Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sold to the Mafia king : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Lina’s POV I didn’t sleep after what happened between I and Kailen. After he left, after the click of the lock sealed me in again, I stood in the center of the room and waited. For footsteps. For shouting. For torture. For pain. But nothing came as I expected. The night stretched thin and brittle. Every time I thought I heard movement beyond the door, my pulse kicked, but it was only the guards shifting positions. Only silence pressing in. He said I would feel the consequences. So I waited for the consequences, I waited to feel them. My reason to fight out of this was gone. I didn't even know if I'll have any other reason to fight out of this. The morning light crept in through the windows, pale and indifferent. Liander didn’t come this morning. No breakfast. No medicine. There was no soft knock before the lock turned. That was when I knew. The door flew open without warning. Kailen walked in first. He wasn’t drunk this time. His suit was immaculate, tie straight, hair combed b

Lina’s POV I stayed standing for a moment, staring at the empty space where she’d been. Kailen’s wife. How's that possible? How does a man like Kailen get married without the world knowing? In this world, marriages weren’t love stories. They were alliances. Contracts. Power shifts. And power shifts leaked. Someone always talked. If the underworld knew, Carlino would know. But he didn’t. Which meant one of two things. Either Kailen had kept his marriage buried so deep even his enemies couldn’t sniff it out— Or Pathy was far more dangerous than I thought. I sat down slowly on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. She’d offered me escape. Just like that. No screaming. No threats. No theatrics. Only a bargain. A chance or perhaps a choice to trust. But Ruciano I had trusted him once too but what did he do? Stab me in the back. And I’d bled for believing him. I'm still bleeding. What if Pathy was the same? What if she smiled me out of this estate only to deli

Lina's POV Pathy stood at the doorway. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, like she had sprinted the whole estate. A few strands of her dark hair had fallen loose from her usual neat style, and her hand that still gripped the doorframe as if she needed it to steady herself was shaking slightly. Pathy that was composed and controlled now looked… shaken by whatever she has witnessed or whatever that was currently happening. “What happened? he asked. His voice was quiet, but there was a sharp edge beneath it. Pathy looked straight at him. For a second she didn’t speak. Her eyes alone said everything. Her eyes darted between Kailen and I. I could sense it. Danger. It had already reached the estate. It was at that moment she said it. “The estate has been invaded.” The words hit the room like a bomb. A deafening silence followed. Kailen’s jaw tightened. “Carlino,” he muttered under his breath. “He reached my ho…” his words came out in whispers. He didn’t even hesitate to move. Onl

Carlino’s POV Two more days passed. Two days of watching the same three shadows move. Marcio. Elara. Chris. My men tracked every meeting, every call, every step they took. But the trail kept circling back on itself. No Kailen. No location. No mistake. They were careful. Too careful. Which meant one thing—they knew exactly how much protection the council gave them. But that protection ends today. Because there were rules in Cosa Nostra. A king could accuse. But a council decided whether one of their own could be dragged to interrogation… or execution. But today, I had the power to drag them. So I called the meeting. Not a suggestion. A summon. Every council member received it within an hour. And when a Mafia king summons the council, no one refuses. ~~~ The council chamber inside the bungalow was silent when I arrived. The door opened slowly as one of my guards stepped aside. Inside, the long obsidian table stretched across the room, surrounded by leather chairs. Dim lights

Carlino’s POV The order went out the moment I stepped out of the Black Chamber. Quietly. No retaliation announcement. No spectacle. No war declaration. Just silence. “Niel,” I said as we walked down the corridor. He fell into step beside me, blade already gone from his hand like it had never existed. “Yes, Don.” “Cut Kailen’s supply routes again. I need him distract, so our attack on his home wouldn't be expected.” He didn’t ask which ones. He already knew. Kailen’s empire didn’t breathe through violence. It breathed through logistics—ports, shipments, shell companies moving cargo that never appeared on paper. Break the arteries, and the body suffocates. “Tonight?” Niel asked. “Now.” I stopped at the end of the hall and turned toward him. “No fireworks. No signatures. I want confusion. I want his people waking up to empty docks and stalled trucks by morning.” Niel’s mouth twitched faintly. The closest thing he had to a smile. “Roger that. I’ll orchestrate it.” “Good.” I