All Chapters of Sold To The Mafia Lord : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 22 ~Adriano pov ~ My car sped down the road like a streak of lightning, the engine roaring beneath my grip. In the rearview mirror, I could see my men following closely behind. The phone rang, and I connected it to the car’s Bluetooth. “Boss, we got the location,” one of my men said. “Good,” I replied curtly, pressing harder on the accelerator. The city blurred past in streaks of gray and gold as my mind burned with fury. Minutes later, I reached a deserted road. My eyes swept the area sharp, alert. There it was an abandoned building sitting at the edge of nowhere. I stopped at an isolated corner and stepped out, the cold air brushing my skin. My men followed quietly, awaiting orders. Cyrus must think he’s clever, I thought grimly, scanning the structure. He probably has men stationed all around. But even with an army, they’re not enough to stand against mine. I gave a single nod my men understood instantly. I never needed words with them. They moved like shadows

~ Elena POV ~ After taking a long, relaxing shower, I walked into the closet and slipped into an oversized T-shirt and sweatpants. I needed something comfy, something normal. Pulling my hair into a messy bun, I let a few loose strands frame my face. When I finally looked decent enough, I stepped out of the room. As expected, Ethan stood by the door, straight as ever. “Good morning, ma,” he greeted, eyes glued to the floor. He must still feel guilty for losing me that night. Poor guy ,it wasn’t even his fault. “Morning, Ethan,” I said softly, smiling so he’d know I wasn’t mad. But he still didn’t look up. “It’s okay, you don’t have to blame yourself. It wasn’t your fault.” His head lifted slightly, surprise flickering across his face like he hadn’t expected kindness from me. “No, ma, I’m to blame. What if something terrible had happened to you?” he said, his voice dropping low. I sighed. Out of all Adriano’s men, Ethan seemed like the only one with a soft heart. “I’m fine

~ Elena’s POV ~ The library was always a calming place for me a small refuge from the chaos of my thoughts. The air carried the faint scent of old paper and polish, a comforting mix that made me feel safe. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting golden reflections across the shelves and the open book in my hands. It was a romance novel. The kind that made you believe in love the soft, consuming kind that wrapped around your heart until it ached. I’d always wondered what it felt like to be loved like that. To mean the world to someone. To find my forever. But I guess that was just a dream. Because in reality, I was married to Adriano. I sighed and flipped to the next page. The protagonist was confessing his love, and soon their lips met in a perfect, tender kiss. My stomach twisted unexpectedly, and before I knew it, my mind flashed back to that night , to the kiss I shared with Adriano. I didn’t know what to make of it. It wasn’t how I’d imagined my first kiss to be.

~ Elena’s POV ~ The sound of birds chirping gently stirred me awake. Morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and warm against my skin. It was Saturday. I groaned softly, pushing myself up from the bed. My eyes drifted to Adriano’s side finding it empty. Of course. He was already gone. I sighed running my fingers over tangled hair before dragging myself to the bathroom, I peeled off my nightwear and stepped under the shower. The water was warm, washing away the last bits of sleep from my body. When I was done, I slipped into a black tank top and a pair of khaki shorts that stopped just above my knees. It was summer, and the heat clung lazily to the air. Stepping out, I made my way toward the kitchen. Ethan wasn’t around today thank goodness. He was nice and all, but I didn’t like the feeling of someone following me everywhere. Downstairs, the aroma of something sweet and buttery drew me straight to the kitchen. Aunt Chiara stood at the counter, flipping pancakes wi

~ Elena’s POV ~ We were running, using the walls as protection while bullets ricocheted everywhere. The men in black didn’t seem to be holding back their shots came sharp and fast, echoing through the chaos of the mall. My palms grew clammy, and beads of sweat gathered on my forehead. Screams filled the air; people ran in every direction, desperate to escape. Jazmine pulled me along, her grip firm. “Keep low!” she shouted over the noise. We swerved past an overturned table, trying to reach the main hallway. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. Then a woman’s wailing voice pierced the chaos. “My baby!” she screamed, spinning around in terror. That was when I heard it a tiny, trembling voice calling out, “Mommy!” I froze. A little girl was crouched in the corner, tears streaking her chubby cheeks. She looked so small, so helpless… and dangerously exposed. If she stood up, the bullets would hit her. Without thinking, I let go of Jazmine’s hand. “Elena!” she shouted, realizing I’d sto