Chapter One Hundred and Forty-One: The Road to Pier 17

The night air clung to Emilia’s skin like a second shadow. The iron gates of Lucien’s mansion closed behind her with a sound that felt final, like the last line of a vow she hadn’t meant to make. Rosa’s keys were cold in her pocket, and the bundle of bills pressed against her ribs, heavier than gold.For a moment she stood frozen, her heart pounding in her throat. She had never stepped outside these walls without Lucien by her side, without guards trailing at her back. Freedom was not sweet, it was terrifying.The street stretched wide and empty beneath the pale light of the moon. Trees shivered with a midnight breeze, and somewhere in the distance, a dog barked. Emilia pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders, lowered her head, and began to walk.Every crunch of gravel beneath her shoes sounded like an alarm bell. Every flicker of movement in the shadows made her stomach knot. She kept expecting Lucien’s voice to cut through the silence, to hear the sharp clap of his shoes on the

Last Updated : 2025-09-04

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Two: Into the Dark

The night air at Pier 17 was colder than Emilia expected, the salt heavy wind biting through her coat as if it knew she had no business being here. The waves slapped against the wooden posts, steady and merciless, their rhythm reminding her of a heartbeat, hers, rapid and unsteady.She moved carefully, her shoes quiet against the damp planks. The place smelled of rust and seawater, fish and oil. Cargo crates lined the pier like silent sentinels, shadows stretching long and jagged under the weak glow of the scattered lamps. It felt abandoned, too quiet, too still, like a stage set and waiting.Her fingers clenched tightly around the straps of her bag, where Rosa’s money was tucked inside. Now, standing here in the dark, she wondered if she had been a fool.Every step felt like a trespass. Every shadow looked alive.She kept glancing behind her, the echo of her own footsteps making her jump. The guards at the mansion had been difficult enough to slip past. Rosa’s diversion, the money sl

Last Updated : 2025-09-05

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Three: The Stranger’s Estate

The drive was a blur of shadows and jolts. Emilia had tried to count the turns, tried to mark the rhythm of the city against the car’s speed, but with her head forced down and a black hood covering her vision, she could only cling to fragments: the rough smell of leather, the hum of tires, the occasional barked orders in clipped Italian.Every second stretched into dread.Her wrists were bound lightly, not tight enough to cut circulation but firm enough to remind her of her helplessness. That unsettled her more than rough treatment would have. Whoever had taken her wanted her unharmed. Wanted her whole.Wanted her alive.The thought carved deeper into her chest with each passing minute.At last, the car slowed. Gravel crunched beneath the tires, and then the engine cut off. Hands grabbed her roughly, pulling her out. The night air hit her like a slap, cool, scented faintly with salt, as though the sea wasn’t far away.“Walk,” a man’s voice ordered.She stumbled forward, guided by stro

Last Updated : 2025-09-07

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Four: The Queen and the watcher

The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of sconces against the stone walls. Emilia’s pulse quickened as the heavy doors shut behind her, sealing her in. She had been dragged through unfamiliar corridors, past faceless men whose eyes glinted like predators in the half light, until finally, she was deposited here.To meet Dario vescari. He wore power like a second skin; even if his looks give weak. it radiated from the slope of his shoulders, from the silence that wrapped the room as though it dared not defy him.He was not old, not the shadowed monster she had imagined lurking behind the name Vulture. His face was sharp, his eyes dark, thoughtful, like someone who measured every detail and missed nothing. His mouth curved in a half smile, as though he had been expecting her impatience.“Are you the Vulture?” she demanded, her voice low but steady, the words spilling out before her courage could falter. She had come this far; there was no point in circling the question.The man’s s

Last Updated : 2025-09-07

All Chapters of Sold To The Mafia Lord: Chapter 141 - Chapter 144

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-One: The Road to Pier 17

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Two: Into the Dark

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Three: The Stranger’s Estate

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Four: The Queen and the watcher