บททั้งหมดของ MY VIRGINITY SOLD TO THE LORD OF THE MAFIA : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Chapter 82AMENDA’S POINT OF VIEWI closed the door behind me with a force that betrayed my inner state. This whole day, each moment that I had just experienced, still weighed on my shoulders like a burden that I could no longer bear. My body was tense, my nerves were on edge, and my heart was beating with anger mixed with sadness. Malick was there in the living room, his worried gaze fixed on me as soon as I entered. He didn't have time to ask me a single question as I walked towards him, my fists clenched, my eyes moist. “Listen…” I breathed, my voice trembling but firm. I don't want to talk. Not tonight. Not after all this. He frowned, ready to insist, but I raised my hand to stop him. — I just want to forget this day. All this weight... all this pain... I want it to be gone. And the only way… is you. I placed my palm against his chest, feeling his breathing quicken with my words. My lips trembled, but my desire was real, burning. — Malick… make love to me. Like you've never

Chapter 84ALAYA’S POINT OF VIEWSantino's house stood before me like a fortress from the past. Every stone, every window, every detail of the massive columns seemed loaded with memories, secrets and shadows that I had never been able to penetrate. The gate opened slowly, creaking, as if even the metal was mourning. I moved forward, with a heavy step, a heavy heart, and my eyes swept across the gardens cut with a line, just as he liked them, rigorous and cold. Inside, the atmosphere was even heavier. The drawn curtains let in a streak of gray light, which clashed with the massive, dark furniture and the lingering smell of Santino's cigar, as if the air refused to shed its presence. The lawyer was already there, sitting upright on one of the leather armchairs, his briefcase placed next to him. He looked up when he saw me enter and greeted me with a nod, sober, almost mechanical. Then my eyes met Luca's. He was standing, leaning against the fireplace, his arms crossed on his chest, h

Chapter 86ALAYA’S POINT OF VIEWWhen the door closed behind the last of his men, I stood still for a moment. The silence of the room, after the tumult of voices and the sharp crack of my slap given to this insolent lieutenant, seemed deafening to me. My heart was still beating fast, as if I had stayed in the ring. However, I knew that I had done the right thing: a clean, brutal gesture, without trembling. Authority has no room for hesitation. I felt his gaze before I even met his eyes. Elias. He hadn't moved since I saw him, sitting back, observing the scene. But his silence had spoken more than a thousand words. I turned to him. He stood up slowly, and I felt like every step he took towards me resonated in my chest. His gaze was neither cold nor harsh, as I might have feared. No. It was hot. “You silenced them,” he whispered, his voice deep, almost hoarse. His words gave me the effect of a shiver, but not of fear. Something more visceral. I lifted my chin, feigning confidence,

Chapter 88Amenda's POINT OF VIEWI understood that this step would be the heaviest to take. But I was decided. When I entered Master Diallo's office, the smell of polished wood and new paper greeted me. The walls lined with shelves were crumbling under binders with spines labeled with foreign names, lives on hold, disputes to be resolved. My throat was tight, but my heels clicked confidently on the floor, as if to remind me that I must not flinch. The assistant had made me wait a few minutes, and I saw myself again, sitting in this leather armchair that was a little too rigid, my fingers tight on my bag as if I were holding back my courage. I could hear the buzz of the printer, the whispers of a distant phone call, and my heart was pounding in my temples. Finally, the door opened. — Madam... Amenda? Come in, please. Maître Diallo, dark suit, thin glasses, invited me with a gesture. I stood up with an almost mechanical movement, and my legs seemed to drag me across this threshold

Chapter 90ALAYA’S POINT OF VIEW“Yes, Elias!” Yes, I want to marry you! »The words had just passed my lips, and his eyes were already burning. An indescribable glow passed through his eyes, a mixture of relief, joy and raw love. Before I could even catch my breath, his arms wrapped around me with almost desperate strength. I was pulled against his chest, my face nestled against his neck. His heart was beating wildly, drumming as if it wanted to respond to mine. I had the impression that he wanted to protect me from everything, to keep me in this moment forever. “My love…” he breathed against my hair, his voice hoarse, broken with emotion. “You just made me the happiest man on this earth. »I felt my tears redouble. His hands slid down my back, pulling me even closer to him, as if he feared I would escape him. I placed my palms against his cheeks to force him to raise his head towards me, and our eyes met, drowned in tears and passion. Gently, he took my left hand in his. His fing