Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sold To The Ruthless Mafia Don: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

RUE“Insufficient funds” The voice of the attendant rang in my ears like a totally foreign object."No! No! That's impossible! I have it right here" I moan out loud, My eyes meet with the attendant's impatient glare. "I swear to you I had this money just a moment ago. I saw it before I left the house this morning. There is no way it has just disappeared! Can you refresh that again please?" "Next!" Despite my pleas, I knew there was nothing else she could do. “There are a lot of students waiting in line behind you. When you figure out what is wrong, I will be here” Without any more arguments, I moved away from the line, because I know there is only one reason behind all this, My father. I took out my phone with my shaky hands because even though I knew he was the only one who could have taken my tuition balance from my account, I didn’t want it to be true. I could not help but feel helpless and drained of all will to continue struggling. “Dad!” I said into the phone as he picked up

ALESSANDROShe has been in my suite for three hours. Pacing, no doubt. Probably looking for hidden cameras or escape routes. Maybe even praying, though she doesn’t strike me as the type. Rue doesn’t kneel for gods. Not even devils. Especially not devils.She’d rather point a gun at one.I lean against the marble countertop in the upstairs lounge, nursing a glass of scotch that tastes like dirt and fire. My head isn’t in this room. It’s two floors below. In the suite with her. I should be thinking about the traitors who siphoned money from my bloodline. I should be planning how I’ll string them up and make an example of their rotting corpses.Instead, I was thinking about the fire in Rue’s eyes when she put Luka’s gun to my chest.She doesn’t understand the rules here. Or maybe she does and just doesn’t care. Either way, I’ve never met a girl who made fear look so intoxicating.A knock.“Come in,” I say, already knowing it’s Luka.He steps in, posture stiff. “She won’t eat.”I don’t re

Alessandro’s POV My father’s estate sits like a scar carved deep into the hills, grand, ancient, centered around a vast amount of acres and bleeding power from every stone. It doesn’t welcome you. It devours you. I’ve seen kings of concrete and empire step past those iron gates and crumble into stuttering fools under my father’s gaze. The air grows heavier inside these walls, denser, and harder to breathe. Like it knows you don’t belong here. I grew up in that weight. Every cold marble floor, every echoing silence taught me how to starve the softness out of myself. But even now, even forged in his image, I still feel it. That pulse of dread when I cross the threshold. Because no matter how far I rise, I’ve never outrun the man who raised me like a blade. And today, I’ve brought Rue into the lion’s den. She walks beside me like she belongs. Chin high, lips pressed tight, trying to make her fear invisible. But I hear it, the betrayal in her breath, the hitch in her step. Insti

The car came to a slow stop in front of a large, secluded chapel.It was beautiful in the kind of way that felt wrong, like beauty has been used as bait. Ivy spilled down its aged stone walls, gold lanterns glowed warmly by the arched entrance, and a red carpet was rolled out like this were some kind of elegant celebration.To me, it was a trap.The car door opened, and Alessandro stepped out first, lean and dangerous in his black tuxedo. I didn’t move. My body refused to obey, I hadn’t agreed to any of this, not truly. In my mind, I was still trying to hold on to the illusion of freedom.But before I could even take another breath, Alessandro reached in and yanked me out of the car.I stumbled slightly, the heels unsteady beneath me. The weight of the dress dragged behind me, white lace trailing like a ghost I couldn’t shake. It clung to me, a reminder that I was being buried alive in silk and thread.We hadn’t even reached the chapel steps when Alessandro suddenly stopped. He turned

Rue’s POVThe silence in the mansion was getting on my nerves, the kind of silence that pressed against your ears and moved slowly under your skin. I woke with it surrounding me like a second blanket. The bed was too soft. The sheets were far too smooth, and expensive, so that they smelled like him.But he was gone, maybe he never even wanted to come into my room. He has not tried to talk to me after the stupid wedding, and it just makes me really furious.The space beside me was cold and untouched, like he hadn’t even looked back after laying me here.I sat up slowly. My head ached from a kind of emotional whiplash I wasn’t used to, married in a moment, and stripped of control the next. Everything about last night had felt like a fever dream. The fact that I am in his room as his wife is still the craziest thing to me. I still cannot believe a man like Alessandro Vanilli could have any interest in a girl like me. This was far from expecting a payment on return. A man like this does