BOUGHT,TAMED AND TAKEN 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 141 - 챕터 150

The candlelight in Riccardo’s study flickered against the sharp edges of his face. He sat in silence, elbows braced on the desk, eyes fixed on the empty chair across from him.The courier hadn’t returned.By now, he should have. Riccardo didn’t need confirmation to know the man was dead. Luciano was thorough, and his patience with betrayal was nonexistent.But it wasn’t the courier’s death that gnawed at Riccardo—it was Aria’s silence.He had risked much, slipping her that letter. If she hadn’t answered, perhaps he could accept it as fear. But if she had… and Luciano had intercepted it…Riccardo’s jaw tightened.“Mio fratello,” he whispered into the empty room, bitterness thick on his tongue. “You think you can keep her. You think your cage is enough.”He leaned back, closing his eyes. “But even a gilded cage has cracks.”⸻Across the desk, Isabella De Luca—Riccardo’s half-sister and reluctant ally—watched him closely. Her dark eyes narrowed, her voice low.“You’re restless,” she murm

The night had never felt so heavy. Aria lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, each tick of the clock clawing at her nerves. Luciano’s words echoed like a curse—You will be the bait.Sleep was impossible. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Riccardo’s face at the warehouse—so close, so alive—and Luciano’s hand gripping her shoulder, forcing her to choose. The two men weren’t just fighting for power; they were fighting for her.And she was suffocating between them.⸻By morning, the mansion was alive with movement. Guards doubled at every entrance, black SUVs lined the drive, and orders barked in sharp Italian ricocheted off the marble halls. Luciano had summoned his entire inner circle.From the top of the staircase, Aria watched them gather in the dining room below. Every man carried the same look—serious, alert, loyal to death. She spotted Enzo at the far end, his scarred jaw clenched as Luciano spoke.“This ends now,” Luciano’s voice thundered. “Riccardo believes he can take what’

Darkness pressed against Aria’s skin like a living thing.Her chest heaved, lungs dragging in air thick with smoke and gunpowder. The silence that followed the blackout was worse than the gunfire—it was suffocating, a predator crouched in the shadows. Somewhere in that ink-black void, two men—two forces—waited for her next move.“Aria…” Riccardo’s voice, low and urgent, came from the left. His tone carried the raw desperation of someone reaching for salvation. “Follow my voice. I’ll get you out.”Her pulse surged.Then, like a blade drawn across stone, Luciano’s voice slithered through the dark. “Don’t listen to him. You belong to me. Always have. Always will.”The weight of his words wrapped around her ribs, squeezing.She stood frozen, caught between them. Two men, two paths, both promising rescue—yet both wrapped in chains.⸻Her palms slid along the cold marble floor as she crouched low, trying to orient herself. Every sound echoed in the vast hall—the groan of wood, the hiss of f

The firelight wavered across his face, casting long, jagged shadows on the marble walls. Aria’s breath caught in her throat, the gun in her hand suddenly useless, because deep down—she knew him.Not by name, not by presence, but by the eyes. Those eyes had haunted her since childhood. Cold, sharp, cruel.Luciano’s gun snapped up instantly. Riccardo shifted in front of her like a shield, his body trembling with fury.The stranger only smirked, lifting his weapon lazily as though he had all the time in the world.“Don’t waste bullets,” he drawled, his voice dripping with venomous charm. “You won’t kill me before I kill him.”His gun pressed into Riccardo’s chest, deliberate, taunting.Luciano snarled. “Step away from him, bastardo, before I put one in your skull.”The man’s laughter echoed through the hall, low and mocking. “You think this is still your house, Moretti? You think you’re still king of these ashes? You’ve been so busy fighting each other, you didn’t notice when I gutted yo

The room was too still, as though silence itself had weight. Aria stood by the window, staring at the world beyond the glass yet not truly seeing it. The faint hum of voices downstairs—the men loyal to Luciano, waiting for his orders—seeped through the walls, reminding her that the house was never truly quiet. Never truly safe.Behind her, Luciano’s presence filled the space like a storm gathering force. His voice broke the fragile silence, deep and controlled, though there was an edge to it she could not mistake.“You shouldn’t have met with her.”Aria’s throat tightened. She didn’t need to ask who he meant. Isadora.“I had no choice,” she said, finally turning to face him. “She came to me, not the other way around. And what she told me…” Her voice wavered, but she pushed through. “It changes everything.”Luciano’s eyes narrowed, sharp as blades. He leaned back in the leather chair, his hands steepled in front of his mouth. “What did she say?”Aria hesitated. Every instinct told her