Semua Bab Betrayed And Sold To The Mafia King: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Valeria I walked along the beach, my bare feet sinking into the warm sand. The waves crashed gently, and the sun was low, painting the sky orange. But my mind was a mess, and I couldn’t enjoy the beauty. I was struggling with a decision that felt impossible. Should I go back to Dante and help the Domingos ruin him? Or should I try to run and risk everything? The thought of Dante’s control scared me—his cold eyes, his grip, and the way he treated me like I was his. But Eduardo and his father weren’t any better. Their plan to use me felt like another trap. Freedom seemed so close, yet every time I reached for it, it slipped away.I kicked at the sand, my thoughts racing. Eduardo had promised me safety on this island, but his father’s words at dinner kept echoing. They wanted me to betray Dante, to go back and destroy him from the inside. It sounded like revenge, and part of me wanted that. Dante had bought me at that auction, taken my life, my vineyard, and everything I’d worked for. B

DanteI stood in my office, staring out the window at the dark grounds of my estate. My heart pounded with a mix of relief and suspicion. Word had just come from the guards that Valeria was back, found in a bag in the main hall, drugged and barely conscious. I’d been searching for her for days, turning the city upside down, and now she was here. Part of me felt a rush, knowing she was under my roof again, safe from whoever might have taken her. But another part, the colder part, didn’t trust it. How did she end up back here, like some gift dropped at my door? My mind churned with questions, and I knew I had to see her myself.I hurried to the hall, my boots echoing on the marble floor. The guards stood around her, looking nervous as I approached. Valeria was slumped on the floor, the bag unzipped around her. Her eyes were half-open, her face pale, and her dress was torn. She looked weak, confused, like she’d been through something rough. My chest tightened at the sight, and for a mome

ValeriaThe broom felt heavy in my hands as I swept the hallway of Dante’s mansion with my eyes fixed on the floor to avoid his gaze. Every day was the same—cleaning, serving, and acting like the obedient slave he wanted. My body was tired from the work, but my mind stayed sharp. I was here to spy for Eduardo and his father, planting their tiny recording devices to destroy Dante from the inside. The device I’d hidden in the main hall yesterday was already working, capturing his secrets. But I needed to do more, even though every step felt dangerous.Today was my shot. Dante was out for a meeting, leaving his office empty. I waited until midday, when the guards took their lunch break and the halls were quieter. My heart pounded as I left my room, the new device taped inside my navel like the last one. It was small, not bigger than a coin, but it felt like a heavy secret. I wore a loose dress to hide it, keeping my steps slow to avoid suspicion.The mansion was full of guards and camera

DanteI sat in the back of my black SUV, parked on a busy city street, with my men stationed around the vehicle. The engine hummed softly, and the tinted windows kept prying eyes out. I’d chosen this spot myself—a crowded market where no one would notice us, but I could see everything. My aura filled the car, cold and commanding, my presence enough to make my guards stand straighter. Nico sat beside me, his gun ready, while two more men stood outside, scanning the crowd. The attack on my mansion last night was still fresh, and I was angry, ready to find out who dared cross me. I’d told Victor Reyes, to meet me here, and I waited, my jaw tight, my thoughts sharp.A man in a dark hood approached, moving quickly through the market stalls. He glanced around, nervously before slipping into the backseat. Nico tensed, hand on his gun, but I waved him off. It was Reyes. He pulled off the hood, revealing a sweaty face and thinning hair. He smiled, trying to look confident, but his eyes darte

ValeriaThe ropes cut into my wrists, making them sting as I sat on the cold floor of the locked room. My body ached from the struggle when he caught me planting Eduardo’s device under his desk. My mind was a storm—fear, guilt, and rage crashing together.I’d messed up, I got caught betraying Eduardo, and now Dante held my life in his hands. I thought about my vineyard, where I used to walk through rows of grapes, free and happy. That life was gone, stolen by Dante. “I’m done being their pawn,” I thought, pacing the tiny room, my bare feet slapping the stone floor.I was angry. Angry at the fact of being trapped in this guarded mansion again. I hated Dante for controlling me, chaining me to this life, but I hated myself too for thinking I could outsmart him. I’d been stupid, and now I was paying for it.The room was small, with a single bed and a barred window letting in dim light. My hands were tied behind me, and every tug hurt more. I kept thinking about Eduardo’s plan—planting tho