All Chapters of Betrayed And Sold To The Mafia King: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Dante's POVPain was the first thing I felt. Not fear. It came slowly at first, pulling me back into consciousness before I was ready to face reality. My body felt heavy, every movement carrying a sharp reminder that I was injured. My side burned. My legs felt stiff and weak. Even breathing required effort.For a few seconds, I kept my eyes closed — not because I was resting, but because I was trying to understand where I was. The last thing I remembered was the forest. The blood. The footsteps. Aurelio's voice. Then nothing.I tried to move, and the moment I shifted, pain spread through my body. My jaw tightened. That was when I noticed something else. I was not lying on the ground. I was sitting upright, my arms restrained. Chains. Cold metal wrapped around my wrists, holding me against what felt like a concrete wall behind me.My breathing changed. I forced my eyes open. The room was dark, though not completely — there was enough light to see, enough to understand. A dungeon. A ho

Valeria's POVThe silence inside Dante's office felt different. It was not the usual silence that came with the room. Normally, this place carried his presence even when he was not inside — the heavy wooden desk, the carefully arranged documents, the expensive furniture, the faint scent that remained after he left. Everything in this room reminded me of him. His control. His discipline. His need to always be ten steps ahead of everyone.But now, sitting behind his desk, I did not feel like I was invading his space. I felt like I was waiting for war.My fingers remained wrapped around the phone in my hand as I stared at the screen. I had looked at the picture too many times, yet every time I looked again, the same anger returned. My father. The man who had caused so much damage in my life. The man whose choices had brought me into Dante's world. The man I had spent years trying to understand and trying to forgive.He was dead. Aurelio had made sure I saw every detail, wanting me to und

Valeria's POVBy the time the convoy returned to the estate, darkness had already covered the city. The long drive back had been quiet — not peaceful, quiet. There was a difference. Nobody inside the vehicles spoke unless it was necessary. The men who had followed us throughout the day understood that something had changed. They had entered those warehouses expecting negotiations. They had left understanding something else. The Moretti name was still standing. Even without Dante. Especially without Dante.I remained seated in the back of the vehicle, staring through the tinted window as the gates opened. My mind was already calculating. Seven. Seven gangs. Seven different leaders. Seven different reactions. Some had cooperated immediately. Some had needed convincing. Some had tested my patience until they realized I was not there to ask for permission. One of them had refused completely. He had laughed. He had underestimated me. He had believed Dante's absence meant the organization w

Dante's POVThe chains had started to become the only thing I could feel. Not because they were the most painful thing in the room. They were not. The wounds on my body hurt. My ribs still burned every time I breathed too deeply. My legs felt weak from the injuries, and the blood loss had drained whatever strength I had left. But none of that compared to what was happening inside my head.Mrs. Vera was dead. The woman who had raised me. The woman who had been there when nobody else was. The woman who had protected me when I was just a child who did not understand why his mother was always sick and why strangers kept appearing at our home. She was gone. And the person responsible had stood right in front of me while doing it.My own father. The thought still felt impossible. Aurelio. That name had existed only as an enemy before — a threat, a man who wanted to destroy my empire, a man who had taken my family. But now he had placed himself in a different position. He had claimed somethi

Aurelio's POVThe morning had started exactly the way I preferred. Quiet. Comfortable. Controlled. The kind of morning that reminded me why I had spent decades building everything I had.The room was large enough that most people would have considered it excessive, but I had never cared about what others thought. Comfort was not something to apologize for. Power came with privileges, and I had earned every single one of them.The curtains remained partially closed, allowing only a small amount of sunlight into the bedroom. The city outside continued moving. People continued working. People continued living their ordinary lives without understanding how much control existed above them. That ignorance was useful.I lay back against the headboard, completely relaxed, with three women around me. One rested against my shoulder. Another sat beside me, tracing lazy patterns against my arm. The third remained near my legs, quietly waiting for whatever attention I decided to give. They knew wh