All Chapters of Betrayed And Sold To The Mafia King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DanteI’d never thought she’d want to be here. She never really looked at me — just right through, as though I were the prison wall and she’d been counting the cracks. Her silence, her compliance, her newfound obedience... she had been acting it the whole time. And I had let her act. But then tonight … she took off the mask. And splashed the truth right in my face.How dare she! She was mine. I bought her. I saved her. I gave her safety, position—purpose. And she bit the hand that fed her? No. I’d be upset, no, I wouldn’t let that stand. I was not going to cower there, soaked and still shaking, and let her talk to me like I was her lesser. I lunged forward, quick and accurate. Before she could take another breath I had her by the throat. Her gasp choked in her mouth. She pounced on my wrist, and fought instinctively, but I did not move. Pulling her closer, I looked into those stubborn eyes of hers, as wet hair stuck to her face. She attempted to remain defiant — but I could see the qu

ValeriaI balled up my fists under the blanket, digging my nails into my palms that were sore already. I clenched my teeth so hard. But I said nothing. Not a word. I dropped my head, looked at the end of the bed, pushed my head into the mattress pad and tried hard not to even look at him. Not that I was about to give it to him. Dante stood at the end of the bed, like he owned the floor there. As if my suffering was his show.“Now you’re quiet,” he said lazily, his voice laced with a sneer. “Just like I said you’d be. I like the idea that a little darkness, a little silence and you’re suddenly very obedient.” I didn’t respond. I couldn’t.He chuckled lowly. “I was right about you.”“You bark loud when the room’s empty, Valeria. But as soon as someone else is holding your leash, you start whimpering.” His voice was sharp now. “That’s what you are. A defanged little thing.” I swallowed the fire in my throat. He didn’t stop.“You’re lucky I didn’t leave you in that room another night. But

Valeria I laughed with him. The laughter was so real that the corner of my lips had already pulled before I could stop it. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d done that. Miguel Alvarez made me forget where I was, and exactly why I was here. He had just said something silly about Dante being emotionally unavailable, when it happened.“Valeria.”I froze mid-chuckle, while Miguel's smile faltered. I didn’t have to turn my head to know who it was. But I turned anyway.Dante stood with his hands shoved into his pockets. I had let out a breathe, allowing the grin on my face to fall off. Just when I was starting to feel something close to normal again.Miguel's eyes darted from Dante and back to mine again. “Ah, Dante,” Miguel said, as he took a step towards him. “Didn’t know your assistant had a personality. You typically go for the ones that act like robots.”I bit my cheek from the inside to suppress a laughter that had just formed. Dante didn’t even blink. And he didn't looked away, not

ValeriaAs soon as I stepped out, I was met with an uproar of gasps and camera lights. I froze in shock. For a moment I thought that maybe something was wrong with me. Was my dress torn? Did I look ridiculous? Why were they all staring? I felt my heart fall into my stomach as I let my eyes travel upward at a creeping pace — And my eyes met with Dante’s smirking, aloof gaze. I felt heat crawl up my neck. Of course. That look on his face had given everything away. He did this on purpose. He dragged me here like bait the way I was just to serve as a source of entertainment.I clenched my fists. “Valeria, breathe,” I whispered to myself, taking in deep breaths. At that precise moment I heard the muffled voice of one of the security men on the other side of the door. “You’re stunning tonight, ma’am. You don’t have to worry about anything.”I blinked, surprised. “Thanks,” I said, and stepped closer, running my hand along Dante’s extended palm, as I swallowed hard.The huge hall screamed lu

ValeriaI stared silently into her eyes and said nothing. That made her angrier as she took a step forward. “Do you think you feel powerful again in this dress? Do you think because you are here, smiling, you matter? Please. Well at least I worked for it. You’re just playing dress-up.” Her voice became edged with venom.“Do you want a job, Valeria? I hear Dante’s got a mansion. There must be a nanny position open. You could mop up slobber and wash toys instead of pretending as though you still somehow fit in with this world,” she scoffed. I still didn’t speak. I listened, my gaze still fixed on hers as my fingers tightened around the grip of my glass.“And hey,” she continued brightly, as if she were proud of herself, “a nanny’s job is still more respectable than being his sugar baby, right?”That was it.My fingers shook for a moment, before falling still as my expression cooled. It wasn’t embarrassment, or being unnerved — it was just the pain of being tired of holding it in. She sm