All Chapters of Sold to the Mafia king : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Carlino's POV The word hit, harder than I'd ever felt. But not how he expected. Not confusion. No immediate reaction. Just… stillness. Because that didn’t make sense. Not even a little. Traitor? To him? Impossible. I had never thought of betraying him, talk less of acting on my thoughts. Not even once. Turned my back on Malder. Not in childhood. Not in blood. Not in loyalty. We didn’t operate like that. We were on the same side. Always. Nothing ever went wrong. So what was he talking about? My gaze hardened slightly. “Careful,” I said quietly. “You’re starting to sound delusional.” His eyes darkened further. “Delusional?” he repeated, almost laughing again. “You really want to play that game?” I didn’t respond. Because I wasn’t playing anything. I was waiting. Observing. Measuring. “Say it clearly,” I continued. “Because from where I’m standing, you’re the one who was supposedly burnt down in that flame in the warehouse. You’re the one who came back from the dead and star

Carlino’s POV When his hands reached his waist, I expected him to pull a gun, but he didn’t. The sharp hiss of leather cut through the silence as he ripped his belt out. The silver buckle caught the dim light for a split second before it came flying at my face. I moved. My hand shot up, catching the belt inches before it struck. The force ran through my arm, steady and alive, connecting me directly to him. I didn’t pull away. I held it there, tight between us, my eyes locked onto his. “Is this how it ends, Malder?” My voice came out low, rough. “Like this? After everything we bled for?” His jaw tightened, but he didn’t answer. His silence said more than words ever could. “Say something,” I pressed, my voice desperate, my grip tightening around the leather. “Or are you just going to swing and pretend it’s justice?” I have never been desperate, that wasn't a skill I was trained to acquire. His lips curled slightly. “Justice?” he repeated, voice quiet. “You don’t even know what

Lina’s POV “No… no, that’s not possible.” The words tore out of me before I even realized I was speaking. My fingers tightened around the edge of the sink, knuckles whitening as I stared at the small strip in my hand like it had betrayed me. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t real. My heart slammed violently against my ribs as I pushed myself away from the sink, my legs moving before my mind could catch up. The bathroom door flew open, and I stumbled out, breath uneven, chest rising and falling too fast. “Doctor—” My voice cracked. Both of them turned instantly. Bella stood near the window, but my eyes locked onto him. “I… how is this possible?” I demanded, my voice shaking despite how hard I tried to steady it. “I miscarried. I saw it—I felt it. So how am I still—how am I still pregnant?” My hands had gone cold. My entire body felt like it didn’t belong to me anymore. “Relax, Donna,” His voice didn’t rise. It didn’t rush. It stayed calm, too calm for the storm tearin

Lina’s POVBefore I could utter a word, a sharp knock cut through the moment. It wasn’t soft nor was it patient. It sounded urgent, like whoever stood on the other side of that door wasn’t asking.Carlino stilled above me, his body going rigid for half a second before he exhaled slowly, like he was forcing himself back under control.“Stay,” he muttered, already pulling away. “It might be important.”Of course it was.It was always important.He got off the bed, dragging his pants on with quick, efficient movements, sparing me another glance before heading for the door. I pulled the sheet tighter around myself, my heart still pounding, my thoughts scattered, tangled.This was it.I was about to tell him.And now—Now I was sitting here, naked under silk sheets, waiting.I heard the door open.A voice.Low. Familiar.Niel.I couldn’t hear everything they were saying. Just fragments. Muffled words. The kind of conversation that wasn’t meant to be overheard.But I didn’t need to hear the

Lina’s POVThe ride back felt longer than it should have.Three hours, maybe a little more—but it stretched, dragged, like time itself didn’t want me to get there. Or maybe… I didn’t.The car hummed softly beneath us, tires rolling steadily over the road, cutting through the silence that had settled thick between me and Niel.We had never really talked before.Not once.Not beyond simple greetings or the occasional “Donna” that always felt too heavy, too binding. Like a title I never asked for but couldn’t shake off.Now, sitting in the back seat of his car, watching the world blur past the window, it felt… worse.Awkward.Unnatural.Like we were two strangers forced into something neither of us wanted to acknowledge. The silence gnawed at me. It wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t calm. It was loud. So loud it made my chest feel tight.I shifted slightly, my fingers curling against the fabric of my dress as I stared outside, watching trees, buildings, and empty roads pass by without really se