Semua Bab MY VIRGINITY SOLD TO THE LORD OF THE MAFIA : Bab 1 - Bab 10

ALAYA'S POINT OF VIEWI couldn't sleep. How could I? My body lay on a mattress fit for a palace, but my soul screamed in an invisible cage. I still smelled the leather of Santino Ricci in my nostrils. His words. His gaze. That word: mine.I was not a submissive woman waiting for her wedding night. I was prey, and I refused to be devoured without a fight.So, I got up.Barefoot, I slowly approached the bedroom door. The silver handle shone under the dim light. My heart pounded so loudly that it seemed to make more noise than my movements.I prayed internally that the door wouldn't creak. But as soon as I turned the handle..."Click..."A dry, metallic sound. Light, but in that absolute silence, it seemed to scream like a war cry.I froze. One second. Two. Three.Nothing. No footsteps approaching. No voices. No threats. Just silence. The danger lurked, but invisible.I slipped out of the room. Slowly. My toes barely touched the cold marble floor. My eyes searched the darkness for the sl

ALIYA'S POINT OF VIEWThe ivory fabric of my dress rustled softly with each of my movements in the luxurious car. My hands were clammy, resting on my knees, tense. I had never been in such a lavish car before. The seats were cream beige leather, the interior smelled of roses and leather mixed together, and the tinted windows prevented me from truly knowing where I was going. Yet, I knew very well what awaited me: an arranged marriage, with a man I did not know. A mafia lord.Sitting next to me, the old lady who had helped me put on the Marisa dress, if I remembered correctly, looked at me with a small, tender smile, as if she were accompanying a young girl towards a dream. But for me, it was a nightmare that was approaching. I tried to breathe slowly, to calm myself. Yet, every beat of my heart screamed at me to flee, to free myself from this imposed destiny.The car suddenly slowed down. I heard a soft clicking sound, that of the automatic brake being engaged.— A red light, Marisa w

Chapter 6: Read of HopeAlaya's pointA soft light filled through the slits of the old window, caressing my face still marked by fatigue. I was barely asleep, shaken by the fear of being found, and torn between the unknown of tomorrow and the violence of yesterday. I hadn't left this nightmare yet, but at least I was still breathing. I was always sitting in this creaky bed, covered with an old blanket that smelled of lavender and wet wood. The silence was only disturbed by the floor of the floor when the old woman entered. She wore a tray with dry bread and a smoking cup. His gestures were slow but full of kindness. -I have something for you, she said in a hoarse voice, softened by a sincere smile. These are my daughter's clothes ... they should go. She placed a carefully folded dress on the edge of the bed. I stretched my hands, curious, a little nervous. My fingers cleared the fabric: a midnight blue cotton dress, long sleeves, simple but elegant. She had a familiar, almost comfo

Chapter 8: facial recognitionSantino Ricci's point of view- "Mr. Ricci!" »»The breathtaking voice of the young computer scientist cut the tense silence that reigned in the surveillance room. Santino slowly raised the heads of his thoughts, seated at the end of the table, his fingers nervously tapping the armrest of the black leather chair. He hadn't slept for two days. Two days since Alaya had disappeared. Two days to search all of Italy, to threaten, corrupt, weld. Two days of frustration. But now the impossible seemed to be crumbling. - "We just locate it. Positive facial recognition. She entered a high-end jewelry store in the city center of Parme. »»Santino's gaze ignited. A flash of satisfaction crossed his dark eyes. He rushed, throwing his chair against the wall violently. - "It was time, Cazzo!" I pay you fortunes so that you bring me out of the results, not stupid assumptions! He yelled, approaching the screen. The image arrested on Alaya made something vibrate in him.

Chapter 10: The day I understood that one does not escape from the shadow of a man like himAlaya's point of viewI remained silent on the rear seat of the car, frozen like a statue, my fingers tense on the cold leather. Santino was right next to me, but he said nothing. Nothing at all. He stared at the road in front of him, his eyes impassive, the lines perfectly frozen as sculpted in marble. This silence ... This damn silence froze my blood more than if he had yelled at me. He was calm. Too calm. And I knew that this calm, at home, always announced a storm. A real one. I observed it discreetly from the corner of the eye, almost praying to say something, even an insult. But no. It was silent, hard, closed. I felt like I couldn't even breathe. It was then that I understood that he didn't want to discuss. He was going to wait until we were at home. And there ... there he was going to explode. He was going to make me pay dearly for having humiliated him in front of everyone. The fact t