All Chapters of Sold To The Ruthless Mafia Don: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

RUEThe morning feels different from the others I have known. There's a soothing calm to it. The morning isn't one that starts with a sharp burst. It slides beneath the door and softens the room gradually, and it feels like I am softly being lulled off from the bed by a host of clouds. It is weird, considering the conditions at hand. I open my eyes to the muted gold settling on the wooden ceiling, and for a moment, I forget where I am. Then I hear Alessandro breathing beside me, slow and steady, carrying the grounded calm he never seems to lose, and the memory returns like a weight settling gently into place.Today is meant to be the day everything changes. The day I become a woman ready to defend myself.I shift carefully, trying not to wake him, but he stirs the moment the blanket rustles. His arm immediately tightens around me before his awareness fully catches up, then he loosens his hold with a low exhale that tells me he has already accepted that the day has begun. I sit up slow

RUEAlessandro lifts his head slightly from the pillow. I can see the shift in his expression the moment my question sinks in. His eyelids press on each other, and there's a frown on his face.I want to ask if he heard me, just to prompt a response, but I can see he is thinking deeply. It takes him an even longer time before he pulls up a response. Instead, he tightens his grip around my fingers, almost like he wants to steady both of us before speaking.“Rue,” he says, voice low, “your father is not as exposed as you think. He is safe where he is.”I turn to face him completely. “You do not know him like I do. He is predictable. Kind. Too trusting. If your father decides to punish me through him, my father will not even see it coming. He will readily walk into the open trap. The man is drunk half the time he is alive. The other half? He's asleep. He's not the sharpest tool in the box.”Alessandro sits up and rests his back against the headboard. His hand is still holding mine, altho

RUEThe sound of my phone beeping pulls my attention. I walk off the table and towards the side bar. I have no friends. My father wouldn't call me now, and I am as sure as hell that my father-in-law has no intentions of direct communications with me. Who could it be?I can feel both Matteo's and Alessandro's eyes on me, as I pick up the phone.As soon as I see it, a smile crawls up my face.“Who is it?” Alessandro's voice pulls me back to reality.I turn to him, “It's Claire.” I say, waving the phone.“Ignore it.” The smile fades off. “Why? She's one of us.”He cranes his neck slightly. “Do you see her here?”I look around, knowing the answer already, “No.”“That means she's not one of us now.”I wrap my arms over my chest. “It's Claire. I thought you trusted her.”He gets off the chair and closes the gap between us. “On a normal day, I trust her.” He says, touching my arm, “but on days like this, the only people I trust are those on a direct payroll and the both of you.”“What abou

RUEMatteo taps the folder again like it is a personal sin to him. “You need to go live. Morning broadcast. It has a wider reach, and it's the perfect timing. People are already bored of the rumors, so now is when they’re most willing to believe the truth if you hand it to them.”I stare at him. “Believe the truth? Matteo, these people do not know me. They have already picked the Vanilli sides. That is who they know.”“They picked the loudest side,” he replies. “So you need to be louder. At least, try to pull their attention towards you. Male heads swerve.”Alessandro drags a chair closer and sits beside me, leaning in until our shoulders touch. “You do not have to answer him now.”Matteo scoffs. “She actually has to.”“I do not,” I say, turning to glare at both of them. “I want to know the real plan. The one no one is saying out loud.”“This is the real plan,” Matteo insists. “Public clarity. Control the narrative. Stop letting your father-in-law write your story.”I shake my head. “

RUEThe air freezes around me the way rooms do when something irreversible has happened. It is entirely silent, and cold. No one moves at first. Not the host, definitely not the crew, and not even me. I can hear the faint hum of the lights, but everything else sounds distant, like I am in the room, but my presence has transcended into another universe. I can't tell how I feel, or what I even feel.Matteo strides forward, but the host raises a hand, not to stop him, but to acknowledge what he already knows. The moment is out of his control now. The interview is no longer a conversation. It is a rupture.I stand slowly from the chair. My legs wobble, but I force them to hold. I gently grab onto the arm of the chair, holding onto the least bit of stability. I keep my eyes on Alessandro because I cannot look away. Not when his signature sits inside a folder that feels like a blade. Not when the will accusation circles us like a storm that has been waiting for years to break open.“Please