All Chapters of Betrayed By My Sister, Claimed By The Mafia King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Voices.Laughter.A camera flash.I tried to move. My body refused to obey. My limbs felt heavy, unresponsive. Every nerve in me screamed, but nothing obeyed.Then a door slammed somewhere nearby. Silence followed. Heavy. Oppressive. Terrifying.When I opened my eyes fully, I realized I wasn’t in the glittering hall of the De Luca estate anymore.Silk sheets. Soft, impossibly smooth against my skin. Dim lighting stretched across the room, casting long shadows on polished floors and elegant furniture. A faint scent of expensive cologne lingered in the air.And I wasn’t alone.A tall figure stood by the window, his back to me.Panic surged through my chest. My heart hammered so violently I was sure it could be heard in the room.“What… what happened?” My voice trembled, weak and barely audible.He didn’t turn immediately. He moved with deliberate slowness, as though every motion had been carefully calculated.“Your sister and my son,” he said finally, his voice calm but dangerous, “are

That evening, the estate was quieter than usual. The sun had set hours ago, leaving the sky a deep shade of indigo that pressed against the massive windows of the De Luca estate. The halls, usually alive with laughter, chatter, and the faint clinking of glasses, were now eerily still. Even the faint hum of the city outside seemed to pause in respect—or perhaps in fear—of the house and the man who ruled it.I followed Marcello down the long corridor, my heels clicking softly against the polished marble floors. Each step felt like a countdown, a slow march toward something I wasn’t prepared to face. My pulse raced, and my palms were slick with sweat. The events of the past twenty-four hours still clung to me like a shadow I couldn’t shake: the photos, the headlines, Bianca’s betrayal, Lorenzo’s absence, and the overwhelming weight of Marcello’s presence.He led me into his office—a room I had only glimpsed from the hallway on rare occasions before. Mahogany walls, shelves lined with lea

I didn’t feel ready.That was the truth I couldn’t say out loud.Two weeks had passed since the wedding, but it still didn’t feel real. Sometimes I would wake up and forget where I was until I saw the high ceilings, the heavy curtains, the quiet luxury that didn’t belong to me.Or until I remembered whose name I carried now.Mrs. De Luca.The title still felt strange in my mouth.“Madam?”I turned slightly as one of the staff stood at the door, her voice soft and careful. “It’s time.”Time.For the gala.My first appearance since everything happened. Since the scandal. Since the wedding. Since my life stopped being mine.I nodded, even though my stomach tightened. “Okay.”When she left, I looked at myself in the mirror again.The dress was beautiful. Deep black, simple but elegant, hugging my body in a way that made me feel both confident and exposed. My hair was styled neatly, my makeup soft but intentional.I looked composed.Like nothing had ever happened.But my hands were cold.I

The morning after the confrontation with Lorenzo left me restless. I could feel the weight of his betrayal pressing against my chest, but I also felt Marcello’s protective presence lingering in every corner of my mind. Even though he hadn’t physically been there all night, I knew he was watching, aware, always one step ahead.I tried to focus on small tasks, organizing the papers in my room, sipping bitter coffee, keeping myself busy but every phone notification made my stomach twist. Messages from journalists, strangers, even supposed friends: questions, accusations, rumors. The scandal had not ended. It had only evolved.I knew the people behind Bianca and Lorenzo weren’t finished either. They were patient, calculating, and dangerous. Every whispered conversation, every suspicious glance outside the estate reminded me that my life was now a chessboard, and I was a piece others wanted to control or destroy.Marcello entered my room quietly, his presence filling the space before his v

The night air was heavy with tension as I walked through the De Luca estate toward the private study. Every step echoed in the silent corridors, each one a reminder of the life I no longer had—the life I had lost to betrayal, scandal, and power I could barely comprehend. I had a choice to make tonight. The culmination of everything—every insult, every betrayal, every threat—had led to this moment. My independence or my survival. My autonomy or my connection to Marcello. And perhaps, in ways I didn’t want to admit, my heart. Lorenzo waited, as I knew he would, in a corner of the room. His expression was a careful mask of arrogance, but the anger in his eyes betrayed him. Bianca lingered behind him, lips pressed together, hands trembling slightly. Both of them had underestimated me, underestimated the consequences of their betrayal. “You can’t keep hiding behind him,” Lorenzo said, his voice sharp. “You think you’re safe, but he will never truly let you be free. Don’t pretend you o