บททั้งหมดของ Sold to the Mafia king : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Lina’s POV The first time Ruciano hit me, I told myself it was a mistake. The second time… I learned how to stay quiet. “Don’t you fucking say that, Lina. You’re the one who always acts impulsive,” Ruciano snapped. “You nag about one thing or the other. What do you even gain from getting me this worked up, huh? Tell me.” His voice cut through the room. Sharp. Unforgiving. Like it could slice through anything else in here. He paced, fingers dragging through his hair, teeth clenched, like he was the one losing control, and I was supposed to be the storm. And somehow… that broke something in me. I opened my mouth. Ready to fire back. Ready to defend myself. But the words got stuck. Somewhere between my chest and throat. If I spoke… I’d cry. And I refused. Refused to let him see it. “Say something,” he pressed, stopping right in front of me. “You always have something to say.” I inhaled. Slowly. My hands stayed at my sides, stiff and cold. “What exactly do you want from me, Rucian

Lina’s POVWait… how was that even possible? I pushed myself off the cold floor, palms slipping once before they found purchase. My legs trembled, weak beneath my weight. The director? The rumors, the whispers about him—none of it aligned. Panic crept up my spine, slow and invasive.“Don’t let your thoughts wander too far, Lina,” he said. Cool. Detached. There was no warmth in his voice. Not even a crack. Each word felt wrapped in ice before being forced down my throat, freezing everything in its path.“Why have you taken me?” My voice fractured despite my effort to steady it. “I don’t even know the man who brought me here. Please—just let me leave. I swear I won’t say a word to anyone.”I hated how small I sounded. Hated that begging was the only thing I had left. He watched me, unmoved.“Lina Gray,” he said slowly, deliberately, “you’re mine now. My property. You have no one but me—get used to that.”The words struck like blades, precise and merciless, slicing through what little

Lina’s POVWhat was he talking about?I bent down until I was at his eye level.“Excuse me, sir,” I said carefully. “What do you mean? Who is Dwan? Is it a person… or a pet?” My eyes searched his tired, lined face for answers.He didn’t respond.He only stared at me, confusion clouding his gaze, as though he were trying to place me somewhere in his memory and failing. Slowly, he lifted his right hand.Reached for my face.His fingers brushed my cheek with a familiarity that made my breath hitch—like he knew this face. Like he had touched it before.“I—” he started.“Father, what are you doing outside?” The voice came from behind me. I didn’t need to turn to know who it belonged to.Carlino.His presence closed in on the space instantly, heavy and suffocating.“Get your hands off him,” he ordered. Controlled. But the warning threaded through it was sharp enough to cut skin. I pulled my hand away at once, stepping back a little.“Carlino,” the old man said, turning toward him. “Who is

Lina’s POV “Are you threatening me, Marcio?” Carlino sat unhurried, as though the room bent to his timing. His voice was low, controlled—but I felt it anyway, seeping through the door like smoke. Rage, restrained. Barely. “I am not.” Marcio’s hand struck the table once. Not loud. Not dramatic. Still, the sound snapped something tight inside my chest. “You all hide behind silence and call it loyalty.” No one spoke. “You’re all cowards,” Marcio continued. “But I’m not. I have the spine to call a spade a spade.” He paused, letting the words settle over the table like dust after a collapse. “An ultimatum will be given,” he said at last. “And if it’s ignored… there will be elections.” His gaze swept across the room, cold and unwavering. “Not because we’re rewriting the rules.” His voice dropped another degree. “Because we’re finally enforcing them.” Carlino said nothing. “And the rules—” Marcio turned fully toward him now, his voice sharpening, “—don’t care how you feel. That l

Lina’s POV No maid had been seen since I arrived in this house. Night had already fallen, and I had made no progress at all. My thoughts caved inward, trapping me in a cage of my own making. The bed beneath me offered no comfort. If anything, my body itched against its softness, as though it rejected rest. I tossed restlessly, clinging to the illusion of comfort where none existed. Slowly my eyes bowed to the exhaustion. “I told you to leave him alone. ”My mother’s voice cut through the void. “That man will be the end of you one day. Mark my words.” Her warning echoed. Followed by another voice—just as familiar, just as unforgiving. “He has nothing to offer you but pain. Let this unhealthy relationship leave your life so you can grow—mentally, emotionally, in every way. Or you will drown in it. And it will destroy you.” The words surrounded me, pressing in from all sides. “Mom?” I called out. No answer came. Only darkness. Only my voice, hollow and alone, echoing back at me. I