All Chapters of The Mafia Who Bought Me : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Elena's POV I didn't go back to my room. I couldn't. Not after that. Not after everything Dante said... and everything he didn't say. 'You're the reason the board is moving.' The words wouldn't leave my head. They stayed there-sharp, heavy, impossible to ignore. This wasn't about my father anymore. It wasn't about money. It was about me. And I hated that I didn't understand why. My steps slowed as I reached the hallway leading to the guest rooms. The one where my father was staying. I hesitated just for a second. Because part of me didn't want to go in there again. Didn't want to hear more lies. Didn't want to confirm what I was starting to suspect. But the other part of me? The part that was done being in the dark? That part pushed the door open. He was awake sitting exactly where I left him. Like he hadn't moved. Like time hadn't passed. Like he had been waiting. "Elena..." His voice was softer this time. Careful. More cautious like he didn't know what version of me had wa

Elena POV Eyes on me. AGAIN It was not subtle this time. Not hidden. But direct. I felt it the second I stepped fully into the hallway. Guards who used to look past me…Now looked at me. Staff who used to move freely…Now slowed. Stayed silent and watched. My steps didn’t stop but something inside me did. Because this wasn’t normal. This wasn’t just curiosity. This was recognition. And that—that was new. I kept walking. Heads up. Back straight. Like I didn’t feel it. Like it didn’t matter. But every step felt heavier. Every glance sharper. More deliberate. More… knowing. A group of staff stood near the far end of the hall. Talking quietly—too quietly. But the moment I got closer they went silent. Not gradual. Not subtle. Instant. Like someone had cut the sound out of the room. My jaw tightened. I slowed just enough to catch it. “…it’s her—” “Don’t—” “You don’t see it?” “I said stop talking.” My pulse dropped. Cold. I didn’t look at them. Didn’t react. I just kept walking l

Elena POV Everything was moving too fast. Too many orders. Too many footsteps. Too many doors opening and closing at once. The mansion didn’t feel like a home anymore. It felt like a battlefield. And I was standing in the middle of it with no idea what was actually happening. “You don’t leave this floor.” Dante’s voice cut through everything. It was sharp, controlled and final. I turned to him. “You’re locking me in now?” "Why do you always act like that with me?" “I’m keeping you alive.” He said. “That’s not the same thing.” I snapped. His eyes darkened slightly. “It is tonight.” That tone. The way it sounded like the conversation was already over. Like my opinion didn’t matter. “I’m not one of your men,” I said. “And you’re not in a position to argue with me Elena.” Silence snapped between us. Tight. Sharp. Because that? That was control—

I stayed in the courtyard long after everyone else had disappeared into the mansion. The floodlights still buzzed overhead, casting the blood on the stone in sharp, dark relief. No one had come to scrub it away. No one had even thrown sand over the worst of it. In any normal world, that stain would have been erased within minutes, hidden, forgotten. But this wasn’t a normal world. This was Dante’s world. And here, reminders were deliberate. They wanted the image burned into every mind: this is what happens when you fail. This is what happens when you betray. I wrapped my arms around myself, fingers pressing into my sides. The night had grown colder, but the chill barely registered. The shock I’d felt during the beating had already burned itself out, leaving behind something quieter. Something colder. Luca’s voice kept repeating in my head like a warning I couldn’t shake. That wasn’t the one. They had destroyed a man in front of all of us — broken his body, his dignity — just to wa

The words refused to leave me. She’s coming. They echoed louder with every passing second, refusing to fade no matter how hard I tried to push them down. I stood motionless in the hallway long after the body had been removed, after the bloodstains had been wiped from the marble until it gleamed again, after the guards had returned to their posts and the urgent voices had quieted to murmurs. The mansion had gone still, but my mind hadn’t. It felt like the calm before something far worse arrived. Now the threat had a shape. Not a full picture, not yet — just a single, chilling pronoun that carried weight. She. And the way the dying man had said it… like it was inevitable. Like it was already in motion. My chest tightened, but not purely from fear. It was sharper than that. Because if I had started connecting the pieces, Dante had known for much longer. Which meant he had been hiding it from me. Again. Enough. I didn’t give myself time to hesitate or talk myself out of it. I turned