Sold to the Mafia king 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 121 - 챕터 128

Lina’s POV The road home felt longer than it should have. Every step I took came faster than the last, my sandals slapping against the pavement in uneven rhythm. My chest burned, not from the pace, but from the way my thoughts kept colliding into each other—Ruciano, the report, the officers, Carlino— Rotha. My grip tightened around my phone. She locked herself in the bathroom. The words replayed over and over, each time sharper. By the time I reached the gate, my breath was already uneven. I didn’t bother slowing down. I pushed it open so hard it slammed against the wall with a loud clang. “Mom!” I called out as I hurried inside. The living room was a mess of tension. My mother stood near the hallway, wringing her hands, her face pale with worry. My father was pacing—actually pacing—like he couldn’t stand still long enough to think straight. And Erla— Erla sat curled up on the couch, her small fingers clutching the edge of a pillow like it was the only thing keepi

Lina’s POV I didn’t even bother bathing. The thought crossed my mind for half a second, just enough to feel ridiculous for even considering it, before I shoved it aside and yanked open my wardrobe. My hands moved faster than my thoughts, pulling out the first decent thing I saw. My fingers fumbled with the fabric as I dressed, my heart pounding too loud in my ears. We have him. The words replayed over and over. They had him. Ruciano. I dragged my hair into a loose tie, not caring how messy it looked, and rushed out of my room, my footsteps heavy against the stairs as I practically ran down. “Lina?” My mother’s voice cut through the air. She was in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, hands deep in soapy water. The moment she saw me, she froze. Her expression shifted instantly—confusion first, then fear. “Why are you running like that?” she asked quickly, rinsing her hands in a hurry, soap still clinging to her fingers. I didn’t stop moving. “Mom, I’m being called at the statio

Lina’s POVI couldn’t move.I just stood there, staring at him like if I blinked too hard, he would disappear—or worse still, change into someone else entirely. It didn’t make sense. Nothing about it made sense. The resemblance wasn’t just close. It wasn’t similar. It wasn’t coincidence.It was exact.My chest rose sharply, but the air didn’t feel like it was reaching my lungs.The two men were talking—voices low, casual—but their words barely registered. It sounded distant, like they were speaking from the other end of a tunnel.All I could see…Was him.That face.That same face I had memorized years ago.“Excuse me, ma’am—”A hand touched my forearm.I snapped. “Don’t fucking touch me.” My voice came out sharp, edged with something raw. My arm jerked away like his skin had burned me.The man froze immediately, both hands shooting up in surrender.“Woah… okay,” he said quickly, eyebrows lifting. “I didn’t mean any harm. I was just asking—”“You can ask,” I cut in, my voice tight, m

Lina’s POVHe didn’t reply.Not a single word.And somehow, that silence felt louder than anything he could have said.“I think you’re Carlino,” I murmured, my words slipping over each other as he steadied me. My fingers curled into his shirt like I needed something solid to prove he was real. “You are, aren’t you?”The world tilted again, but his grip didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened—firm, unyielding, like he wasn’t going to let me fall no matter how much I tried to.“Where are you taking me to, Carlino?” I asked, blinking up at him. My vision blurred at the edges, but his face… his face stayed frustratingly clear. “Huh? You think I don’t know?”No response.Just that same unreadable expression. That same quiet presence.“My heart tells me you’re Carlino,” I went on, my voice softening, cracking in places I couldn’t control. “And I love you. My heart can’t lie to me. It won’t lie to me.”A laugh burst out of me suddenly, too loud, too sharp. It echoed weirdly in my own ears,