All Chapters of Sold to the Mafia king : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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Chapter 111: When his name was spoken

Lina’s POV “The same Carlino Lacentra?” Dad’s voice came out low. Too low. Like he was trying to keep something from snapping. I didn’t look away. “Yes,” I replied. The deafening quiet didn’t just fall, it slammed into the room. Mom’s lips parted, but no words came out at first. Her eyes searched my face like she was hoping—praying, I would laugh and say it was a joke. I didn’t. “The Carlino Lacentra… you mean?” she finally stammered, her voice barely holding together. I nodded once. “Tina. Romy. To your rooms. Now.” Mom’s voice cracked as she pointed toward the stairs. They hesitated. “Mom—” “Now!” she snapped, louder this time. That did it. They rushed off, confusion written all over their faces. The moment their footsteps disappeared, the air shifted. Heavy and dangerous. Mom turned to me so fast it almost startled me. “How could you?” she demanded, her voice trembling—not with sadness, but fear. Raw, undeniable fear. “Lina, are you crazy? That man is not someone you

Chapter 112: Moving out

Lina’s POV I didn’t move for seconds after Mom said those words. We’re leaving. For good. They echoed in my head like something final, something irreversible. The kind of decision that didn’t bend, didn’t wait, and didn’t ask for permission. I sat there on the couch, my fingers laced together so tightly they almost hurt, staring at nothing and everything at once. Leaving. Not just the house. Not just the street I grew up on. It might be the city. The country. Everything. A slow breath slipped past my lips as the weight of it settled deeper into my chest, as I had final understood her words. Maybe… maybe she was right. Maybe leaving was the only way. A fresh start. A place where no one knew me. Where no one knew him. Where the past didn’t cling to me like a shadow I couldn’t outrun. My hand moved unconsciously to my stomach, resting there, light… careful. For my baby. For me. For my family. The thoughts came one after the other, each one trying to convince me, trying to ma

Chapter 113: Dismantling

Carlino’s POV Silence used to obey me. Now it just suffocates. The room is dark, curtains drawn closed, lights off, the city reduced to a distant hum I don’t seem to care about. I’ve been sitting here for hours. Maybe longer. Time doesn’t move the same when everything inside you feels… off. Wrong, even. My elbows was resting on my knees, my hands hanging loosely between them. My hands didn't feel like mine. Nothing does. Except the pain. That—at least is familiar. A week had already passed. Seven days since she walked out of that door like I meant nothing. Like everything between us was something she could just… put down and leave behind. My jaw tightens. That’s not what burns. It’s the fact that I let her leave. I could’ve stopped her. I’ve stopped men twice her size with less effort. Broken stronger wills. Ended bigger problems. But when it came to her— I stayed still. I could shake kingdoms for her, and still kneel gently before her, bowing before her wants. I exhaled s

Chapter 114: The abdication

Carlino’s POV Power doesn’t slip. It’s taken. Or… it’s given away. Tonight, I will do the latter. ~~~ The hall is already filled by the time I step in. They stood up when I entered. Not entirely out of respect. It’s instinct. Conditioned. The weight of my name is still pressed on their spines even now— seconds before I strip it of everything it means. Council members lined in the front. Old blood. Calculated eyes. Men who’ve seen kings rise and fall and still believe they sit above it all. Behind them—underbosses. Capos. Territory heads. Enforcers. The real spine of the empire. Further behind, shadows. Hitmen leaders. Financial minds. Representatives of allied families. Every piece that makes this empire breathe. Every piece that can turn if handled wrong. Niel stood to my right. Silent, still watching. He’s already learned a lot. I didn’t rush. I took my time walking to the center. Let the silence stretch. Let it settle into their bones. Let them feel it—something shifting

Chapter 115: Happiness had a face

FIVE YEARS LATER Lina’s POV “Rotha, be careful! Don’t get your sister injured!” I screamed for what had to be the thousandth time today. My voice carried across the garden, but it did absolutely nothing. Rotha only laughed, bright, wild, completely unbothered, as she ran past Erla, her tiny feet kicking up grass as if she owned the entire world. “I’m gonna catch you!” Erla shrieked behind her, her laughter just as loud, just as free. I exhaled slowly, pressing my hand against my hip as I watched them. “How do you even have this much energy?” I muttered, already walking toward them. The moment they noticed me approaching, Rotha slowed down just enough to flash me a mischievous grin. “Oh mama,” Erla said, placing a dramatic hand on her chest as she came to a stop, “don’t you think that question is absurd?” I blinked. “We’re kids,” she continued, nodding like she’d just said something incredibly wise. “And kids get enormous energy.” I raised a brow. “Enormous?” She grinned wider

Chapter 116: Victor

Lina’s POV “Don’t you dare utter my name from that disgusting mouth of yours.” The words left me sharp, jagged—each one slicing through the air between us, even though it was in a hush sound. My teeth clenched so tightly my jaw ached, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care, not right now. Not when he stood in front of me like this… like he had any right to. Like he didn't do anything wrong. Like it wasn't because of him my past got tainted. I turned my head quickly, my eyes darting past him, scanning the street, the windows, the faint movement behind the curtains inside the house. The laughter from within still echoed faintly—my girls, my parents, unaware about the storm that had reached out door step. But they were safe. And I intended to keep it that way. All these years, I tried to keep the safe, away from anything that has to do with my past. Ruciano shifted forward, his hand brushing against the door as if he meant to step in. Before he could even try stepping in, my palm slammed

Chapter 117: I have to end this

Lina’s POV “Victor—stop!” My voice barely cut through the sound of his fist colliding with Ruciano’s flesh again. Ruciano’s head snapped to the side, his body stumbling agitated as Victor gripped his jacket tighter, dragging him back up only to land another punch. The crack of it echoed, sharp and violent, and something in my chest twisted painfully. Blood was already spilling from Ruciano’s nose, trailing down his lips, staining his clothes. His once smooth skin was already changing color, bruises blooming beneath the surface like something rotten pushing through. “Victor, enough!” I rushed forward, but then— “Mama!” I turned sharply, remembering they were still standing there. Rotha and Erla stood frozen at the doorway, their small faces pale, eyes wide, taking in everything they should never have seen. No. Not them. Not this. I moved instantly, my body acting before my mind could catch up. I grabbed both of them, pulling them toward me. “Inside,” I said quickly, my voice

Chapter 118: The knock that followed

Lina’s POV “I want him out of our lives.” The words came out quieter than I expected, but they carried weight, heavy enough to still the air in the room. Mom and Dad both looked at me, their expressions tightening in unison. I could see it in their eyes—the fear they were trying so hard to hide. “And for that,” I continued, forcing steadiness into my voice, “I’ll have to wait till morning.” The clock on the wall ticked faintly behind us, each second stretching longer than it should. “It’s already late. I’m not stepping out tonight. I can’t leave the girls with just…” I glanced between them, softening slightly. “With everything going on.” Mom’s lips parted, but she didn’t interrupt. “Romy and Tina are in school,” I added, pacing slowly now, my hands clasped together. “There’s no one else. It’s just me.” Dad shifted his weight, folding his arms loosely, but his eyes stayed fixed on me. “So listen carefully,” I said, stopping in front of them. “For the next few days, you both are

Chapter 119: A name they won't write

Lina’s POV Morning came too peacefully. The sun spilled through my curtains in soft golden streams, warming the room as if nothing in the world was wrong. It painted everything in a gentle glow—the walls, the floor, my hands resting over the sheets. For a minute, it felt like one of those quiet mornings where life behaved. Where problems didn’t exist. But even roses have thorns. I exhaled slowly and pushed myself up, my body heavy, my mind heavier. The events of yesterday came rushing back in fragments—Ruciano’s name, Carlino's presence, Victor at the door, the fear in my parents eyes, the way Erla had refused to look at me. Today, I have to act. I rubbed my face and reached for my phone. 8:02 AM. A sharp sigh slipped out of me. “Great,” I muttered under my breath, already swinging my legs off the bed. “Running late on the day I need everything to go right.” I stood up quickly, went into the bathroom to do the normal routines. I came out, dressed up and quickly brushed my hai

Chapter 120: He gave it up

Lina’s POV “What do you mean you can’t register it?” My voice came out tighter than I intended, like something being pulled hard. He flipped a page in the file in front of him as if I hadn’t just spoken. “I already explained, ma’am.” “No, you didn’t,” I snapped, stepping closer to the desk. My fingers curled against the edge, nails pressing into the wood. “You said you can’t. That’s not an explanation, that’s avoidance.” A few heads turned. But I couldn't even care about it. “Listen—” I started again, my voice rising despite myself. “This man is dangerous. He came to my house yesterday. He threatened me. What do you think happens if I walk out of here without protection? What if he shows up again? What if he—” “He won’t,” he cut in flatly. The certainty in his tone made my stomach twist. “You don’t know that,” I shot back immediately. “You don’t know him.” His lips pressed into a thin line. “I know enough.” Something about the way he said it, low, controlled — made my skin p

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