All Chapters of MY VIRGINITY SOLD TO THE LORD OF THE MAFIA : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 91ALAYA’S POINT OF VIEWThat morning, I woke up with this excitement that I couldn't contain. The ring sparkled on my finger every time I looked at it, and I felt warmth running through my entire body. I couldn't realize: me, soon to be married. Me, soon to be wife of Elias. When Amenda and I walked through the door of the bridal boutique, a delicate scent of flowers and freshly ironed fabrics enveloped us. All around me, white, ivory and cream dresses, hung with care, seemed to be waiting for their future brides. My heart beat harder. I almost had tears in my eyes thinking: this time, it’s my turn. “So, ready?” » Amenda said to me with a tender smile, even if I still noticed a discreet shadow in her eyes. I nodded eagerly, unable to hide my smile. “More than ready!” »The saleswoman, an elegant woman with an impeccable bun, welcomed us warmly and led us to a more intimate corner, surrounded by large mirrors. I felt like I was living a waking dream. I stroked the hanging

Chapter 93ALAYA’S POINT OF VIEWWe finally left the church, hand in hand, still shaken by the kiss and the vows we had just exchanged. The air outside suddenly seemed brighter, softer, as if the whole sky was celebrating our union. The guests were waiting for us, their smiles dazzling, their eyes shining with joy and emotion. We had barely taken a few steps when they started throwing flower petals at us. The scent of roses and lilies mingled with that of my dress, and each grain of color that fell on us seemed to accentuate the magic of the moment. I looked up at Elias. He laughed, his face lit up by the sun and his happiness. I saw his eyes sparkle with this pure joy I had never seen before, a joy that had nothing to do with power or fortune, and everything to do with me. He squeezed my hand with a gentle but firm force, as if to tell me without words: I will never let you go. I couldn't help but smile too, with tears in my eyes. All around us, voices shouted congratulations, and

Chapter 95D’ALAYA’S POINT OF VIEWI had never felt pain like this. Each blow of the whip fell on my skin like a burning blade, drawing out a scream that I could not hold back. My back burned, my tears mixed with the sweat that flooded my face, and my wrists tied behind me hurt horribly from pulling, from resisting, from wanting to free myself. —Aaaah!...please...stop! My voice was strangled, torn, almost unrecognizable. But nothing worked. The sharp sound of leather split the air again before hitting my flesh, each time stealing a little breath, a little strength, a little hope. In my head, only one thought kept looping: my baby. I was afraid that with each blow, each shock, I would lose this fragile life that was growing inside me. I gritted my teeth, I prayed silently, I begged God, heaven, anyone to spare my child, even if I had to die here. I could no longer feel where the pain ended and the panic began. My whole body was on fire, and yet my heart was beating so hard, so fast

Chapter 97ELIAS’S POINT OF VIEWI thought my heart was going to stop. A hoarse cry escaped me, the cry of a man torn from his insides. I didn't dare open my eyes. If I opened them... I would see her lying on the ground. But then another sound brought me back. Not his body falling. Not his dying breath. No… gusts. Gunshots. Bullets rained down around us, whistling through the air, ricocheting off the walls. And as if by miracle, I dared to open my eyes again. —Alaya! She was still there. Standing. Alive. Panting, shaking, but standing. My breath caught. I thought I saw an angel snatched from death. Then my gaze turned. And what I saw froze me. Santino's men... collapsed one by one, pierced by bullets coming from elsewhere. Someone was covering us, someone invisible in the shadows. It wasn't Santino who shot her. No. This demon had the intention, but fate had interfered with his game. Then, in a final burst of madness, I saw him grab Alaya by the arm and pull her against him, his

Chapter 99ELIAS’S POINT OF VIEWI lay against the pillow, still weak, my arms hooked up to IVs, a dull pain shooting through my abdomen with every breath. Yet, despite this suffering, there was a warmth in my chest: Alaya, sitting right next to me, held my hand, as if she refused to let go, as if her presence alone was keeping me alive. The door opened and Malick entered with Amenda. I looked up at them with difficulty. — Big guy, how are you feeling? Malick asked in a deep but softened voice. A small smile appeared on my lips despite everything. — I have known better... Malick burst out laughing, then said:— Honestly, this is the best honeymoon ever between you and Alaya! I found myself laughing too, even though every vibration in my chest reminded me that my body was still bruised. Amenda also laughed softly, and even Alaya gave a shy smile, despite the still fresh tears that marked her face. I huffed for a moment then looked at Malick. “How… how did you know where we were