All Chapters of Betrayed And Sold To The Mafia King: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ValeriaThe moment my mother slapped me, the room went silent. My cheek burned, but I did not say anything. Before I could talk, my mother suddenly began crying. Her tears came out fast and messy. She stumbled toward the couch where my father lay and dropped to her knees beside him.“Where have you been?” she cried. “Look at you. How did this happen? How bad is it? Where is Lorenzo? Where is he?”My father opened his eyes a little. He looked weak. He tried to speak, but his voice cracked.“Calm down,” he said softly. “Calm down, woman. I am fine.”“You are not fine!” she shouted at him. “I woke up and he was gone! Lorenzo was gone! I looked everywhere. Then I waited. Then I called Valeria because I knew something was wrong, but she ignored me! I called and I cried on the phone. I told her we needed help but she didn’t listen. Now look at you. Look at this house!”I clenched my jaw. “Don’t start with me.”My mother turned toward me with sharp eyes. “Start what, Valeria? Start telling t

Valeria“You need to understand something first,” Marco said as he wiped his hands on a cloth. “Your brother hardly comes here.”I stared at him. “What?”He nodded. “Lorenzo is not the one who spends time here. It’s your father.”My chest tightened. “That’s not possible. He told me he was sick.”Marco let out a dry laugh. “Sick from drinking, maybe.”I felt my face heat up. “How often does he come here?”“Too often,” Marco said. “He comes late. He drinks until he can barely stand. He talks loud. He complains. He blames everyone.”I clenched my hands. “And Lorenzo?”Marco leaned closer. “Your brother usually comes to pick him up. Almost every time.”My throat felt tight. “Pick him up?”“Yes,” Marco said. “Lorenzo drags him out. Puts him in a cab. Pays the bill. They argue while doing it.”“About what?” I asked.“Money,” Marco said. “Debts. Promises. Lies.”I shook my head slowly. “No. My father said Lorenzo caused everything.”Marco looked at me carefully. “I can only tell you what I s

ValeriaThe black car came to a halt in front of the mansion, with its headlights cutting through the deepening dusk. I didn’t wait for the driver. I opened the door myself and stepped out into the cool night air that brushed against my bare arms and raised goosebumps along my skin. My pulse hadn’t slowed since I left that cold warehouse, and since the old man’s words had carved themselves into my mind like a brand. I walked up the wide stone steps, with my heels striking each one with deliberate force, and pushed open the heavy double doors without pausing.The foyer was shadowed, lit only by the low glow of wall sconces. From the living room beyond came the low murmur of male voices on orders given in clipped tones, the rustle of papers, and the faint metallic click of a gun being checked. Dante’s voice sliced through the rest, calm, controlled, and lethal.“Perimeter stays sealed. No exceptions. And I want every name on that manifest verified by morning. If anyone so much as breath

Dante I couldn’t sit still.The moment the door slammed behind me, the hallway felt too narrow, and the air too thick. I leaned my back against the wall outside her room, with my arms crossed tight over my chest like that could hold everything in. My heart was still hammering from what we’d almost done—what I’d almost let myself do.She’d been gone for hours.No call. No message. No trace. Just vanished into the night after that question as though I was the enemy instead of the man who’d built walls around her to keep the world out. I’d paced around this house like a caged animal, checking cameras, calling men, and barking orders until my throat burned. Every minute she didn’t walk through that door felt like a knife twisting deeper.And then she had.Stepping out of that black car like nothing had happened, eyes blazing, chin high, carrying the scent of danger and secrets on her skin.I’d wanted to drag her into my arms right there in front of everyone. Shake her. Kiss her. Demand a

ValeriaLorenzo leaned heavily against me as we climbed out of the car. His arm was slung over my shoulders, his steps slow and unsteady, every breath still ragged from the pain he refused to admit. I kept my grip firm around his waist, supporting most of his weight while he tried to walk like he wasn’t half-broken. The driver held the back door open until we were both clear, then shut it quietly behind us.We approached the front steps of the old house together—my house, once. The same chipped blue paint on the railing, the same cracked flowerpot by the door that no one ever fixed. Lorenzo’s breathing grew shallower the closer we got. I could feel the tremor in his body, the way he tried not to wince with each step.The front door flew open before we even reached it.My mother rushed out with her hair loose, eyes red-rimmed, apron still tied around her waist like she’d been in the middle of something domestic and frantic.She didn’t look at me.Not once.She barreled straight for Lor