บททั้งหมดของ Sold To The Ruthless Mafia Don: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

RueThe drive continues in silence, but my mind won’t stop replaying that night. The man was lying in a pool of his own blood and my husband was standing over him.My stomach clenches. I wrap my arms around myself and squeeze, trying to hold back the nausea twisting inside me.“Are you alright?” Claire asks, her British accent sharper than usual.I nod slowly, not trusting my voice. “I think so. I just…” I hesitate, then force the words out. “Do you know if Alessandro really killed that man?”Claire doesn’t blink. “Of course, he did. Apart from the fact that he stole from the family, that man was a murderer and a repeat rapist. He assaulted one of our staff and nearly killed her, in our own home. He deserved to die.”Her words hit me but strangely, the nausea in my gut starts to ease.“How… how many people did he hurt?” I whisper.“Twelve women and three little girls, all under ten.” Claire exhales slowly. “Honestly, he was a waste of skin, He didn’t deserve to breathe, let alone see

Rue“How do you like your steak?” he asks, flipping through the menu casually.Did he even hear my answer? Or he is just pretending not to hear.When I don’t respond, he glances up. “You like steak, don’t you?”“I do. Medium rare,” I reply.“Good. I like medium rare too,” he says, offering a faint nod of approval.I wait, expecting him to say something, anything about what I asked for earlier. But instead, the silence just stretches between us.The waitress walks over and takes our order. Still, nothing.The table feels too quiet.“Have you gotten an engagement dress?” he asks suddenly.“They’re choosing it for me.” I shrug. “I don’t really care.”“You should be in charge of your own clothes. That way, you can wear something you’re actually comfortable in.”“Whatever they choose, I’ll make it work,” I say flatly.When he stays quiet, I finally push.“What was the point of asking me what I wanted if you had no intention of giving it?” I ask, folding my arms tightly across my chest.“Ju

RUE “Are you nervous?” Claire asks. I look at her and smile gently. How do I explain that I’m not nervous for the reasons she thinks I am? I’m not nervous that the world will know my name today. I’m not nervous about being introduced to a room full of millionaires, probably even more than that. What truly scares me is being bonded to Alessandro for eternity. What we did earlier was an impromptu thing, this now, is on a total level, this feels so real. I take a deep breath. “Yes,” I finally answer. She smiles gently. “I think I understand how you feel. When I was getting married, I panicked too. . . though for different reasons. Especially becoming part of the Vanilli family.” My brows lift in surprise. So I’m not the only one feeling this way? “Me too,” I admit. “I know.” She rubs my shoulder softly. “But there’s something you should know, the Vanillis take care of their own. They protect their family with everything they’ve got. They will shield you from outside threats… Y

ALESSANDRO“We ate outside yesterday, at a restaurant. Do you remember?” she asks.“Yes,” I reply, brows drawing together in confusion.Where is she going with this?“And after that, we grabbed coffee and scones. Remember?”“Yes. What about it?”“When we got back, we tasted all the appetizers, or at least I did. And then I had wine. A little while later, I ate some more. Then Celeste gave me another glass of wine… I think it was alcoholic.”Her voice wavers slightly. She is trying to piece it together, to make sense of it.“How long after the wine did you fall sick?”“I don’t know. Maybe ten minutes?”Ten minutes…That bitch.I push back from the chair, standing. My voice is clipped. “Give me a minute.”“Where are you going?” she asks, her eyes following me.I catch the weakness in her gaze, how pale she looks, and how vulnerable. It stabs somewhere I didn’t know was soft.“I will send a guard in to take care of you. From now on, your food will be guarded and checked before it touches

Rue’s POVLuka is the closest thing to normal in this place.I watch him as he strolls ahead, softly humming the lyrics to some obscure song. He always does that, choosing the most random melodies, like he’s trying to blend in with the background. But he never really does.I tap my stomach gently, and just like that, he turns.As always, he falls for the trick. Luka likes to pretend he’s detached, lost in his own world, when in reality, he notices everything. Every movement. Every breath. Every shift in energy.That’s what makes him different.Everyone else in this house is threatening in one way or another. You can tell they’re dangerous by the way they carry themselves, the way they look at you like you’re either prey or a problem. But not Luka. Luka is calm. Quiet. Calculated. And he hides it well. He gives off this effortless, harmless vibe.Like he’s easy to cross.But I know better.I sigh without meaning to.He removes one of his earpieces, his expression softening. “Are you al