Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sold To The Mafia Lord: Kabanata 221 - Kabanata 230

Lucien did not raise his voice.That was how they knew it was bad.The estate had transformed into a war room within minutes, screens lit, phones ringing, men moving at a pace that bordered on panic. Lucien stood at the center of it all, still as stone, eyes sharp and burning, his mind already three steps ahead of everyone else in the room.“Shut down the ports,” he said calmly.“Freeze all air routes within a hundred mile radius.”“Every house that breathed Santiago’s name in the last six months, I want their doors kicked in.”“Yes, boss.”“Yes, boss.”“Yes, boss.”Fear moved faster than loyalty ever could.Lucien turned toward the wall of monitors. Footage replayed again and again, two men, clean, professional, efficient. This wasn’t a random grab. This wasn’t reckless.This was planned.“She was taken to send a message,” he said quietly.One of his lieutenants swallowed. “To who?”Lucien’s jaw tightened.“To me.”His hand clenched at his side, knuckles whitening. Emilia had been alo

Lucien’s voice cuts through the war room like a blade.“Shut down the ports. Every one of them. I want eyes on every shipment that moved in the last forty eight hours,” he snaps, fingers braced against the table. “If someone paid for her, money moved. Find it.”His men scramble, voices overlapping, screens lighting up with maps, manifests, intercepted calls. The room hums with urgency, controlled chaos.Lucien doesn’t look up when the door opens.He already knows who it is.Kira steps inside quietly, one hand resting instinctively on her stomach. She pauses just inside the doorway, watching him for a moment, the hard line of his shoulders, the fury barely leashed beneath command.“Lucien,” she says.He lifts a hand without turning. “Not now.”“I won’t take long.”That makes him look.Their eyes meet across the room.The men feel the shift instantly. Lucien gestures sharply. “Give us the room.”No one questions it. Chairs scrape, boots move, doors close. Within seconds, it’s just the tw

The streets were unrecognizable.Buildings burned, the acrid smoke curling into the sky like black fingers. Screams tore through the night, echoing off walls that had once held ordinary lives. Lucien moved through it all, calm, controlled, and terrifyingly deliberate.Every man, every house, every whisper of rebellion against him was met with swift, brutal retribution. Blood flowed freely. He didn’t just punish, he erased. Names, faces, families, futures, gone.“Where’s the next one?” he barked over the roar of chaos.His men scrambled, terror in their eyes, but they obeyed instantly. Fear had sharpened their reflexes, but it was nothing compared to the predator moving among them. Lucien’s boots struck the pavement hard, echoing in time with his pulse.One man tried to run, thinking his survival might be an option. Lucien saw him first.A single step. A single gesture. The man stopped. Frozen. His knees buckled. Lucien’s presence was enough to make him collapse into a heap of his own

Days passed like endless shadows.Lucien moved like a phantom through his city, his men, and his networks. Orders barked. Leads chased. Every informant questioned, every street corner scoured.And yet… nothing.No trace. No clue. No whisper of who had taken Emilia or where she was hidden.Even Raul Navarro, loyal and relentless, used every resource he had. Men scattered across the city, tracking movements, interrogating contacts, digging into black markets. Navarro reported to Lucien in person, every detail precise, every lead scrutinized.Lucien listened. He acted. He planned. He destroyed.And still… she was gone.By the end of one particularly long day, Lucien found himself alone in his study. The door closed behind him with a soft click, shutting out the sounds of the world, the chaos, the endless battle.He leaned heavily against the desk. Head bowed. His hands gripped the edges as if trying to anchor himself to something solid.The dam broke.A deep, shuddering sound escaped him,

The mansion disappeared behind her as Kira moved quickly through the dark streets. Every shadow felt like it was watching her, every step measured, every breath controlled. She knew exactly where she was headed, Celia’s place.Celia, the woman who could make or break a life with a whisper, a glance, or a price tag. She was influential, greedy, and ruthless. And Kira knew her well enough to slip past her defenses and into her bedroom without alerting anyone.Celia wasn’t in the room. The shower ran in the background. Kira leaned against the doorframe, waiting. The steam swirled, masking her presence perfectly.Finally, the water stopped. Celia emerged, wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping, eyes wide as they landed on Kira.“K-Kira?” Celia stammered, half shocked, half suspicious. “I thought… you just… disappeared from the surface of the earth. Rumors said you were hiding in… in Lucien Moretti’s mansion.”Kira smirked faintly, stepping fully into the room. “Mind your business, Celia. I’