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

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A Night Alone

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 Knock

The knock came again soft and controlled.But in the silence of the hallway outside my room, it sounded thunderous. I sat upright on the edge of the bed, my heart pounding wildly against my ribs.For a moment I didn't move.The mansion was rarely quiet, but tonight something felt… different. The air itself felt heavy, like the walls were holding their breath.Another knock came. Three taps this time.I swallowed hard. My mind raced through possibilities.An intruder? One of Dante's guards?Or worse… someone who had slipped past the security I knew surrounded this place.Slowly, i slid off the bed and padded toward the door.My fingers hovered over the handle."Who is it?" I called softly.There was a brief pause before a familiar voice answered."Luca."Relief flooded my chest.I quickly opened the door.Luca stood in the dimly lit hallway, his dark suit slightly wrinkled and his expression tight. A few guards lingered at the far end of the corridor, whispering to each other in hushed

No Mercy

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

The Basement

I couldn't sleep no matter how hard I tried.I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, the sound of that gunshot replaying in my head again and again.It had echoed through the mansion like thunder. Loud.Final.And the worst part? No one reacted.No shouting.No panic.Nothing just silence.My fingers curled into the sheets beneath me. This place was terrifying.Earlier tonight, Marco had been walking these same halls like he belonged here. Confident. Smug. Untouchable.Now he was somewhere downstairs beaten, broken.And possibly—I squeezed my eyes shut. No.I couldn't think like that. But Dante's voice kept echoing in my head traitors don't get second chances.I sat up suddenly and my chest felt tight.I needed air... Or maybe I just needed answers.Before I could change my mind, I slipped out of bed and walked quietly to the door. My hand hovered over the handle for a moment.This was a bad idea and I knew it.But curiosity pushed me forward anyway.I opened the door slowly. The hall

The File

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,

Questions

The mansion felt suffocating. Even in the daylight, the shadows clung to the corners of the hallways like silent watchers. My mind wouldn’t stop racing. The file. The photograph. The woman who looked so much like me. And Dante… standing there, his eyes dark and unreadable, as if he could see through every thought in my head. I couldn’t ignore it. I couldn’t pretend it didn’t exist. I had to confront him. I had to know. I found him in the sitting room, leaning back in a leather chair, hands folded over his lap, eyes fixed on some distant point outside the window. The sunlight caught his profile, making the sharp angles of his jaw and cheekbones seem even more severe. I wanted to look away, to turn and flee, but I couldn’t. Not now. “Dante,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. He looked at me slowly, and the intensity of his gaze made my stomach tighten. “Elena,” he said, calm, measured. But there was something in his tone—something warning that I had learned to re

The Woman

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

Dangerous Similarity

The first time I saw Dante after speaking with Luca, I could feel the air between us charged with something I couldn’t quite name. It wasn’t anger. Not exactly. It was something more subtle, more dangerous—like standing near a cliff and realizing the wind could either lift you or push you over. He was in the library, the low hum of the fireplace filling the room with a warm, flickering glow. Dante stood by the massive window, hands clasped behind his back, staring out at the gardens. His silhouette was imposing, every line of his body taut with control. But the moment I stepped in, he turned—and his eyes found me. I froze. The intensity in his gaze made my heart stutter. There was a weight there, something raw and unspoken. Something I wasn’t meant to understand yet I felt it, deep in my chest. “Elena,” he said quietly. His voice carried that same controlled calm, but beneath it, a tremor I hadn’t noticed before. “We need to talk.” I swallowed, suddenly aware that my hands were c

Enemies Watching

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

Protection

The morning came with a quiet that felt wrong. Even after last night, the mansion seemed to hold its breath, as if the walls themselves were waiting for something to happen. I moved cautiously through the halls, every step deliberate, every sound magnified in my ears. Dante appeared in the doorway of the main hall like he always did—calm, unshakable, a presence that made the air heavier. I stopped, suddenly aware of how exposed I felt in my simple clothes, hair loose, hands empty. He didn’t speak at first. He just watched me, his gaze assessing, protective, calculating. “You’re tense,” he said softly, but there was a steel under his voice I couldn’t ignore. “I…” I hesitated. “I’m fine.” He didn’t accept that answer. He stepped closer, and I felt the familiar pull in my chest that made my knees almost weak. “You’re not,” he said. “You’re frightened. And you have a reason to be.” I swallowed hard. I was frightened, yes. Afraid of enemies lurking outside, of shadows hiding knives,

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