Sold To The Dying Mafia King의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

Elara povI don’t sleep.I lie on my bed fully dressed, staring at the ceiling while the house breathes around me. The walls tick softly, like they’re counting something down. Every sound feels deliberate. Every silence feels watched.Alicia’s voice still lingers in my head.Purpose ends.I press my palm flat against my stomach without thinking, then pull it away quickly, as if even the thought is dangerous.I’m not carrying anything yet.But everyone is already acting like I am.A knock comes at my door.Sharp. My body reacts before my mind does. I sit up, heart kicking hard against my ribs.“Yes?” I managed to stand up .“Come,” Dante’s voice says from the other side.Not come here.Just come.I stand, smoothing my clothes with shaking hands, and open the door.He’s there, tall and solid, filling the hallway with his presence. The lights catch the sharp lines of his face. He looks composed. Awake. Dangerous in that quiet way.“Walk with me,” he says.I step out without question.We

Alicia povJealousy doesn’t arrive loudly.It settles.It observes.It waits for the exact moment it can be useful.I realize this as I stand alone in Dante’s bedroom, staring at the empty side of the bed that used to feel like mine.He hasn’t slept here in days.Not because of me.Because of her.The house insists nothing has changed. Same staff. Same guards. Same silence that hums beneath the marble floors. But I know better. I’ve lived in this world too long not to feel a shift when it happens.Power has moved.Quietly.And it didn’t move toward me.I adjust the sleeve of my dress and leave the room before the thought sharpens into something ugly.Elara doesn’t walk like someone winning.That’s what confuses me.I watch her from the balcony above the east wing as she crosses the garden path with two guards trailing her steps. Her pace is measured. Careful. Like someone who knows the ground beneath her feet can collapse without warning.She isn’t smiling.She isn’t glowing.She look

Dante pov Pain woke me before the sun did. It came sharp and sudden, a blade sliding beneath my ribs, stealing the breath from my lungs before I could even swear. My vision blurred as I forced myself upright, one hand digging into the mattress, the other pressed against my chest. Not now. I swallowed hard, reaching for the pills on the bedside table. They rattled as my fingers closed around the bottle. The sound grated on my nerves. I had taken them less than four hours ago. They were supposed to hold me longer than that. I dry-swallowed two anyway. The bitterness coated my tongue as I stood, steadying myself against the headboard until the room stopped tilting. My heart thudded too fast, too hard, like it was trying to punch its way out of my ribcage. I dressed slowly, deliberately. Every movement took effort. Even breathing felt like work. By the time I made it to my office, sweat had dampened the collar of my shirt. Luca was already waiting. He looked up wh

Elara povI woke up knowing something was wrong.Not because of a sound.Not because of a dream.Because my body felt like it had already received bad news.My eyes opened to the dim light of early morning, and before I could even move, a tightness settled in my chest heavy, deliberate, unyielding. I didn't panic. Panic came fast and loud. This was quieter. More dangerous.Certainty.My hand slid to my stomach instinctively.Still flat. Still warm. Still real.I waited for comfort to follow.It didn’t.The room was silent in a way the mansion never was. No distant footsteps. No murmured voices through radios. No low hum of life behind the walls.Just stillness.I pushed myself upright, heart already beating too fast, and listened.Nothing.I sat there for a full minute, breathing slowly, telling myself this was nerves. That Dante was halfway across the world in a hospital built to save men like him. That silence didn’t mean disaster.But the feeling didn’t leave.It sharpened.I reach

Elara povThe house felt different when I woke up.Not brighter. Not quieter.Just… lighter.Like something heavy had finally lifted from the walls.For the first time in weeks, I didn’t wake up with dread sitting on my chest. No sharp panic. No sickening fear that today might be the day I got a call saying Dante was gone.I lay on my back, one hand resting on my stomach, staring at the ceiling.Alive.The word still felt unreal.My phone was on the bedside table, screen dark, but the memory of the hospital call replayed in my head over and over.The surgery was successful.I let out a slow breath.I hadn’t cried after that first wave. Not properly. Just sat there in silence, shaking, like my body didn’t know what to do with relief.Now it was sinking in.He was alive.Not out of danger completely. Not magically healed.But alive.And for someone like Dante, that felt like a miracle.I pushed myself up slowly, careful the way I’d learned to be lately. My body was changing in ways I st