Lahat ng Kabanata ng Betrayed And Sold To The Mafia King: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

ValeriaThe moment the doors shut behind us, my mother threw the bag onto the dining table. The sound of it hitting the wood echoed across the room. Notes spilled everywhere, sliding off the edge and scattering onto the floor.She pointed at them with shaking hands. “This is what you gave me!” she said loudly. “You think I wouldn’t find out? You think you can fool me?”I didn’t move. I watched her without expression. My brother stood beside her, his eyes moving between us nervously.“I told you already,” I said. “That money was real when I gave it to you.”She laughed harshly. “Don’t lie to me, Valeria! The bank said it’s all fake. You sent a man with this. Maybe you told him to switch it. Or maybe you wanted to humiliate us. Either way, I want him gone. Fire him right now.”She was shaking with anger, but behind it I could see something else. Fear. She didn’t know how far I would go or what I would say.I took a slow breath. “Fine,” I said quietly. “Let’s find out.”I turned toward N

ValeriaI was sitting at my desk when I found it. A photo of Dante, one from his childhood. I couldn’t help it. I laughed. The great Dante Moretti, the man who controlled half of the underworld, looked so innocent, so… harmless. It was a picture of him as a boy, smiling shyly, with his eyes full of something I hadn’t expected—vulnerability. It made me chuckle, and I muttered under my breath, “Who would have thought the feared mafia lord was once this cute?”I shook my head, still laughing quietly to myself as I studied the photo. The contrast between the little boy in the picture and the man I knew now was almost too much to process. The laugh died in my throat when a soft knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I quickly shoved the photo into the drawer and called out, “Come in.”Nico entered, with his face as serious as ever. He handed me a piece of paper, and I noticed the name written on it, my brow furrowing slightly. Nico looked at me, clearly ready to discuss something impor

ValeriaI sat alone in my room, going through some papers that I needed to sign before morning. My mind kept drifting back to Antonio. Something about seeing him again had opened up a part of my past that I did not want to visit. I tried to focus, but the thoughts kept coming. I was still thinking about it when I heard a knock on my door.“It’s Nico,” he said from outside.“Come in,” I replied and sat up straight.He pushed the door open and stepped inside. He did not look tense, but he looked like he had something important to say. He walked toward me and stopped in front of my desk.“How are you?” he asked. His tone was softer than usual.“I’m fine,” I said, keeping my voice even.He studied me for a second. “Are you sure?”“Yes.”He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small file. “I brought what you asked for.”I nodded, trying to hide the fact that my heart picked up speed. He opened the file and placed a few printed photos on my desk. I leaned forward and looked at them. It

ValeriaThe noise from the helicopter was so loud that it shook the air around us. The bright light from above made it hard to see clearly, but I could still make out the shapes of the federal agents spreading around the docks. Their expressions were sharp and ready. Some looked tense, some looked afraid, and some looked as if they were waiting for us to make the wrong move. My men stood close to me, with their weapons raised, all of them breathing hard. The cold air mixed with the smell from the open container, and everything felt tight and heavy around us.The voice from the helicopter speaker shouted again. “Drop your weapons! Now!”Another officer on the ground yelled, “Hands where we can see them!”I kept my breathing steady even though my thoughts were moving too fast. This was too organized, too sudden, and too perfect. There were only two things that made sense. Either this was a trap someone set for me, or someone leaked information about the shipment. Either way, this was no

DanteValeria was still sleeping when I paced the room. Her pale face rested against the pillow, her breathing steady but shallow. I had placed two of my men by the door, with their rifles ready, while Nico hovered silently at her side. Everything should have felt calm, safe—but I could feel the tension in the air.A sudden bang on the door made my head snap toward it. One of my men, Lucas, burst in, with a face pale, eyes wide. “Boss… you need to see this,” he said, fumbling with the remote.“What is it?” I demanded, my voice tight.“The TV… it’s news. Nationwide,” he said, barely able to finish.I followed him quickly, ignoring the burning ache in my gut. The moment I saw the screen, fury ignited like a wildfire.There she was. Valeria. My queen. Labeled a dangerous criminal. Dock footage played repeatedly. The reporters’ voices overlapped.“…Valeria is wanted for murder of a federal officer…”“…escaped custody last night… led a human trafficking ring…”“…any information leading to