All Chapters of Sold To Mafia King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

No one moved.Not immediately.The room held its breath as if something irreversible had already begun—and everyone inside it understood that whatever came next would not be undone.Aruna stood at the center.Not because they placed her there.Because she stepped into it.Dante remained beside her, his presence steady, controlled, but no longer overshadowing her. The shift was subtle, but undeniable. He wasn’t shielding her anymore.He was standing with her.Marco stayed closer to the perimeter, eyes constantly moving, reading angles, exits, threats. The tension in his posture had sharpened into something more tactical. He wasn’t reacting anymore either.He was anticipating.Across from them, the man remained calm.Too calm.As if this moment was not unexpected.As if it had always been inevitable.And near the doorway—Aruna’s mother.Alive.Watching.Waiting.The truth was no longer something hidden.But it wasn’t complete.Not yet.“You said I’m something you were trying to protect

No one spoke after that.She’s coming for you.The sentence stayed in the air like smoke after an explosion—thick, suffocating, impossible to ignore.Aruna stood completely still, but inside her mind everything was moving too fast. Questions. Possibilities. Fragments of fear she refused to name. She could feel Dante watching her carefully from beside her, measuring her reaction the same way he always did.But this time—She didn’t react.Not outwardly.And somehow, that unsettled him more.Marco broke first. “Okay, I think we skipped several important details.” His eyes snapped toward the man. “Who the hell is she?”The man’s expression hardened slightly. “Her name was Evelyn.”“Was?” Aruna repeated quietly.A pause.“She stopped using names a long time ago.”The room turned colder.Her mother lowered her gaze slightly, and Aruna noticed the tension immediately.Fear.Not caution.Not concern.Fear.That alone told Aruna enough.“She scares you,” Aruna said.Her mother looked up slowl

The question stayed in the air long after Evelyn stopped speaking.Would you still choose him if loving him is what destroys you?No one moved.No one interrupted.Even Marco stayed silent for once, because something about the moment felt too sharp to touch carelessly.Aruna stared at the screen.At the woman who looked more like a ghost than a human being.Evelyn’s eyes were terrifying—not because they were cold, but because they carried the weight of someone who had already lost everything and survived anyway.That kind of person was dangerous.Not unpredictable.Worse.Certain.Dante stepped slightly forward, enough to partially block the screen from Aruna’s line of sight.“Don’t answer her.”Evelyn’s gaze shifted toward him immediately.“There it is again,” she said softly. “Control disguised as concern.”Dante’s voice dropped lower. “You don’t know the difference anymore.”Silence.Something flickered across Evelyn’s expression.Fast.Pain.Gone just as quickly.Interesting.Arun

The hallway fell into absolute silence.Not the silence of peace.The silence before violence.Red emergency lights flickered weakly above them, painting the stranger’s face in shifting shadows. Smoke curled through the corridor floor while distant gunfire echoed somewhere deeper inside the collapsing building.But none of it mattered.Because the moment the man appeared—Everything changed.Dante stepped fully in front of Aruna without hesitation, his gun already raised. Marco mirrored him instantly from the side, weapon steady despite the tension flooding the corridor.The stranger looked completely unimpressed.His gaze remained fixed on Aruna.Cold.Clinical.Interested.“Interesting,” he repeated softly.Aruna felt her pulse sharpen. Not fear exactly. Something stranger.Recognition.Not of him.Of what he represented.Control.The same kind she had spent her entire life trapped beneath.“Who are you?” Dante asked coldly.The man finally looked toward him.And smiled faintly.“Yo

"She hasn’t remembered the worst part yet.”The words followed them into the tunnel like a curse.Concrete shook violently overhead as Dante slammed the metal hatch shut behind them. The impact echoed through the underground passage while dust rained from the ceiling.Then—Silence.Not true silence.The distant sound of collapsing steel still groaned above them. Explosions thundered somewhere far behind. The city itself sounded like it was breaking apart.But inside the tunnel—Everything narrowed into breathing.Footsteps.Fear.Aruna moved forward numbly beside Dante while Marco guided the flashlight ahead through the darkness. The narrow underground path stretched endlessly beneath Jakarta like something abandoned years ago.Cold air.Rust.Moisture dripping from cracked pipes.And Lucien’s final sentence repeating inside her head over and over again.She hasn’t remembered the worst part yet.“What did he mean?” Aruna asked quietly.No one answered immediately.That alone terrifie