Semua Bab Betrayed And Sold To The Mafia King: Bab 81 - Bab 90

ValeriaI laid in bed that night, staring at the ceiling while my eyes refused to close no matter how hard I tried. I turned onto my side, then onto my back, and the sheets twisted around my legs until I kicked them off in frustration. Sleep just wouldn't come. Every time I shut my eyes, Dante's face appeared in my mind, along with his words from earlier about trusting me and his voice softening as he said it. It didn't feel real at all. For months, I had worked in his house, handling numbers and deals while keeping my head down just to stay safe. Now he was leaving for surgery, and he wanted me to take charge while he was gone. That kind of trust felt huge, and it scared me a little because my chest tightened whenever I thought about it. What if I made a mistake? What if something went wrong with the house or the business?I sat up in bed as the room stayed dark, with only a small light from the hallway slipping under the door. I glanced at the clock and saw it was past two in the mo

Days had passed after Dante’s departure, and the world outside began to shift fast. The news of his absence spread quicker than I expected. People who had once been silent under his rule now started moving again. Old enemies came crawling back, pretending to be allies. Politicians sent gifts. Rival bosses sent letters sealed with promises they didn’t mean.It was clear what they all wanted. They thought the empire was falling apart because its king was gone. They thought I would be easy to manipulate.Packages started arriving in large wooden crates, each stamped with different family crests. Some held fine wines, others jewels, or envelopes filled with supposed “peace agreements.” They weren’t gifts—they were tests. Each one carried a message: You’re alone now. Choose wisely who you side with.I stood in the receiving room, surrounded by these so-called offerings, and felt the weight of their intentions. Nico stood beside me, his arms crossed and his face tense.“Be careful,” he said

ValeriaThe next morning started slow. The house was quiet again after the chaos with Elena. The staff moved carefully, still unsure of how to act around me. I had a cup of coffee on my desk and stacks of papers in front of me, but my mind wasn’t on the numbers. I kept thinking about how fast things had changed. A few months ago, I was nothing in this house. Now I gave orders that people actually followed.It felt strange, but also good.I had learned that silence carried power. When I didn’t raise my voice, people listened more. Nico had been in and out of the office since sunrise, updating me on security, shipments, and Dante’s pending files. He had become distant lately, quieter than usual, maybe because he missed his boss. But he respected my authority.By late afternoon, I was signing documents when my phone began to ring. The number on the screen made my hand stop in midair. It was my mother’s. I hadn’t heard from her since the day they sold me to Dante. My first thought was tha

ValeriaI sat in the parlor waiting. The clock on the wall ticked softly, and the sound filled the quiet room. The house had been calm all day, but my mind was not. I had made my decision that morning after thinking about the lie they had told. I wasn’t going to shout or seek revenge in anger. I wanted them to see what I had become and understand that I no longer belonged to the world they came from.I decided not to confront them at the hospital. I wanted them to come to me. That evening, I called my mother and told her to bring my brother to the estate. Her voice trembled when she answered. I could hear hesitation and fear, but she agreed after a few seconds of silence.After the call, I told the staff to prepare a simple dinner. Nothing extravagant, just enough to make a statement. I chose the main dining room instead of the private one. I wanted them to see what real power looked like.As the sun went down, the estate filled with the low hum of preparation. The kitchen staff moved

Valeria“Let me in! You think you can lie to me? Valeria!”At first, I thought I had imagined it, but then I heard the guards yelling back. Boots moved fast across the gravel outside, and the heavy gate rattled.I stood up from my chair in the study and walked toward the window. I didn’t need to look twice. The voice was my mother’s.More shouting followed. “You gave us fake money!” she screamed. “You think you can buy your family with paper? I want my daughter, and I want what’s mine!”My stomach turned, but not from fear. I felt something colder — disbelief mixed with anger. I had expected many things from her, but not this.I left the study and made my way down the long hallway toward the front of the house. The noise grew louder with each step. The guards at the main door were already lined up, tense and waiting for my orders.“Who’s outside?” I asked, though I already knew.“Your mother, ma’am,” one of them said. “She’s causing a scene. The boy’s with her too. Should we remove th