Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sold To The Mafia Heir : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

The house phone rang severally. What a fucking disturbance?Ethan had me switch off my phone and toss out into the sea to avoid being tracked by Lorenzo. “Who is calling?” Sherry asked as she waltzed in a short robe that revealed her thighs. She opened the fridge.The smell of fresh bread, bologna, and something garlicky filled the air."Don't we have jam?” Sherry asked as she pulled out a slice of bread, plastering peanut butter. “Why are you just letting the phone ring?”After five long hours of riding back from the hotel. Ethan and I had move out of the carriage car to some neighborhood. We brought sherry along with us. Ethan and her want to start a family. Right now, we can't pick up any calls. They are all going to the voicemail. Lorenzo has got a tail on us. Shit. “Get me some of that.” Ethan said to Sherry as he pulled up behind the counter.“How could you eat right now?” I snapped.“Well…Ethan shrugged as he applied some peanut butter on his bread. “I am still alive.”“We

Lorenzo’s POV“Covering the west side of the church” the radio receiver chimed in the car. I had to get my men to cover grounds since Isabella called for war, today.The cathedral was too quiet for a Valenti burial.That was the first thing that unsettled me as my car rolled to a stop behind the black hearses. Silence pressed against my ears like a warning. No chaos. No whispers. No triumphant energy.Isabella should have been radiant today.She should have worn victory like perfume, subtle but intoxicating. Instead, as I stepped out with my men flanking me away from the press, all I saw was a black veil and dark shaded that held her restraint. Measured grief. Perfect posture. Such a performance.I adjusted my cufflinks and walked forward.The press cameras clicked instantly. Microphones shoved forward. Questions about the Valenti legacy, about succession, about the future of Valenti Corporation. My spokesman answered them all with practiced calm. His voice steady.Isabella stood

I placed the letter on the floor. My stomach churned inside of me. My head banged repeatedly. Lights flashed before my eyes. I couldn't scream. My throat felt tight and dried. A drop of blood fell from my nose. I rubbed it off with the back of my hand.Was this what she was trying to protect me from?That I had a baby pulled out of me. I squeezed my stomach hard. And I didn't know.My shirt was drenched with blood, sweat and tears.I got up and moved the curtains opening the windows. I sat by the vanity. I lifted the letter up and read.There was blood everywhere. She was screaming, but the walls were thick.No one outside heard a thing. I was the only nurse assisting in the room. They took the baby away so quickly. Didn’t even let me see. Then they stitched you up like it was routine, like you were nothing more than a body on a table. I looked at your eyes. They fluttered with tears rolling down your cheeks. I knew it then that you wanted to leave that place. I stopped giving you the

Ava’s POVElena knocking on the door woke me up with a throbbing headache.“Don't tell me you slept there?” She gestured to the vanity.I lifted my head and pain shot through my back.Ow!“Do we have aspirin?” I asked as I got up holding my waist. Elena assisted me to the bed.“I understand how hard it is to lose someone.” she leaves for the bathroom and brings back a pack of aspirin. “But you can't lose yourself.” She said, handing the bottle to me.You bet.“You must feel awful. The air is full of sorrow.” I said, popping the pill in my mouth and gulping water.Elena lets out a sigh. She looked at me and smiled before returning to the bathroom.“You seem to be better this morning. I shouldn't feel awful. What do you say about breakfast?” I gazed at Elena as she busied herself with the laundry basket. She reminded me of my mum.“Yes. Doesn't sound bad.”I follow her down the stairs. The front door slams. Elena and I jerk as we both hurried down the stairs.“Sir, you are –“I need t

Isabella’s POV “…breaking news out of London. Interpol has arrested billionaire businessman Lorenzo Valenti in connection with an international investigation involving drug trafficking, money laundering, and organized crime–”“What do you think?” Enzo said standing in the middle of the room.My brows perked up.I turned to look at him as he waltzed to a couch, throwing one leg over the other.“I didn't know you were coming.”“I wanted to see the look on your face.”“Don’t be so quick to celebrate.”Enzo brows perked up. Oh, he thinks I would be impressed.“To Lorenzo this is just child’s play.” I interlocked my fingers together. “He has men everywhere including the interpol.”God, how foolish could he be.“But I have men in the media.”I rolled my eyes to look at him.“Your media stunt.” I turned to look at the television. “It won't last till tomorrow.”I took in the scent of the red wine before sipping it. “I have him on every television station.” Enzo snapped.I looked at him fr