All Chapters of Sold to the Mafia king : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

128 Chapters

Chapter 1: Too late

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

Chapter 2: The debts I never owed

Lina’s POV“You brought her here for a debt?”A voice broke through the darkness—cold, steady, unfamiliar. I wasn’t fully conscious yet, but the sound sliced through the fog in my head like a blade. My eyes were blindfolded. My mouth was sealed with tape. My hands were pinned behind me.I couldn’t see. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was listen.“It’s… not what you think, Boss. I had no choice.” The second voice trembled, a familiar tremble I couldn’t place yet. “The enforcers said it was either I repay the debt and walk away… or they kill me. I had no choice but to use her as leverage. They asked for someone expendable, Boss.”“And she was expendable enough?” The first voice replied with a calmness too controlled to be real. That kind of calm only existed before storms—or executions.“I… I thought it was the only way,” the second voice stuttered. “Everything I touch ruins me. The enforcers don’t forgive.”“So she’s worth your life, huh?” The words cut through the air, sharp and offe

Chapter 3: What I was worth

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

Chapter 4: The kingdom I woke in

Lina’s POVI woke up to silence.Not the normal kind. Not the kind that comes at night when the world sleeps. This silence felt aware—like it knew I was awake and was waiting for me to catch up.My hand pulsed as I moved, a dull ache spreading behind my eyes. The bed beneath me was too soft, swallowing me whole. The kind of comfort that didn’t belong to someone who had been dragged somewhere unconscious.Something brushed my arm.Silk.I frowned, rubbing it slowly between my fingers. Smooth. Cool. Expensive. My stomach twisted—not the sick kind, not yet—but tight enough to warn me. I pushed myself upright.The room was dim, lit by a warm glow that seemed to come from the walls themselves. Lamps shaped like old torches flickered softly, shadows clinging to dark wooden panels. Polished mahogany lined the walls, carved carefully, deliberately.Someone spent money here. Real money. Thick velvet curtains—black and heavy—spilled onto the marble floor. The marble was spotless, reflecting lig

Chapter 5: Mistaking curiosity for freedom

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

Chapter 6: The old law

Lina’s POV The moment we stepped into the room, every gaze snapped to him. I stayed half a step behind, tray balanced in my hands. But the second I shifted out of his shadow, the attention followed—sharp, curious, predatory. The kind that didn’t bother pretending. Heat crawled up my spine. I lifted my chin anyway. There were many of them. Twelve, maybe fifteen. Men who looked like they’d buried secrets and people with the same calm hands. Everything about them screamed danger—the expensive kind. “Why are you standing?” he asked. I opened my mouth, but he didn’t wait. “Serve them.” He added, moving past me and claimed the chair at the head of the table—less a seat, more a throne. The room subtly bent around him as he sat. Whispers broke out immediately. “A girl in the Don’s house?” One questioned. “How’s that possible?” Another question. “She must be another slut he decided to let out.” Another dropped his opinion. I didn’t let myself flinch. I flipped the first plate and be

Chapter 7: Lines already drawn

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

Chapter 8: The quiet knife

Lina's POV “Don… are you threatening me over this?” Damien asked, disbelief cracking in his voice. I stared at Carlino—at the calm brutality in the way he stood there, unbothered. For a moment, I even forgot how to breathe. He had just drawn blood without lifting a finger. “I’m not threatening you,” Carlino said coolly. “I’m informing you.” He gestured toward the corridor. “Go to my cabin. Wait for me there.” Damien hesitated—just a second too long—then thought better of it. He nodded once and left without another word. Silence followed. Heavy. Suffocating. “And you.” Carlino’s voice sliced through it, sharp enough to snap my head up. “Go back to that room. Clear it. Clean everything.” I let out a short, incredulous laugh before I could stop myself. “Gracious Lord,” I muttered, lifting my chin. “That room is massive. You honestly expect me to clean it alone?” His eyes flicked to me. Cold. Warning. “Why don’t you just send your fucking maids instead?” I added, irritation spilli

Chapter 9: It's now or never

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

Chapter 10: Punishment

Lina’s POV Pain shot up from my knees to my thighs. I sucked in a sharp breath and forced myself upright. Two pairs of eyes were still on me before I even dared to look up. Damien's face was disbelief incarnate. Carlino’s, on the other hand, was unreadable—calm, controlled, like he’d seen this before. “What are you doing here?” His voice was even, but it cut through me sharper than any scream. I swallowed. Words tangled in my throat. “I… I got lost.” The lie felt flimsy, and I knew it. “You got lost?” He stepped closer, with each footfall feeling deliberate, echoing through the room. My stomach sank. Nothing about his gaze was harmless. I braced myself instinctively, every nerve alert. “Yes. I—I couldn’t find my way back,” I replied, forcing my voice steadier than it felt. He didn’t answer right away. Just studied me—slowly, precisely. Like he was weighing something invisible against me. I clenched my fists, refusing to look smaller than I felt. “I wasn’t trying to intrude,”

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