All Chapters of The Mafia Who Bought Me : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The room smelled faintly of expensive perfume and polished leather, a mix that should have felt luxurious but only made my stomach twist tighter. My heels clicked painfully against the marble floor, each step echoing in the vast, high-ceilinged room. I tried to keep my head down, to disappear into myself, but it was impossible. The lights were bright, sharp, and every eye was on us. The other women were already lined up, all dressed in gowns that sparkled under the dramatic lighting. Some looked resigned, others terrified, but all of us shared one thing: we were on display, judged for value, for power, for desire. I tried to breathe, tried to steady my shaking hands. But my pulse thundered in my ears, loud and unsteady. Every whispered word, every glance from the men in the shadows, was a reminder that I had no control. This wasn’t my world. I didn’t belong in it. The crowd was intimidating. Dark suits, polished shoes, sharp eyes — each man exuded wealth and danger. Some of them ex

The room felt suffocating as I followed Dante out of the auction hall. Every step I took made my chest tighten, every echo of my heels against the floor reminded me constantly that I had no real choice anymore. My mind was a mess of questions, panic, and a deep, heavy fear. Why me? Why him of all people? I glanced at Dante once, but only briefly. I couldn’t bring myself to hold his gaze for long. He walked with a calm, controlled presence, each step deliberate and confident, like a man who knew the world moved around him and not the other way around. He didn’t speak, but the air around him felt thick with authority. Everyone we passed seemed to part instinctively, giving him space as if the world itself recognized who he was. The car waited outside, sleek and black, tinted windows hiding the interior. The men from the auction guided me inside. I hesitated, unsure whether to sit, to run, or to collapse. Dante didn't look at me, didn't give instructions. Yet, the faint click of his w

I barely slept that night. The room was quiet, yet the silence felt heavy, almost suffocating, like the walls themselves were watching me. Every sound — a floorboard creaking, the soft flutter of drapes, a distant laugh from the staff — made my heart lurch. I had tried to convince myself I was safe in this enormous mansion, that Dante Moretti wasn't looking over me every second… but the truth was undeniable. His presence lingered even when he wasn't there, a weight pressing down on me, reminding me that I was no longer free.Morning came, though I barely noticed. Light filtered faintly through the heavy drapes, turning the gold accents of the room into a soft, unreal glow. I had hoped, foolishly, that the day might bring answers — maybe even a sense of relief — but as I stepped to the door, my optimism crumbled.Dante was waiting.He didn't speak immediately. He simply stood there, tall and imposing, his black suit tailored so perfectly it seemed as though it was part of him. Dark hai

The mansion had fallen eerily silent after the conversation with Dante. Even the servants moved cautiously, like they were stepping through a house where danger could appear from any shadow. My thoughts, however, were anything but quiet. Every word Dante had said, every look, every intensity behind his eyes replayed in my mind like a looping nightmare I couldn’t wake from.I had questions which were burning, desperate questions — but fear held my tongue. Every time I thought of asking him, I felt the weight of his presence pressing down on me. His rules, his warnings, his control over this place… it was suffocating and magnetic all at once. I didn’t know whether to run or to stay, and the tug-of-war inside me was exhausting.That’s when Luca found me.He appeared quietly in the hallway outside the study, leaning casually against the frame of the doorway, though his eyes were anything but relaxed. He looked at me, really looked at me, and for the first time, I felt like someone in this