All Chapters of Betrayed And Sold To The Mafia King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Valeria I screamed, my voice raw and loud, as Dante lay bleeding on the ground, the gunshot’s echo fading into the night. My heart pounded, with my hands shaking as I dropped to my knees beside him, my dress soaking in the dirt. “He’s dying,” I thought, my mind racing with fear, my rage at the unseen sniper burning inside me. Blood pooled under his leg, near his hip, where the bullet had hit, dark and spreading fast. I pressed my hands against the wound, my fingers slick, trying to stop the bleeding. “Dante, stay with me!” I shouted, my voice desperate, my tears falling onto his shirt. He groaned, his face twisted in pain, his voice weak. “Valeria…” he whispered, his eyes fluttering, his breathing shallow. I shook him, my hands trembling, my thoughts a mess. “Don’t close your eyes!” I yelled, my fear overwhelming. “Stay awake, please!” He groaned again, his body limp, drifting out of consciousness, his face pale.I looked toward the direction of the shot, my eyes scanning the dark r

ValeriaI clenched my fists and looked at him. He was sitting in his wheelchair, wearing a plain black shirt and sweatpants. His hair was slightly messy, and his face was pale. He looked smaller somehow, but his eyes were still sharp.He looked at me for a long moment before speaking. “What do you want, Valeria?”I took a deep breath. “I wanted to see how you were doing.”“You’ve seen it now,” Elena said quickly. “You can go.”I ignored her. “I wanted to hear from you if you still believe I had anything to do with what happened.”Dante stared at me. “Do you want me to answer that now, in front of everyone?”“Yes,” I said quietly.He didn’t answer right away, and the silence alone was defeaning.Finally, he said, “No. I don’t believe you did it.”Elena’s head snapped toward him. “Dante, she—”“Enough,” he said, his voice cold. “I said I don’t believe it.”She froze.He turned his chair slightly toward her. “I can’t walk, Elena, but I can still think. I know how people move in this hous

Valeria“Are you kidding me?” Nico’s voice rang out from the hallway, sharp and angry. “That woman is going to ruin everything!”I froze as I stepped out of the kitchen, holding a tray. It wasn’t often I heard Nico raise his voice. He was always calm, even in chaos. But now, his tone was full of frustration. I saw him pacing near the phone, running a hand through his hair.“What happened?” I asked carefully.He looked up, startled, clearly not expecting anyone to hear him. “Valeria,” he said, his tone softer now. “You shouldn’t be here.”“I was just walking by,” I said. “What’s going on? You sound upset.”He sighed, rubbing his forehead. “It’s nothing you should worry about.”“Nico,” I pressed. “Tell me. What’s wrong?”He hesitated, looking toward the closed door of Dante’s office. “The boss can’t attend the meeting tomorrow. It’s one of the biggest business exchanges he’s ever made. The investors are already nervous, and now this injury—”I frowned. “Can’t someone else go for him?”“

The Fall of the MistressDanteThe reports came in early that morning. Nico handed them to me in silence and left without saying a word. He didn’t need to. I could read the truth written between every line.Elena had humiliated herself in front of my partners. She had insulted them, nearly cost me the deal, and turned my name into a joke. It was Valeria who had stepped in. She had spoken for me, defended my empire, and turned the entire room around.Every word I read confirmed what I already knew deep down. Valeria had done what Elena never could. She had handled power with control. The men who attended that meeting didn’t just respect her; they admired her. They called her composed, intelligent, strong.I set the papers down slowly and leaned back in my chair. The air in my study felt thick. I lit a cigar even though the doctors had told me to stop. I didn’t care. The smoke filled the room, and the quiet made it worse.Elena’s voice from that day played in my head—the way she had arg

ValeriaThe mansion had been quiet for days, but I could feel that it was the kind of silence that didn’t last. There was tension in the air—something sharp that made everyone move slower, talk softer, and look over their shoulders. The servants avoided my eyes. The guards whispered when they thought I couldn’t hear them.I knew why. Elena.She had been moving around the house more than usual, pretending to be kind again, pretending she cared about Dante and the empire. But her eyes told the truth. Every time she looked at me, it was with hatred. She smiled when he was near, but the moment he turned away, the smile fell.I tried to ignore her. I focused on work. Dante had trusted me with more responsibilities, and I wanted to prove I deserved it. I didn’t want to get pulled into her games again.But Elena never stopped. I heard her whispering to guards, speaking softly in corners, pretending to give instructions. I couldn’t hear her words, but her tone was dangerous. Even Nico noticed