Semua Bab Sold To The Mafia Lord: Bab 101 - Bab 110

The door clicked shut behind him with finality. Locked. Not to trap her, God, never to trap her, but to seal them into a moment that could no longer be avoided.Emilia stood near the center of the room like a live wire, arms crossed, eyes burning with fury and fear. The chandelier light cast over her skin like porcelain, cracked and radiant.“You’re going to tell me everything,” she said, her voice steady, even as the pulse visibly fluttered at her throat. “No more half truths. No more locked doors. You promised me no more secrets.”Lucien dragged a hand over his jaw, stubble scratching against his palm. He hadn’t slept more than an hour in days. Not really. Not since Raul looked him in the eye and said, “He knew I pledged myself to you. He knew everything that goes on in your house.”Emilia waited. She always waited… until she didn’t.“I’m not protecting you to control you,” he said quietly. “I’m trying to keep you alive.”Her expression didn’t change. “Then stop treating me like glas

The estate was no longer quiet.It growled now, low and mean. Boots thundered across marble. New men filled the halls like wolves scenting blood. Every corner of the house bristled with eyes, weapons, suspicion.Lucien stood by the library window, jaw clenched as he watched another black SUV pull through the gates. Armored. Tinted windows. Reinforcements. Power players. People who didn’t need to knock.The council hadn’t sent word, they didn’t need to. They never did when the stakes were this high.Behind him, the room buzzed with voices and strategy, Julio murmuring orders to their lieutenants while two techs unpacked surveillance gear like it was holy scripture.“Three more arrived this morning,” Julio said without looking up. “Two from Marseille, one from Naples. All requested by the Upper Circle.”Lucien nodded stiffly.“House is on lockdown,” Julio continued. “No one leaves. No one enters. Not without biometric clearance and escort.”Lucien turned away from the window, face hard.

The conservatory was cold now.Not just from the storm outside, though that didn’t help, the glass roof trembled under the weight of the wind, and each crack of thunder rattled through her ribs. But the real cold was inside her. Settling deep in the pit of her chest. A frost that no fire could melt.Lucien had walked out and never looked back.Emilia didn’t blame him. She’d screamed at him. Called him a bastard. Told him she loved him in the same breath she accused him of becoming a monster.God, she had meant it.Every syllable. Every second. Every ache behind the words.But love wasn’t a shield here. It didn’t protect you. It didn’t soften the world, it sharpened it. And now, alone in the echo of her confession, Emilia felt something splinter.She pressed her palm against her chest, right over her heart, like she could contain it. Like she could force her body to stop remembering the way he looked at her. The way his voice had broken when he said she hadn’t lost him. The way his arms

He should’ve known the peace wouldn’t last.Julio was still half awake when Kira rolled out of bed, wrapped herself in the sheet, and padded toward the window. The city lights cut through her silhouette, casting her in muted gold. Her back was to him, her voice low and hesitant in a way he’d never heard before.“You should leave.”He sat up slowly, rubbing a hand down his face. “Leave what?”“Lucien. The estate. All of it. Lay low for a while.”His brows furrowed. “What the hell are you talking about?”“They’re going to come for him, Julio,” she said quietly. “And when they do, they won’t stop with him. They’ll come for everyone close to him. That means you.”He swung his legs out of bed, all traces of calm stripped away. “You think I don’t know that? I’ve been on the frontlines since day one.”“I know,” she said softly, not turning around. “That’s what scares me.”“Lucien’s my brother,” Julio snapped. “I ride with him. I bleed with him. I die for him if it comes to that. You think I’m

She had never known silence could be so loud.Emilia lay on her side, eyes open, staring into the darkness of the room she once felt safe in. The sheets were cold against her skin, untouched by his warmth, even though he lay just inches behind her. They hadn’t spoken in hours. Not since he walked in, not since she pretended to be asleep, not even when the lamp clicked off and the room fell into a suffocating hush.She wasn’t angry.She was exhausted.Exhausted from pretending. From tiptoeing around words she didn’t have the strength to say. From trying to understand a man who didn’t want to be understood, who only wanted loyalty, silence, and obedience.Lucien had always demanded presence. Control. But never this kind of… distance.He had turned cold. And in response, so had she.She could feel him behind her now. Awake. His breathing wasn’t steady, not the slow rhythm of sleep. He shifted once. Then again. Sheets rustling. A sigh, quiet, almost pained.Then stillness.She didn’t move.