All Chapters of Betrayed And Sold To The Mafia King: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ValeriaMy hands shook as I slipped out of Dante’s mansion through a back gate his men had left “unlocked” for the trap. The night air was cool, but my heart pounded with rage and fear. I clutched the hidden phone Dante had given me, its recording app ready to capture Eduardo’s confession. I was furious at being forced to seduce him, to play this dangerous game, but I planned to get his secrets and maybe turn this against Dante later. “I’m not their toy,” I thought, my steps quick on the gravel path. I hated them both—Dante for locking me up, Eduardo for using me. But I had to do this to survive.Earlier that day, I’d contacted Eduardo using the hidden phone. “I found something in Dante’s office,” I’d whispered, my voice shaky but convincing enough. “Papers about him working with your father’s opposition. Meet me tonight—I’ll show you.” He’d been eager, his voice low. “The old bar on 5th Street, midnight,” he’d said. “Be careful, Valeria.” We’d planned it fast, and I’d felt a rush of

DanteMy phone buzzed with an encrypted call, the screen flashing a blank number. I answered, pacing around my office, the dark wood floor creaking under my boots. “Speak,” I said, my voice low and sharp.My lawyer’s voice came through, quick and quiet. “It’s done. Papers are signed, ownership transferred through the shell companies. No traces.” I nodded, my mind racing. Valeria’s betrayal with Eduardo’s recording still burned, his moans in my ears fueling my rage.I wanted to crush him, but she was my focus now. I’d bought her vineyard, Valeria Vines, the day I got her at that auction, holding it as a card to play. Now was the perfect time to use it—give it back to mess with her head, tie her to me tighter. I’d turn her precious vineyard into a front, just like my other operations in Mexico, Italy, and Colombia—cocaine stuffed in wine crates, guns hidden in barrels, and women smuggled as “farm workers” for my underground clubs. It was a perfect setup: clean to the world, dirty for me

Valeria“Forty-two crates,” I said, my voice was low as I counted the heavy wooden boxes in the storage shed at Valeria Vines. My hands were dusty from touching the rough wood, my mind spinning with rage and confusion.Each crate was marked as wine, but I knew they hid cocaine and guns—Dante’s dirty work ruining my family’s vineyard. I remembered the women I’d seen yesterday, locked in a barn, their scared faces and quiet cries stuck in my head.They were called “workers” for his clubs, but they were prisoners, some so young it hurt to think about. “This is my home,” I thought, my anger burning at Dante for turning it into his criminal front.I hated him for stealing my freedom, for making my vineyard a lie. Jealousy crept in when I pictured Elena, his new favorite, her confident smile, her hand on his arm. I pushed it down fast. “I don’t care about him,” I told myself, focusing on the count, my pencil scratching numbers on a clipboard. But the jealousy nagged, tightening my chest,

DanteI opened the shed door and my body still felt hot from being close to Elena. I had wanted more time with her, but now I had to deal with this problem outside. My mind shifted quickly to what was waiting. The first thing I saw was the old man right in the middle of a group of workers.He held a big can of fuel in one hand and poured the liquid over his head with the other. The fuel ran down his thin shirt and old pants, soaking into the dirt at his feet. He looked very weak and sick, his face pale and covered in sweat.In his shaking hand, he held a single match. I thought to myself, uh, this is exactly what poor people do in situations like this. They try to get pity from others by acting desperate. They pour fuel and pretend they will light it to escape hard work or gain some advantage. But deep down, I knew they never have the real guts to carry through with it. It is always just a performance to make people feel sorry and give in. I felt a bit annoyed but not surprised at all

DanteI swirled the bourbon in my glass, the amber liquid catching the dim light of my office. My mind was filled with the thoughts of Valeria’s defiance earlier, shoving Elena to save that old man, Eduardo. Her boldness intrigued me, but it also annoyed me—she dared to challenge me in my own domain.Elena’s growing possessiveness was worse, grating on my nerves. Her fire used to be wild, intense, matching mine, but now it felt desperate, clingy, and I hated that. I took a sip, the bourbon burning my throat, and smirked, thinking about Valeria’s rage, her eyes flashing as she yelled at me. “She’s got guts,” I thought, leaning back in my chair, my anger simmering but mixed with a twisted respect. I wasn’t worried—I’d break her defiance eventually, make her see she belonged to me.The door slammed open, and Elena stormed in, her face red, her eyes wet with tears. “What’s my role, Dante?” she shouted, her voice loud and shaking. “What’s Valeria to you? Am I just a toy now, someone you to