All Chapters of Sold To The Mafia Lord : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

--- Chapter 12 ~Elena Pov ~ I woke up, my head dizzy, propping myself up on my elbow to get comfortable. My eyes blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the light in the room. Where was I? Putting a hand over my forehead, I winced my head throbbed painfully. My eyes wandered around until they landed on a shadowy figure sitting across the room. My heart skipped. It was Adriano. He sat on the couch, a cigarette between his fingers, his face void of expression. His gaze locked on me sharp, unreadable, suffocating. In an instant, everything came crashing back the blood, the screams, the lifeless eyes of the men he killed without flinching. My chest tightened. My breathing hitched. I could still hear the echo of his gunfire ringing in my ears. My body trembled. We stayed in silence for what felt like forever. “Elena.” His deep voice finally broke it. “Y-Yes,” I stammered, my voice trembling. My gaze flicked to the gun on the table before him, and a pit formed in my stomach. “

Chapter 14 ~Elena's Pov ~ I watched his retreating back as he stormed out of the room, his heavy footsteps echoing through the silence until the door slammed shut. My chest tightened, and a tear slid down my cheek. I sniffled, wiping it away angrily. I hated him. I hated him so much. He was just as cruel as everyone said cold, heartless, unfeeling. He didn’t care how much I hurt, how scared I was being locked away in that room like some kind of prisoner. Closing my eyes, I tried to calm my racing heart. He’s not worth your tears, Elena, I whispered to myself. Not him. But as I pushed myself up from the bed, a sharp pain shot through my muscles, making me fall back. My body was sore, my mind exhausted, and yet, the ache in my chest hurt the most. A soft knock echoed through the door, making me flinch. For a moment, fear spiked through me I thought it was him coming back. But when I heard Aunt Chiara’s gentle voice, relief washed over me. “Elena, it’s me,” she said from behin

Chapter 16 ~ Elena’s POV~ I lay sprawled on the bed, a book in my hand but my mind miles away. Apparently, today was the day Adriano would officially be announced as the new don and I, unfortunately, was to accompany him. His “wife.” Just the thought made my stomach twist into nervous knots. Being surrounded by men carrying guns wasn’t exactly my definition of fun. I sighed, flipping a page I wasn’t even reading when the door suddenly creaked open. My eyes widened as maids began streaming in pushing in racks of clothes, trays filled with shoes, accessories that shimmered under the light, and enough purses to open a boutique. “Is she the one?” a man asked in a voice so soft and melodic I blinked twice to make sure he was, in fact, a man. His hair was styled perfectly, his movements graceful. He had this… girlish charm that made me both amused and confused. Aunt Chiara nodded at him, smiling warmly before gesturing for me to come closer. I hesitated but obeyed, closing my book

Chapter 18 ~Elena’s POV~ We walked into the grand hall, Adriano’s hand firm on my waist his touch both protective and possessive. He guided me to a table before we sat down. Even sitting, he exuded power, his aura commanding silent respect. The low hum of chatter, the clinking of glasses, and the scent of whiskey mixed with expensive perfume filled the air. Men in dark suits, women dripping in jewels, laughter that sounded more like mockery . Everything screamed power and sin. The air heavy with smoke and arrogance. The orchestra played soft classical notes, almost drowned out by the hum of expensive conversations. I shifted uneasily. The room felt suffocating, filled with people whose hands had surely been stained with blood. I don’t belong here, I thought, clutching my purse tightly. “Stay here, Don't move” Adriano murmured, leaning close enough that his breath brushed my ear. “I'll be back.” Before I could respond, he was already gone swallowed by the crowd of dangerous me

Chapter 20 ~ Elena’s POV ~ “Adriano.” We both turned toward the voice. Standing there was Adriano’s grandfather tall, stern, flanked by two guards behind him. His presence alone seemed to still the air around us. He walked closer, each step heavy with authority. I tried to move slightly from Adriano’s hold, but his arm only tightened around my waist. His jaw clenched as his grandfather’s gaze shifted between us. “You must be Elena,” the old man said, his tone soft but commanding. “It’s nice to meet you, sir,” I replied politely, bowing my head slightly. “Dear, call me Granddad,” he said with a warm smile. “You’re my granddaughter-in-law now.” I smiled awkwardly. Adriano’s expression, however, hardened his eyes turning cold. Why does he look angry? “What do you want, old man?” Adriano’s voice sliced through the air. His grandfather arched a brow. “Can’t I speak to my granddaughter-in-law?” Adriano rolled his eyes, jaw clenching. “You’re quite the beauty,” the o