All Chapters of OWNED BY THE MAFIA BOSS : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Uncovering the Truth”ElisaThe dream had plagued me again, it was the same voice, hoarse, terrified and full of love that was echoing in my ears. “Elisa… run.”Every time I heard it, something in me twisted, it wasn’t just a dream anymore, it was Something real, and it was digging its way out of my memory, piece by piece.The De Luca name, once foreign and meaningless, had started to feel like a coat I was finally learning how to wear. I didn’t know the whole story yet, but I could feel the truth pressing against the surface of my mind, waiting for the right moment to break through.Antonio’s office was always locked, and I knew for a fact that it held answers.That morning, Matteo pushed me harder than usual in training, the secluded courtyard was quiet except for the sound of fists hitting pads and shoes scraping stone. The sun was already hot, but Matteo didn’t ease up, his blows were sharp and fast, and forced me to respond faster. I welcomed the pain, the ache in my arms,

"Snakes Among Us" ElisaDays blurred together, and I noticed that every attempt I made in finding the keys to Antonio’s office had ended in frustration. He moved with an air that made him feel untouchable, he was always one step ahead, it was as if he could sense when I was getting too close, the more I searched, the more elusive it became.Training with Matteo had become my only escape, my outlet for the tension that was growing inside me. Each session in the courtyard was harsh and demanding, and it allowed me to focus on something other than the constant war in my mind. The morning air was crisp today, as I made my way toward the training grounds. The scent of wet and freshly cut grass filled the air, the coolness settling on my skin, it was a small reminder that I was still in control of something, even if it was just my own movements. I walked quickly, my senses sharpened by years of living on alert. The Romano estate had a rhythm, a pulse, and over time, I had learned to

"Keys to the Dead"ElisaLorenzo’s words still rattled around in my head, I doubt it was just idle chatter, it felt like a warning, and it bothered me. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was missing something, that I had overlooked something important. Trying to find Antonio’s office key had turned into a frustrating exercise. No matter how closely I watched him, or how many times I searched his study, I was always one step behind. I couldn’t trust anyone in the Romano house anymore. The tension in the air was thick, like it was only a matter of time before something would snap.I came back to my room after another day of fruitless observation, my mind preoccupied with all the questions I still couldn’t answer, and that’s when I saw it. There was a small, plain wooden box sitting in the middle of my bed, looking completely out of place. I hadn’t left it there, and I knew it wasn't there when I left this morning.Someone had entered my room when I wasn't around. I froze, instinc

"A Life Stolen"ElisaThe wooden box sat on my desk like a sleeping beast, quiet but unbearable. For days, I had avoided it,locked it away, hidden it under the floor, under my thoughts, under my fears. But tonight, something cracked open inside me, I could no longer ignore the weight pressing against my chest, or the whisper that had grown louder in the back of my mind, I needed to know.My hands trembled as I lifted the top of the box.There was only silence at first, then the smell of old paper dry, musty, and faintly sweet rushed up to meet me like a ghost from another life. Everything inside the box was neatly arranged, there was a bundle of aged documents, tied with a brittle, yellow ribbon, and a scattering of old looking photographs. My breath caught, I reached for the photos first.A man and a woman, young and radiant, smiling under the sun, the woman had dark curls like mine, her eyes kind and familiar. The man was tall and proud he was the man in the photographs I recent

"The Burn"ElisaI couldn’t feel my hands, they were clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, and I wasn't even bothered. My chest burned, my throat hurt, It wasn’t just from yelling no, it was from trying to swallow down the scream that had been sitting in my stomach for a day now.Everything I thought I knew about my life, had come crashing down in an instant. I slapped him on his face, hard and he hadn’t flinched, that silence, his stillness, made everything worse.The man I had hated, craved, and feared was now the one person I wanted answers from, and all he did was stand there, watching me like a storm he couldn’t control.“You knew,” I said again, but this time it came out quieter, my voice shook, my words catching in my throat. “You knew, and you let me walk around like a fool. You watched me question myself, doubted my memories, you watched me try to understand what I was, who I was and you said nothing!” I scream the last part at him.He didn’t deny it, his f