All Chapters of The Mafia Who Bought Me : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The mansion was quiet—too quiet. The storm of the past few nights had passed, leaving a strange, eerie calm. Every hallway seemed softer somehow, yet the weight of Dante's presence still lingered in the air, like smoke that refused to dissipate. I could feel it in the small shiver that ran down my spine every time a shadow moved just a little differently than expected. I had tried to sleep earlier, but it was impossible. My mind kept replaying everything—the attack, the way Dante had moved, the control he exuded, the dangerous smile when he promised to destroy anyone who even thought of hurting me. My chest tightened at the memory. How could someone be so terrifying and so… magnetic at the same time? Eventually, I gave up trying to sleep and wandered through the quieter wing of the mansion, hoping to find some semblance of peace. The soft glow of the sconces along the hall cast gentle shadows that danced along the walls, but even this calm was deceptive. Every creak of the floorboar

The echo of the gunshot still rang in my ears. For a moment I stood frozen in the hallway, my fingers gripping the edge of the door. "What… was that?" I whispered. Luca didn't answer immediately. His jaw tightened slightly as his eyes flicked down the corridor. "Probably nothing you need to worry about," he said. I stared at him. "You think I'm stupid?" "No," he replied calmly. "I think you're safer not knowing certain things." That answer only made the uneasiness in my stomach grow worse. The mansion was too quiet. Usually I could hear guards moving somewhere in the distance or voices echoing faintly from downstairs. But now there was nothing. Just silence. And the memory of that gunshot. Before I could press Luca for more answers, a loud noise suddenly came from the far end of the hallway. Heavy footsteps. Several of them. Both of them turned. Two guards appeared first, dragging someone between them. At first I couldn't see the person clearly. H

I didn’t sleep.Not a single minute. Every time I closed my eyes, the memory of the auction—the screaming, the chaos, the shadows of men moving around me—raced back like a relentless storm. My chest ached. My hands trembled. And yet, through the haze of exhaustion and fear, one thought refused to leave me: the file.Dante had it. He had kept it hidden. My name was on it. ELENA ROSSI. I remembered seeing it once before, in his office, hidden among stacks of folders and papers, a black binder that seemed ordinary enough but carried the weight of everything I didn’t know about my life.I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I needed to know. Not because I wanted to pry or challenge him—I had learned quickly that questioning Dante Moretti came with risks. But because it was my life. Every memory, every piece of my past, every secret I didn’t know… it belonged to me. And I had a right to it.The mansion was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that felt alive, like it was listening. The walls,

I made my way toward the study where Luca usually worked. I needed answers, or at least a thread I could follow. I had confronted Dante, and while he’d admitted to knowing about the woman in the photo, he hadn’t given me anything concrete. Not a name. Not a reason. Just… hints, shadows of memories that belonged to someone else’s life. Luca looked up from his desk as I entered. The warm lamplight painted his face in soft gold, but even it couldn’t soften the tension that seemed to hang over the room. “Luca,” I said cautiously. “I need to ask you something.” He tilted his head, eyes sharp, curious, but not threatening. “Go on.” I hesitated for a fraction of a second, then took a deep breath. “The file Dante keeps on me… the woman in the photograph. Do you know who she is?” Luca’s hand froze mid-motion over a stack of papers. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, the faintest shadow passing over his face. I knew that look. It was the same look Dante use

The night air was heavy with tension as I walked through the gardens, trying to calm my racing thoughts. Ever since the conversation with Dante, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone—or something was out there, waiting. The estate was usually quiet at night, the only sounds the distant hum of the city and the rustle of leaves in the wind. But tonight… tonight felt different.Every shadow seemed sharper. Every rustle seemed deliberate. And every flicker of light through the trees made my heart skip a beat.I had barely reached the fountain when I felt it: a subtle shift in the atmosphere, a presence watching me.I froze, eyes scanning the perimeter, every muscle tensed. My mind raced through possibilities: intruder, rival family, or maybe… Dante’s enemies.I didn’t have to wait long. A flash of movement near the hedges caught my attention—a figure crouched low, almost invisible in the darkness. My stomach dropped.“Stay calm,” I whispered to myself, though my voice trembled. I want