Lahat ng Kabanata ng They Gambled With My Body, My Papa Bet Their Lives: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

Inside the private room, a man who had clearly won big grabbed a chip stamped with the image of my thigh. He stuck out his tongue and licked it obscenely."Damn, this is something else. I've just licked Winona Lombardi's thigh, and my luck's already turning. I just don't know when I'll get to push this slut down and really have my way with her."Julian Vitale's voice drifted over lazily from inside the room. "What's the rush? Everyone will get their turn. A woman like that just needs someone to crook a finger at her, and she'll strip herself naked and crawl over on her own."Laughter echoed from around them.Another voice chimed in, one I had never heard before, "Honestly, Winona is so obedient. You can make her do whatever you want in bed. None of my mistresses can compare to her. Don Vitale, if you get tired of her, why don't you pass her my way?""Exactly. Just letting us watch isn't nearly enough. Every time I see her, I can't help myself, especially when I think about how fra

The atmosphere in the casino was pushed into a frenzy by that insane prize, and the chips piled higher and higher as everyone went red-eyed with greed.At that moment, the door was pushed open again, and a man with a black eyepatch over his left eye walked in.It was Domenico Carbone, Julian's sworn enemy."Don Vitale, you're in a generous mood tonight, using your own woman as a prize."Domenico's leering gaze stayed locked on me."I hear she's a walking lucky charm. Whoever touches her gets rich. My luck's been awful lately, so I'd like to borrow her to turn things around."He pulled out a chair and sat down without hesitation, openly declaring his intent to win me.Julian's expression darkened.I had long heard that no woman taken by Domenico ever met a good end.My Papa and Mamma weren't back yet, and I hadn't seen them. I couldn't die.Grabbing my last chance, I clutched Julian's sleeve. My voice shook. "Julian, don't do this. Have you forgotten who carried you out of tha

The moment Papa saw me in that state, his face darkened instantly."Winona!"Leonardo recognized him at once—Tiago Lombardi, the Don who had ruled the underworld for decades.His grip on my hair loosened slightly, and fear flashed across his face."D-Don Lombardi…"Papa ignored him and strode toward me. His men sealed off the stairwell in an instant, trapping Julian's men inside.Leonardo's face turned pale with fear. Yet remembering Julian's orders, he forced himself to say, "Don Lombardi, Don Vitale has spoken. Ms. Lombardi cannot leave!"Not only did he refuse to release me, but he also pulled out a dagger and pressed it against my neck."Don't come any closer!" he warned. His voice was trembling. "Or one slip of my hand, and Ms. Lombardi's pretty face will be ruined."Papa halted abruptly."Don Vitale?"He let out a scoff. "A traitor who climbed his way up on a woman's back thinks he deserves to use that title in my presence?"Before the words fully settled, Papa moved.

Even the guards standing nearby couldn't bear to watch anymore.I pushed the window open and looked down at him from above."Julian, do you remember what you said to me?"You said I was nothing more than a lucky toy, that without your protection I was worthless, and that I couldn't compare to Milena, not in any way. You even said you were going to hand me over to your buddies to play with."And now you're telling me you regret it?"Julian's face was drained of color. "I-I was fooled by Milena. She kept whispering things in my ear, saying you were plotting against me. I lost my head for a moment, and that's why I—"I cut him off, saying, "So, you believed her? I was with you for four years, Julian. I fought alongside you, risked my life, and poured everything I had into helping you climb to where you are. "But you chose to trust a woman you'd known for less than half a year over me. Is that what you call love?"He had nothing to say.I looked at him coldly and enunciated eve

Three years later, Matteo and I had an adorable daughter, Adriana Sorrenti.She inherited my luck and grew up bright and lovable. She was a little blessing wherever she went.Papa had long since stepped back from the underworld. He cleaned up the family's operations and gradually handed everything over to Matteo.It turned out that I hadn't misjudged him.Matteo was gentle but not weak, and decisive but not ruthless. Under his leadership, the Lombardi family's businesses not only stabilized but flourished.As for me, I finally lived the quiet, peaceful life I had always wanted.One weekend, we took Adriana to a flea market. She was fascinated by the trinkets, and Matteo held her patiently while she pointed at everything in sight.When I turned away to buy her a scoop of gelato, my gaze caught on a cluttered stall.Among rusted tins lay a dirty, round plastic token.My eyes stung. Even though the image was nearly worn away, I recognized it instantly.It was an underground casi