All Chapters of Sold To The Ruthless Mafia Don: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

RUEMy heartbeat feels unstable, like it keeps skipping a step before catching itself again. The lights above us hum slowly, steady and unaware of what they are illuminating. I can taste metal at the back of my tongue. I gently touch my stomach. For some awkward reason, that is the moment I feel hunger. I do not look at the host yet. I cannot. Not when the two men standing beside me feel like the rest of my life splitting down the middle.“Rue,” Alessandro says, and my name sounds like a plea he is trying too hard to swallow. “You do not owe them anything. Not tonight.”I look in his eyes, and I see red lines of pain in his eyes.Matteo tilts his head slightly, watching me with a quiet intensity that feels heavier than the room itself. “She owes herself,” he murmurs.The host opens his mouth, ready to guide the moment, but I raise my hand before he can start shaping my narrative. My voice, when it leaves me, does not tremble the way I expect.“I need a second,” I say.“A second?” Matt

RUEThe car moves, and that is how I know the world has decided not to wait for me.The tires roll over the concrete ramp and into the bustling street. I look through the window, staring at the passersby with envy.Everything outside looks normal. People are driving home. People are laughing somewhere behind glass windows. People untouched by the quiet collapse happening in my chest.I know everyone has their issues, but I can't help but conclude I own the worst of them all.I immediately reclined my seat. I don't need to see anyone else.I keep my phone face down in my lap. I do not need to look at the image again. It is already burned into me.My handwriting.My name.A choice that was never mine.The silence inside the car stretches, but it is not empty. It is thick. Loaded. It presses against my ears until my thoughts start to echo.“They already used it,” I say finally.Matteo’s hands tighten slightly on the steering wheel. “Used what?”“The idea,” I reply. “That I would be slow.

I think I’m losing my mind, Ethan. I’m dreaming about… about you. About us. Like that.” I whispered, my head resting on his lap as we lay on the pack’s field. The sun was warm, but not enough to thaw the dread I’d been carrying. It was quiet here—no one came around at this hour, and when Ethan suggested a picnic, I clung to the idea like a child reaching for a lullaby. The maids had packed us fruits and bread, and I’d begged my mother to excuse me from chores for just two hours. She agreed with a casual flick of her hand. “Go,” she’d said, eyes gleaming with something distant. “I want alone time with my husband anyway.” My mother is beautiful, so beautiful, in fact, it never surprised me that the Alpha had chosen her. Adorned with jewels and silks, wealth had soaked into her skin and made her shine brighter… colder, too. But still, somehow, in a way that made me love her more, not less. We share the same black hair, though mine is longer. She has blue eyes, icy and unreadabl

Namiko I ran fast with no specific direction in mind. My feet tore and my legs grew weak but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. Because they were coming. Footsteps were sounding behind me and I knew it'd only be a matter of time before they caught up. Just as I attempted to increase my pace, a figure appeared in front of me. “You're not leaving” Ethan. “Ethan, please. Let me go” I attempted to plead with him but we were soon rounded. “Ethan please, please” I begged but he didn't even act as if he knew me. I looked at his eyes and there was no trace of warmth. At that moment, I wondered if he ever loved me. “Take her away” He grabbed me, pushing me to the guards. They caught me and I watched as Ethan left. I felt a tingling sensation on my neck, something had been injected. I watched Ethan leave as I lost my last sense of consciousness. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * A sharp pain throbbed in my skull as I blinked b

NAMIKO Calling myself crazy was an understatement for blindly following a stranger to somewhere unknown to me, and not running out of these woods the moment I got the chance Not because I couldn't, but because I saw no reason to, with the thought that my life might go extremely well if I successfully stay in the King’s pack, without anyone figuring out my lies. Due to the low chance of something bad happening. But aside from that, I needed to survive, I needed bags of coins to get around here, lay low, and figure out what my future holds. My feet came to a halt with a slight realization of my situation and the woman's words. How could I commit myself to the job of a healer without any actual payment for service? Her help and kindness would have been enough if I weren't desperate. She noticed I had stopped, and slowly turned to face me, “Why have you stopped, child? Our destination is no longer further than you may think; we are almost at the alpha king’s residence.” “R