All Chapters of Owned by Rafael Aragon- The Mafia King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Chapter 2 (Flashback)Rafael Aragon didn’t attend parties for pleasure.He attended for power.The penthouse overlooking the city was full of politicians, CEOs, investors — all pretending they weren’t measuring each other’s worth with every handshake.He was halfway through a conversation about foreign investments when he felt it.A shift.His eyes moved instinctively across the room.And then he saw her.She wasn’t dressed to impress anyone.No flashy diamonds. No desperate laughter. No calculated smiles.She stood near the bar in a deep red dress, simple but devastating. One hand wrapped around a champagne flute, the other resting lightly on the counter.She looked slightly out of place.Not insecure.Just… uninterested.That caught his attention.“Who is she?” he asked quietly.His associate followed his gaze. “Dr. Dianne Cruz. Trauma surgeon. The hospital director’s niece.”A surgeon.Interesting.Rafael watched as a man tried to flirt with her. She gave him a polite smile — dist

Chapter 4“I’m not going to your house.”Dianne’s voice was steady, but her fingers were still slightly cold from what had just happened.Rafael looked at her like she had said something unreasonable.“You’re not staying alone tonight.”“I’ll call security. I’ll stay with my aunt.”“No.”The single word was calm.Final.She crossed her arms. “You don’t get to order me around.”He stepped closer — not aggressively, but close enough that she had to tilt her chin up to meet his eyes.“I’m not ordering you,” he said quietly. “I’m making sure you wake up tomorrow.”The weight of that sentence hit her harder than she expected.The parking lot was already cleared. His men were gone. The two attackers taken somewhere she didn’t want to imagine.“You’re overreacting,” she muttered.His jaw tightened. “They grabbed you.”“And you shot at them.”“I missed on purpose.”That unsettled her.Because she believed him.He opened the car door. “Get in.”She hesitated.Then she got in.⸻Rafael’s mansio

Chapter 6 The penthouse was too quiet.Not peaceful quiet.Not comfortable quiet.The kind of silence that pressed against the walls like something waiting to happen.Dianne stood near the glass window, arms folded loosely as she stared at the city lights below. From this height, everything looked smaller. Manageable. Controlled.Predictable.Unlike her life now.Three days.She had been in Rafael’s penthouse for three days since the attack in the hospital parking lot.Three days of security escorts.Three days of scheduled drivers.Three days of subtle surveillance that was never openly acknowledged.Protection, he called it.Containment, she thought.Behind her, she heard the soft click of a door closing.She didn’t turn immediately.She already knew it was him.Rafael never walked loudly.Never rushed.Never announced his presence.He simply… appeared.“You didn’t eat dinner.”His voice was calm. Observant. Not accusatory.Dianne exhaled slowly. “I wasn’t hungry.”A pause followed