All Chapters of Sold To Mafia King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“That’s impossible.”Aruna’s voice sounded foreign to her own ears.Her fingers trembled as if her body refused to accept what Marco had just said. The room felt too small, too quiet, as if the walls were closing in on her.“My mother is dead,” she whispered. “I saw the hospital report. I signed the papers. I buried her.”Marco did not look away. “Reports can be forged. Graves can be empty.”Aruna shook her head violently. “Stop. Don’t say that.”Dante stepped closer, his presence grounding her before she collapsed.“Look at me,” he said.She did not want to.“Aruna,” he repeated, firmer this time.She lifted her eyes slowly.“You need to hear this,” Dante said.Her breath hitched. “I don’t want to.”Marco spoke again, his tone careful, almost reluctant.“We found traces of medical transfers,” he said. “Your mother was moved to a private facility two days after the surgery. The record was erased. Someone paid a lot of money to make her disappear.”Aruna felt the air leave her lungs.D

“Mom?”Aruna barely recognized her own voice.The woman behind the gate stepped forward slowly. The courtyard lights made her look thinner, paler, older than the memory Aruna had kept in her heart, but the shape of her face was unmistakable.“Aruna…” she said softly.Aruna’s heart raced. She moved forward instinctively, but Dante caught her wrist.“Wait,” he said quietly.She turned to him. “That’s my mother.”“I know,” Dante replied. “That’s why.”The iron gate opened with a slow, heavy sound.The woman walked out and stopped a few steps away from them. Her eyes searched Aruna’s face as if trying to make sure she was real.“You’ve grown so much,” she whispered.“I thought you were dead,” Aruna said, her voice trembling.The woman’s expression shifted. The faint smile faded.“I didn’t have a choice,” she said.Aruna frowned. “No choice?”Dante stepped forward, standing beside Aruna. His voice was cold.“We didn’t come here for memories,” he said. “We came for answers.”The woman looke

You belong to me now.”The words were not spoken loudly, yet they wrapped around Althea’s chest like iron chains.The world outside the penthouse was drowned in rain. The city lights blurred behind the glass walls, reflecting the chaos inside her mind. Her hands trembled, not from cold, but from the realization that her life had crossed a line she could never erase.Dante Moretti stood before her, tall and composed, his presence dominating the room without effort. His dark eyes were unreadable, as if emotions were foreign concepts he had long abandoned.“I didn’t agree to this,” Althea whispered.Dante tilted his head slightly, as if amused. “You did. The moment your boss signed the contract.”Her breath hitched. “I’m not a thing that can be sold.”“No,” Dante replied calmly. “You’re a woman who was desperate enough to survive.”The words stabbed deeper than any insult.Althea clenched her fists. “If you want money, I’ll pay it back. I’ll work harder. I’ll do anything. Just don’t trap

The mansion felt like a grave.Althea stood in the middle of the vast hall, her breath uneven, her heart pounding as if it were trying to break free from her chest. The silence was unnatural, too clean, too deliberate. No footsteps. No voices. No guards.Only emptiness.“Dante…” she whispered.Her voice echoed back at her, weak and lonely.She ran through the corridors, her footsteps hurried, her mind spiraling with fear and questions. Every door she opened led to the same answer: nothing.He was gone.Her phone vibrated in her hand, the screen still dark from the call that had ended seconds ago. Adrian’s voice echoed in her memory.Are you ready to become the reason he falls?Her fingers trembled.She did not know whether to be afraid of Adrian or of herself.Hours later, the mansion slowly came back to life.Cars arrived at the gates.Men in black suits entered with tense expressions.Elena rushed toward Althea the moment she saw her.“Where have you been?” Elena asked sharply.“I w

The first thing Althea felt was cold.Not the kind of cold that came from air or water, but the kind that seeped into her bones, wrapping around her thoughts like invisible chains.Her eyes opened slowly.White ceiling.Soft lights.The smell of antiseptic.For a moment, she thought she was back in the hospital where her mother had died.Her heart clenched violently.Then reality returned.She was lying on a bed, her wrists no longer tied. The room was spacious, modern, and disturbingly luxurious. Silver curtains covered tall windows. The walls were painted in calm neutral colors, as if someone had tried to disguise a prison as a sanctuary.She sat up abruptly.Memories crashed into her mind.The gunshot.The darkness.Dante’s voice calling her name.Adrian’s laughter.Her breath became uneven.She was not in Dante’s world anymore.She was in Adrian’s.The door opened silently.Adrian walked in, wearing a dark shirt and a faint smile that never reached his eyes.“You’re awake,” he sai