’ve ever been in my entire life. The disbelief clawed at my chest, so suffocating I couldn’t even close my eyes to escape it.Questions upon questions consumed me. I needed answers, desperately. I had to ask Lissa. Were my family laid to rest? Was anyone searching for me? Was there an investigation underway to uncover who had taken my family from me, leaving me completely alone in this world?The house had been on fire when I passed out. With

I felt nothing. Just a hollow stillness, like I was drifting inside my own skin. They’d forced food down my throat. The fork trembled in my fingers. The food touched my tongue like paper. I couldn’t taste it. I couldn’t taste anything.And right now, a doctor poked and prodded, trying to figure out what kind of substances Dimitri had injected into me.All I wanted was sleep. A deep, long sleep that would end with Mama’s pancakes sizzling in the kitchen, and Caleste pouring coffee, her laughter echoing in the hallway.“Can you imagine, Mum?” I’d say, cheeks puffed with syrupy pancakes, “I had this awful dream where you, Dad, and Caleste were all gone. Then I got kidnapped and sold to some Mafia psycho who killed three women because I didn’t want to eat breakfast.”I almost laughed. Almost. But the sound caught in my throat and tears spilled down instead, hot and constant. I clutched the edge of the bed until my knuckles hurt badly.I kept replaying it. Those women had pleaded. They be