Alle Kapitel von Sold to the Mafia king : Kapitel 131 – Kapitel 140

Lina’s POV I stared at Agatha, silently feeding on every word she said. She was right. If Carlino had truly left that world behind… would I even survive in the new one he created for himself? Would it finally be peaceful? Or would chaos simply wear a different face this time? Yes, I loved him. That was the problem. I loved him enough to be able to let myself destroy if I wasn’t careful. But my children? No matter how deeply I loved Carlino, I could never drag Rotha and Erla into danger just because my heart refused to let go. I released a long breath, my fingers tightening around the glass of water in my hand. Agatha watched me quietly before speaking again. “Lina, emotions are complex. What makes us human is how we're made up, the emotions we feel, and how we control those emotions so they don't control us,” she said subtly. “I…” My voice faded. “Listen to me, Lina. I'm not saying you're wrong. I'm not saying it's stupid to feel this way. I'm not saying loving him could cage y

Lina’s POVAs he walked farther away from me, he continued fading, until I lost sight of him.Not literally because I could still see the outline of his back disappearing into the distance, tall and composed like he hadn’t just ripped my chest open. But everything around me blurred slowly after that. The sounds of children laughing. The evening breeze. The rustling leaves above us.All of it became distant.I could only hear my heartbeat. Loud. Painfully loud.It echoed inside my ears like something breaking apart over and over again. My chest hurt so badly I almost pressed my hand against it to make sure my heart was still there.Because it genuinely felt like Carlino had taken it with him again.Years later…And he still had that kind of power over me.My throat tightened painfully. I tried swallowing it down. Tried forcing myself to breathe normally. But God… How was I supposed to breathe after hearing him say there was no “we” anymore?How was I supposed to stand there pretending

Carlino’s POV Making that decision hadn’t been easy, but for once, I wanted to believe she could fight for herself. Lina had never been weak. Letting Ruciano return to her life could ruin the fragile peace she had built over the years, but I was willing to take that risk. I wanted to trust her strength instead of constantly stepping in to save her. I remained inside the house directly opposite hers, watching silently from behind drawn curtains. I had bought the place the moment I moved to California. The decision had been impulsive, driven by one thing alone—I needed to stay close to her without her ever knowing. All this time, no one in that house had ever seen me leave or enter mine. I existed like a ghost on the other side of the street, blending so perfectly into the shadows that my presence became invisible. I had watched her the entire day. Everything had been normal. The same routine she followed every other day unfolded exactly the same today, and for a while, I allowed mys

Carlino’s POVMoving to New York had been one of the hardest decisions I had ever made. Not because the city was unfamiliar or because the work was heavy, but because staying here meant staying away from Lina. From Tesoro. From the only place that had ever felt like home in a way I could not explain even to myself.I had forced restraint into my bones like it was something permanent. I did not look her up. I did not ask questions about her. I did not let Aiden slip her name into conversations unless it was absolutely necessary. It was the only way I could keep myself from breaking every promise I made to leave her life untouched.The house Aiden got for me sat high above the city, glass walls overlooking the restless lights of New York. Everything inside was designed for function, not comfort. It had everything a man like me would need—office space, security systems, silence thick enough to drown thoughts.But it did not have warmth. It did not have her. It had only been a couple of h

Carlino’s POVAfter Ruciano ran away, my attention shifted back to the girls. It was the first time since their birth that I had stood this close to them, seeing them up close. I lowered myself onto the ground, kneeling, meeting their height as they stared back at me just as intently.I studied them in silence, taking in every detail. Erla had my eyes—something I had always known, but never seen this clearly, this close. Even her nose mirrored mine. She looked like a smaller, softer version of me. A girl shaped from my reflection. Rotha, on the other hand, was unmistakably her mother’s child. Every feature belonged to Lina. The long dark hair, hazel eyes, skin tone. Everything.Something stirred in my chest, something hot, buried, long restrained. Emotions I had kept locked away clawed their way back to the surface. Still, I forced a smile as I called them closer.“You’re beautiful,” I said quietly, almost gently.“Thank you,” Erla replied simply.Rotha on the other hand said nothing.