Semua Bab Sold To The Ruthless Mafia Don: Bab 91 - Bab 100

RUEThe Vanilli building in sight makes my stomach drop. The white paintings, the minimalist environment, and the unseen, crazy smell of blood looming around. I swallow hard, trying to steady the pulse hammering in my ears. The last time I stepped into this place, I was younger, nervous, and aware that everyone around me hated the fact that I existed. Not much has changed. Only that I couldn't care any less anymore.Alessandro walks beside me, calm, measured. He doesn’t hold my hand this time. He doesn’t need to. He knows I don't want him to. I can feel him standing behind me, as tall as a shield, a constant reminder that at least one person in this house has my back. The only person that matters.“I want to know everything,” I whisper as we reach the elevator.“We are doing that, aren't we?” He queries with a yawn, “All you need is patience.” he murmurs. His eyes flick briefly to mine. “You’ll get it all.”“Patience?” I echo. “I’ve lived my whole life in a lie, and you expect patienc

RUEThe night outside feels too quiet when we step out of the building. Not peaceful. Not calm. Quiet in the way a storm becomes silent just before it swallows the coastline. It feels like the entire environment is waiting for that one rupture that will ruin everything.The air is cold enough to sting my cheeks, but Alessandro’s hand around mine is warm, firm, grounding.He walks fast. Not because he is in a hurry but because he is thinking. Calculating. Fighting with his own instincts. I can feel it in the way he squeezes my fingers as if trying to reassure both of us that this decision is not insane. That leaving in the middle of the night, with the city ready to chew us alive, is somehow the correct response.A black SUV waits at the curb. Lorenzo must have called it while we were still arguing. Alessandro opens the back door for me first. I slide in, heart thumping against my ribs like it is trying to warn me that this choice will cost something I cannot yet measure.When Alessand

RUEThe wooden porch creaks beneath our weight as we reach the steps. The lake whispers behind us, the kind of slow, rhythmic sound that feels like breathing. I look around, taking in the view once more. My heart plummets in my chest as we walk in. Matteo stands at the door like a man who has seen too much, his face carved into a mixture of irritation and curiosity. His lips are thin, and his eyes are narrowed as he stares directly at me.He looks different from the photos Alessandro once showed me. Leaner. Colder. Sharper around the eyes. Like the world has scraped away anything soft he once had.But his resemblance to Alessandro is unmistakable. Same jawline. Same quiet intensity. Same dangerous intelligence in the gaze.He pushes open the cabin door without ceremony.“Get inside. We do not stand outside like targets.”Alessandro guides me in first. His hand rests lightly on my back, steady and warm, grounding me before my thoughts spiral into every possible threat hiding beyond the

ALESSANDRO The air inside the cabin feels different after she makes her choice. The tension is neither increased nor decreased. The shift is hard to place. It feels…altered. As if the walls themselves recognize that the center of gravity has shifted, that the war my father built is no longer rotating around him, but around her. Rue stands beside the table, fingers still resting on the page she chose. Celeste’s signature. The quiet decision that will start an avalanche. Matteo watches her with a kind of restrained curiosity. I know that look. It’s the same one he wore the first time I held a gun at fifteen. The same one he wore when I told him I was ready to be a part of the family's business. A look that says: So this is who you are. Rue exhales slowly and lifts her hand from the paper. My chest tightens. Not in fear. In something far sharper. Pride. And a pinch of dread. In wars like this, courage is indistinguishable from danger. Matteo begins gathering the documents. Rue

ALESSANDROThe morning comes quietly. The cabin is still, as the warm light flows into the environment. I look through the window to the lake. The sound of footsteps pulls my attention. I turn to find that Rue is awake before me. I can see her in a black satin nightgown by the corner, sitting cross-legged on the bed, her hands wrapped around her knees. She is staring right out the window, still unmoving. She is calm, but her focus is sharp. That calm is the kind that hides calculation.I slide out of bed carefully, mindful not to disturb her. Immediately, she turns around. Her eyes flick toward me. “You're awake?” she asks,“Yes, love,” I respond, placing a peck on her forehead.“You should be resting. You've done enough.”“I am fine.” I rebut,She doesn't argue. Her attention returns back to the waters.She is too silent. Something feels wrong…“Morning,” I say, trying to get her to speak one more time.She nods without a word. “What time is it?”“It should be around six am, I'm not