บททั้งหมดของ Sold To Mafia King: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

“Don’t look back.”Dante’s voice was low, controlled, but it carried an authority that left no room for argument.Aruna did not look back.Her fingers were still wrapped in his hand as he led her through the narrow corridor behind the bar. The music from the main hall faded with every step, replaced by the sound of her own heartbeat pounding too loudly in her ears. Her heels clicked against the floor, uneven, rushed. She nearly stumbled, but Dante tightened his grip without slowing down.“You’re shaking,” he said.She laughed weakly. “You’re holding a gun. I think I’m allowed to.”He did not respond.They reached the back door. One of his men was already there, tall and broad, dressed in black like a shadow that had learned how to breathe.“Car’s ready,” the man said.Dante nodded. “Anyone following?”“No.”“Good.”The door opened.Cold night air hit Aruna’s face as she was guided outside. The city felt different back here, darker, quieter. No neon lights. No laughter. Just a black ca

“You don’t leave this house without me.”Dante said it while fastening the cuff of his watch, as if he were giving an ordinary instruction. Like telling someone not to forget their keys.Aruna stood near the window, arms folded across her chest. The city outside looked deceptively calm. Cars moved. People lived. Somewhere out there, life went on as if nothing had changed.For her, everything had.“I didn’t ask to be part of your war,” she said quietly.Dante lifted his gaze to meet hers. “Wars don’t ask for permission.”She turned away from the window. “You’re saying my mother was killed. That someone planned it. And you expect me to just sit here and accept it?”“I expect you to stay alive,” he replied.“That’s not an answer.”“It’s the only one that matters right now.”She exhaled sharply. “You’re controlling everything.”“Yes.”“At least you’re honest,” she muttered.Dante stepped closer. “You confuse control with care.”She laughed, short and bitter. “Those two look very similar f

“Sit down.”Dante’s voice left no room for resistance.Aruna stood frozen near the bed, her eyes still fixed on the dark stains splattered across his sleeve. The smell of metal lingered faintly in the air, sharp and real. This was no longer an abstract danger. It had spilled into the room with him.“You’re bleeding,” she said.He glanced down at his arm. “It’s not mine.”“That doesn’t make it better.”“It does,” he replied calmly. “For you.”She obeyed, sitting slowly as if her legs might give out at any second. Her heart was still racing, the echo of gunshots ringing in her ears long after the silence had returned.Dante removed his jacket and tossed it aside. There was no hesitation in his movements, no sign that what had just happened affected him beyond logistics.“How many?” she asked quietly.“Enough to send a message.”Her stomach twisted. “What message?”“That you are not negotiable.”The words sent a chill through her.He crouched in front of her, finally at eye level. His ga

Aruna woke to silence, but the weight in her chest had not lifted.Dante had already left the room when she opened her eyes. A faint light streamed through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. She noticed a folder on the table, marked in Dante’s precise handwriting: “Read. Understand. Survive.”Her hands trembled as she opened it. Inside were documents, hospital records, and notes written in code she didn’t understand. But one thing was clear: her mother’s surgery was no accident.“They lied,” she whispered.Dante stepped back into the room without knocking, his expression unreadable. “You found it.”“I… what is this?” she asked, voice shaking. “Why would they…? My mother… she didn’t deserve this.”Dante moved closer. His eyes, dark as midnight, never left hers. “No one does, Aruna. But some people profit from pain. Your mother knew too much, and someone wanted her silenced. You were collateral… until now.”She swallowed hard, struggling to breathe. “Until now?”“Yes,” D

“You’re joking.”Aruna’s voice was barely steady.Dante did not answer immediately. He stood near the window, his silhouette framed by the city lights outside the safe house. The world beyond the glass looked peaceful, as if nothing violent had happened hours ago.“I never joke about strategy,” he said finally.Aruna stared at him. “Marriage is not strategy. It’s a life.”“In my world,” Dante replied calmly, “everything is strategy. Including life.”Her hands clenched into fists. “You want to marry me because your enemies told you to?”“I want to marry you,” he corrected, “because they think I won’t.”She let out a shaky laugh. “That’s insane.”“Yes,” he said simply. “That’s why it works.”Marco stood beside the table, arms crossed. His expression was serious, but his eyes flickered with doubt.“This plan will change everything,” Marco said. “Once you announce it, every family will react. Allies will question you. Enemies will attack harder.”“That’s the point,” Dante answered.Aruna