All Chapters of MY VIRGINITY SOLD TO THE LORD OF THE MAFIA : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 61ALAYA’S POINT OF VIEWThe metal door closed behind me with a crash that resonated deep inside me. A sharp, brutal sound, like a falling cleaver. I had the feeling that I was being torn from the world, that my fate was being sealed in this narrow and icy space. The cell stank of a mixture of stale sweat, dried urine, and despair. The air was so heavy that I thought I was suffocating with my first steps. I dared to look up. They were there. Four women, their gazes twisting on me like sharp blades. - Another little news... whispered one, her teeth yellowed by tobacco. — Look at that, a fragile one, sneered another, a scar crossing her cheek. Their laughter was dry, cruel, without warmth. I felt like prey thrown into a cage of wolves. My hands shook as I clutched the meager package they had left me: a blanket, a bowl, nothing more. I sat down on a wooden plank eaten away by humidity, which was supposed to serve as a bed. Icy stone oozed behind my back. Time seemed to lengt

Chapter 63D’AMENDA’S POINT OF VIEWWhen I open the door to the hospital room, the first thing I notice is this mixture of smells: disinfectant, clean sheets, and that metallic scent of dried blood that even the walls can't forget. Elias is there, lying down, his face turned towards the window. When he turns his head towards me, my heart sinks. He smiles, but this smile is fragile. Her pale lips tremble slightly and her cheeks are hollow. Bandages still surround his torso, we can see under the hospital gown the bandages that tighten his broken ribs. His breathing is slow, heavy, but regular. I step forward, forcing a smile despite the lump in my throat. —How do you feel? I asked softly, as if my voice could break him further. His eyes shine with painful fatigue, but also with a light I haven't seen in a long time. “Better and better,” he replies. The doctor cleared me to go out today. Relief washes over me, but it is immediately tinged with worry. Because if his body is on the pa

Chapter 65FROM ELIAS’ POINT OF VIEWThe cool morning air whipped against my face. After days locked between four white walls, the sky seemed larger, freer than ever. But I had no time to savor this newfound freedom: only one thought guided me, burning and obsessive. Alaya. I got into the car, each step still painful but determined. The engine roared and I headed straight for the prison, my heart sinking. I had waited too long. During my nights in hospital, his face haunted my mind, his wounded look, his absent voice. And now there was this secret between us: this child. My child. Our child. When I arrived, the procedures were endless. Every barrier, every check, every metallic slam made me feel like I was walking into a nightmare. But when the guards finally opened the visiting room to me, my breath caught. She was there. Sitting behind the table, handcuffed, her features tired but still heartbreakingly beautiful. His eyes widened when he saw me, and a fragile glow crossed his fa

Chapter 67AMENDA’S POINT OF VIEWI didn't know where to go after what had just happened. My legs barely carried me, but only one address came to mind, like an instinctive refuge: Malick. My heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to explode, my hands were still shaking as I clutched my bag. I didn't have the strength to face Luca, not tonight. Not after that. When I knocked on the door, it opened almost immediately. Malick saw me, and without questioning, he pulled me against him. His embrace was firm, reassuring, as if my whole body was finally collapsing into shelter. He placed a kiss on my forehead, soft, protective. I closed my eyes, and for a moment, I thought the burning on my cheek was disappearing. But he noticed it immediately. His gaze suddenly darkened. His fingers rested gently on my cheek, and his jaw clenched. — “Shit… Amenda, what happened to you? »I took a deep breath, trying to come up with an excuse, but nothing came. — “It’s nothing…” I whispered, my

CHAPTER 69ALAYA’S POINT OF VIEWI will never forget that morning. My hands were freezing despite the stifling heat of the courtroom. I was sitting next to Damien, my lawyer. His face remained impassive, concentrated, almost cold... but I could see the tension in the way he gently tapped his finger against his folder. I was shaking. My heart was pounding so loudly I was afraid everyone would hear it. I glanced at the other side: the prosecutor, a massive woman, with predatory eyes, was standing straight like a hawk waiting for its prey. At his side, the brother of Santino my husband, or rather my tormentor, was giving me looks full of hatred. I wanted to scream, to scream that I wasn't a monster, that I was just trying to survive... But here, in this courtroom, my voice didn't count. Only the truth that Damien would manage to demonstrate mattered. The judge, a stern woman with silver hair, entered. Everyone got up. I felt my legs give way, but Damien briefly placed his hand on mine.