All Chapters of Sold To The Mafia King : Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

Serena spent the night staring at the ultrasound photo.Their baby. Hers and Dante's.She'd known, somewhere deep down, that something was wrong with the timeline. Marcus had been distant, cold, barely touching her for months before she got pregnant. But she'd convinced herself it was just stress from his political campaigns."Can't sleep?" Dante's voice was soft in the darkness."Too much to process." She turned to face him in the massive bed. "Tell me about that night. The gala.""What do you want to know?""Everything." She pulled the covers up to her chin. "Why were you there? How did you even get close to me?""I'd been watching you for months, learning your schedule, your habits. I knew Marcus would be at that gala, and I knew he'd bring you as his political trophy wife.""So you planned to seduce me?""I planned to see you. To be near you for the first time in seven years." His voice grew rough. "I wasn't planning what happened between us.""But you were wearing a mask.""Every

"You arrogant bastard!"Serena's hand connected with his cheek in a slap that echoed through the office. Dante's head snapped to the side, but when he looked back at her, his eyes were blazing with something that wasn't entirely anger."Feel better?" he asked calmly."No!" She shoved against his chest, but he barely moved. "You manipulated everything! The gala, the pregnancy, this whole situation!""I orchestrated an opportunity. Everything else was choice.""My choice?" She laughed bitterly. "What choice did I have when you manipulated me into bed?""You could have said no.""To a stranger I was attracted to? At the lowest point of my marriage?" She shoved him again, harder this time. "You knew exactly what state of mind I was in!""I knew you were unhappy. I knew you were lonely. I knew you deserved better than what he was giving you.""So you decided to give me better by lying to me?""I decided to give you one night of feeling alive!" His control was starting to crack. "One night

The emergency meeting was called for midnight.All five family heads gathered in the war room, their faces grim as they surveyed the blood-stained evidence of the evening's battle. Serena sat beside Dante at the head of the table, her mother-in-law's ring catching the light, dried blood still under her fingernails.She'd cleaned her face and changed clothes, but she'd deliberately left the blood on her hands.Let them see what she was capable of."Thirty-seven dead Kozlov soldiers," Vincent reported. "Complete tactical victory.""And our losses?" asked the Russian, Dmitri."Three men wounded. None dead."The silence that followed was heavy with implication. A victory this complete wasn't just luck—it was planning, skill, and ruthless execution."How?" asked Maria Santos, the only other woman at the table. "Thirty-seven professional soldiers don't just walk into a slaughter.""They underestimated us," Dante said simply. "They thought they were attacking a crime lord and his pregnant wi