All Chapters of Sold to the Mafia king : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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Chapter 91: Before the war begins

Carlino’s POV Niel peeled off at the end of the corridor without another word. He had his orders. Now I had mine. The Black Chamber doors loomed ahead—thick steel, soundproof, the kind built for conversations that can never leave the room. Two of my men followed behind me, silent as a shadow. I pushed the door open. The room smelled faintly of metal and antiseptic. Three chairs. Three traitors. Chains bolted to the floor. Marcio. Chris. Elara. Their heads were lowered when I stepped inside. Whether from exhaustion or calculation, I didn’t care. The door shut behind me with a dull thud. The sound echoed. Their heads jerked up almost instantly. Fear moved through two of them like electricity. Chris flinched. Elara’s eyes widened. Marcio didn’t move. He sat there with the same indifferent expression he’d worn since the first hour of interrogation, as if this entire situation bored him. I walked forward slowly. Boots clicking against concrete. No hurry. No wasted motion. I stop

Chapter 92: Blood at the black river

Carlino’s POV The gates of Kailen’s estate rose ahead of us like the entrance to a fortress. Black iron. Reinforced concrete walls. Armed guards posted along the perimeter towers. A kingdom built on fear. Engines died behind me as our convoy rolled to a stop in the tree line. My men stepped out almost instantly, weapons already in their hands. The cold air carried the faint scent of wet soil and gun oil. I adjusted the cuff of my black suit. Taking off my blazer, I rolled the sleeves of my shirt. “Positions,” I said calmly. No shouting. No chaos. Just obedience. Men moved through the trees like shadows. Rifles raised. Scopes settling. Beside me, Niel chambered a round into his pistol with a quiet click. Matteo stood on my other side, scanning the estate walls through binoculars. “Four at the main gate,” he murmured. “Two on the tower.” I didn’t respond. My eyes were already fixed on the guards. For a moment, everything held still. “Now,” I ordered. Gunfire shattered the quiet

Chapter 93: Through the forest of betrayal

Lina’s POV The chaos inside the estate only grew louder the farther we moved through the halls. Gunfire echoed from somewhere beyond the walls. Men shouted orders. Boots pounded against marble floors. The entire place had turned into a living warzone within minutes. Kailen stopped abruptly at the end of the corridor. Damien had just returned with a rifle slung across his back, his expression hard and unreadable. Kailen’s gaze shifted between the two of us, calculating. “Take her,” he said suddenly. My head snapped toward him. “Excuse me?” He ignored my tone completely and addressed Damien instead. “Take her through the forest route,” Kailen continued. “There’s a secondary hideout past the ridge. No one knows about it except my inner circle.” Damien frowned slightly. “You’re not coming?” “No,” Kailen’s eyes darkened. “I’m going to greet our guest.” Even Damien paused at that. “You’re going to face Carlino alone?” Kailen’s mouth curved into something dangerous. “He didn’t come

Chapter 94: Before dawn breaks

Lina’s POV For a moment, I genuinely thought I was hallucinating. The shock hit so suddenly it felt physical, like cold water thrown straight into my veins. “Pathy?” Her name slipped from my mouth again before my mind could catch up with what my eyes were seeing. She stood in the doorway as if she had every right to be there. Calm. Composed. Nothing like the woman I had seen hours ago in the estate hallway, breathless and shaken, clutching the doorframe like the ground beneath her might give way at any second. Now she looked… steady. Collected. Her dark hair was pulled back neatly again, not a single strand out of place. Her expression carried that same unreadable calm she always wore like armor. Like she hadn’t panicked earlier. Like the entire estate hadn’t turned into a battlefield. I swung my legs off the bed slowly, my heartbeat still hammering against my ribs. “What are you doing here, Pathy?” I asked, confusion tightening my voice. Her eyes swept across the room, slow a

Chapter 95: The price of betrayal

Lina’s POV The moment I saw Kailen, my heart began slamming violently against my ribs. It wasn’t just fast, it felt like it was trying to tear its way out of my chest. His presence did that. The cold smile on his lips. The quiet, dangerous calm in his eyes. Every word he spoke always felt like a blade pressed gently against someone’s throat. I swallowed hard and instinctively looked beside me. Pathy. I saw something crack through her composure. Panic. It flashed across her face for only a fraction of a second, but it was there. Clear as day. Her jaw tightened almost immediately, forcing her features back into that familiar calm mask she wore so well. But I had seen it. She was afraid. My eyes slowly drifted back to Kailen. He began walking toward us, and the faint light from the car headlights finally revealed his face. My breath caught in my throat. Bruises. Dark purple ones blooming across his cheekbone. A deep cut split the corner of his eyebrow. Another scratch dragged do

Chapter: 96: The law of betrayal

Lina’s POV I waited inpatiently. One second passed. Then two. Three. Four. Time stretched strangely inside the room, each breath scraping against the silence like broken glass. My heartbeat was loud in my ears, so loud it almost drowned out the faint noises in the hallway outside. A minute crawled by. The door opened. At first all I saw was a shadow spilling across the floor. A long, stretched silhouette that crept slowly into the room before the person attached to it appeared. But something about it felt wrong. The shadow wasn’t walking. It was rolling. My stomach tightened. The door pushed wider and the figure finally came into view. A wheelchair. And in it— My breath got caught in my throat. The view struck me like thunder. Silvio Lacentra. Carlino’s father. My heart stuttered violently. He sat in the wheelchair as one of Kailen’s men pushed him forward. His back was straight despite the restraints on his wrists, his silver hair with the stubborn strands of dark hair combe

Chapter 97: The man who refuses to break

Lina’s POV The room changed the moment the preparations began. No one spoke at first. The silence thickened, stretching across the space like a heavy curtain. The only sounds came from movement that I was being made, boots scraping against the concrete floor, the dull rattle of chains being dragged closer, metal clinking softly as tools were laid out on a narrow table near the wall. Every small noise felt louder than it should have. My chest tightened as I watched them work. One man rolled a tray closer to the center of the room. Another adjusted the ropes binding the old man to the chair. A third opened a metal case, the hinges creaking softly before revealing rows of cold instruments that glinted faintly in the daylight. My heart slammed violently against my ribs. But the thing that terrified me the most… wasn’t what they were preparing. It was him. Silvio Lacentra. He sat perfectly still in the chair. His back remained straight, shoulders squared despite the restraints bitin

Chapter 98: Something like hate

Lina’s POV The torture lasted the entire day. At some point the hours stopped feeling like hours. Time dissolved into sounds. Metal striking flesh. Chains shifting. Heavy breathing. And that awful laugh. Silvio Lacentra still refused to break. Even when his voice grew hoarse, even when the blows became harder, even when blood began to stain the floor beneath the chair, he still laughed. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just that same dry, mocking sound that scraped against the walls and made my stomach twist every single time. Once… just once… I thought I saw a crack, a crack in his facade. When his head dipped slightly forward after a particularly brutal hit. His breathing changed. His jaw tightened. For a second I thought this is it. The moment he breaks. But then he lifted his head again. And smiled. By evening his face barely looked human anymore. One eye had begun swelling shut, dark bruises spreading across his cheekbone, his lower lip split open. Blood streaked the collar

Chapter 99: Malder

Carlino’s POV The house felt different when I returned. It wasn't quiet way. It felt heavier. Like something unseen had settled into the walls. Father and Lina were both gone. Not as if father stayed at home all the time, but tonight? His absence inside this house was louder than ever. I didn’t remove the blood from my hands when I walked in. Let the men see it. Let them understand exactly what kind of night it had been. Niel followed a step behind me, silently, he knew better than to say a word. I didn’t stop until I reached the study. The door shut behind us with a dull click, sealing the world out. In a brief moment, I just stood there, staring at nothing. I exhaled, slowly. “Kailen,” I said, more to myself than to him. It had always been Kailen. No other man would dare to go to war against me. This wasn’t chaos. It wasn’t desperation. It was a strategy. “He didn’t take my father to run,” I continued, my voice low. “He took him to break me.” Niel didn’t interrupt. I walked

Chapter 100: The ghost with my face

Carlino’s POV For a brief moment, everything inside my head went silent. Tension filled the room. Just… stillness. The kind that comes before something shatters. Malder. The name didn’t sit right in my chest. It scraped against something old. Something buried. Something I had sealed away the day my father told me my brother burned alive. He was dead. Gone. Finished. I had accepted it. I had built myself around it. And now— He stood in front of me. Breathing. Watching. Waiting. No. My jaw tightened. No. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. Malder died in that fire. Father said it himself. And my father—Silvio Lacentra, does not lie. Not to me. Not about something like that. So what was this? A trick? A double? A man wearing another man’s dead face? My fingers flexed slightly at my side, my gaze sharpening as I studied him. The stance. The presence. The weight he carried in the air— It felt familiar. Too familiar. But I didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Because if I did, I might confir

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