All Chapters of Sold to the Mafia king : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lina’s POVTwo days passed like smoke. I remember just pieces of it. The sound of the lock clicking. The weight of blankets. The dull ache that refused to leave my body.And Liander.That was her name. The maid who has been helping me out.I learned it the second morning when she whispered it like an apology.“My name is Liander, my lady.”She said it as she helped me sit up, her hands steady despite the tremor in her breath. I had smiled in return.She never pushed nor asked what happened. Not after the first night.She just… stayed. She stayed in the silence like an angel meant to console me. The routine never changed.Morning, she would come in with food and medicine she somehow managed to get without Kailen knowing. She fed me when my hands wouldn’t cooperate. Helped me into the bath when standing made my vision blur. Dressed me in soft fabrics that didn’t scrape against my skin.After

Lina’s POVBy the time they dragged me back upstairs, I could barely feel my legs.Not from weakness.From the cold that had settled somewhere deep in my bones.The woman walked ahead of us like she hadn’t just interrupted a branding. Like basements with ice tubs and cameras were normal morning occurrences. She didn’t look back to check if I was following.She knew I was.In the room, Liander was already waiting.Her eyes widened when she saw me — the soaked clothes, the raw wrists, the angry mark beneath my collarbone. But she didn’t gasp. Didn’t speak.“Clean her up,” the woman ordered. Calm. Efficient. “Feed her. Properly.”“Yes, ma’am,” Liander replied immediately.Ma’am.That word lodged somewhere in my head.The woman left without another glance.The door shut.Only then did Liander move.She worked fast. Warm water. A towel. Gentle hands that

Lina’s POVThe handle turned.Slowly.The door opened and Kailen’s face came into view. He stepped inside like he owned the air in the room.His sleeves were folded to his elbows, the fabric creased carelessly. A dark dragon tattoo curved along his forearm, its tail disappearing beneath the rolled cloth. One of the buttons on his shirt hung loose, the collar slightly open, exposing a glimpse of his chest.He looked like a man who had just walked out of violence and didn’t bother cleaning the evidence.I said nothing. I just watched him. Waiting. But Kailen didn’t look at me. His gaze moved straight to Liander.“Why are you still here?” His tone wasn’t loud. But it carried the kind of authority that didn’t need volume.Liander stiffened slightly. “I was bringing her food.”“You brought it,” he said flatly. “You can leave now.”Silence.For a moment I thought she might argue.However, she didn’t.Liander placed the tray back on the small table, then walked toward the door without anothe

Carlino’s POVThings were collapsing.Not loudly. Not all at once.But steadily.Shipments were delayed. Deals stalled midway through negotiations. Contracts that had been sealed months ago were suddenly “reconsidered.” Stakeholders who used to call daily had gone silent.Some withdrew entirely.Others waited.Watching.Like vultures circling a wounded animal.The office lights burned long past midnight most nights. Files stacked higher on my desk than they had in years. Reports. Losses. Territory disruptions.Sleep has become a luxury.And tonight, like the last several nights, I didn’t bother trying.Neil stood across the office while I scanned the latest shipment report. “Three containers seized in Valencia,” he said.“Customs?”“No.”My eyes lifted.“Private enforcement,” Neil continued. “They were tipped off before the ship even docked.

Carlino's POV The Black Chamber had never been meant for negotiation. It was where the truth was forced out of people when words stopped working.The air down there always felt heavier than anywhere else in the house, thick with the faint metallic scent of old blood and the damp chill of stone. The room sat beneath the bungalow like a buried secret. Everyone on the council seat knew it existed.No one ever wanted to see it.Until tonight.Niel was already waiting when I walked in. He leaned casually against a concrete pillar, flipping a serrated blade through his fingers with slow, practiced ease. The metal caught the dim light each time it turned.He didn’t ask questions.He never did.My guards dragged them inside.Marcio, Elara, and Chris stumbled across the floor, their polished shoes slipping slightly on the stained concrete. Their expensive clothes looked almost ridiculous here, like something fr