All Chapters of SOLD TO THE RUTHLESS MAFIA LORD: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The thick buzz in the modernized market square, loud clangs of bells and gush of sunlight on Serena's outstretched body made her stir. She stirred again and a frown grazed her face. Why does she feel restricted by something? She slowly opened her eyes and the frown morphed into a look of fear. Darkness greeted her sight, and only then did she realize that her face had been masked with something. Has she been kidnapped? Where was she? And why could she not feel her limbs? A waft of cold hit her skin indicating that she had little or nothing on, and she shivered. Is this how she was fated to die? Jumping the bridge would have been ideal.She tried to recall what happened the previous night, but it seemed like her memory had vanished on realizing the situation she was in, leaving her to figure out everything herself.Like a puzzle, the happenings of the previous night started unfolding in her head. She blinked as memories of her almost jumping off a bridge and getting caught by a strang

Instincts kicked in, sharper than she had expected. She needed to fight for her life, her dignity. She was determined to survive and escape to some unknown place where she could start life over again. Serena feigned terror when he took one step closer, and then without warning, kicked him in the groin region. He fell on his knees to the ground, howling. Mustering the last ounce of strength in her, she pulled the gate open and taking one last look at the groaning man in the dungeon, she shut the gate and fled. The darkness that enveloped the dungeon region could be touched. Serena hid a few times when some of the mafia's men walked by. There was a high possibility of her being found and punished severely and she did not want to risk it, not after what she did in the dungeon. Who knew what the stone of a don would order to be done to her this time, maybe her flesh would be fed to lions. People like him have tendencies of keeping animals like that as pets. Her temperature had spiked

Serena's PovThe air burned in my lungs like acid.His hand was still around my throat, the pressure relentless. I clawed at his wrist, my nails raking against his skin, but he didn't even flinch. He just stared down at me through those cold metallic eyes, watching me struggle like I was some insect pinned to a board."Please." I choked out, the word barely a whisper.He released me.I collapsed to the floor, gasping, coughing, sucking in air like I had been drowning. My hand went to my throat, feeling the raw tenderness where his fingers had been. Tears streamed down my face, but I refused to sob. I refused to give him that satisfaction.Dimitrio De Luca stood over me like a dark angel of death. His face was unreadable, but his eyes—those terrible, beautiful eyes—were fixed on me with an intensity that made my blood run cold."Stand up," he said.I didn't move. I couldn't. My legs had turned to jelly."I said stand up." His voice was ice. "Take off your clothes."My head snapped up.

Serena’s PovThe darkness of that tiny room had become my entire world.I had been sitting in that damp, suffocating space for what felt like hours, my knees pressed against my chest, my mind racing with thoughts of escape. The mattress beneath me was thin and lumpy, the blanket rough against my skin. I had stopped crying hours ago, my tears dried up like a river in a drought.I was still in the dress Dimitrio had torn. The fabric hung loosely off my shoulder, exposing the bruise forming on my collarbone where his fingers had gripped me. I touched the tender skin and winced.The door swung open without warning.I scrambled to my feet, my heart hammering in my chest. Malak stood in the doorway, his face expressionless. Behind him, I could see the dimly lit corridor and hear the distant sounds of the estate stirring to life."Get up," he said. "You're being moved.""Where?"He didn't answer. Just grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room.I stumbled after him, my bare feet slapping a

Serena's Pov The first thing I felt was the cold. It seeped into my skin, wrapping around me like a shroud. I shivered, my eyes fluttering open, and found myself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling made of dark wood and gold trim. Where was I? I blinked, trying to piece together the fragments of memory. The auction. Dimitrio. The slave quarters. The study. I was still in Dimitrio's study. And I had fallen asleep on his shoulder. The memory sent a jolt of panic through me. I sat up straight, my heart hammering, and looked around the room. Dimitrio was standing by the desk, his back to me. He was holding something small and wrapped in cloth. His shoulders were tense, his posture rigid. "Finally awake?" he asked without turning around. I opened my mouth to respond, and then I saw it. The package on his desk. It was small, wrapped in bloodstained paper, and it was open. Inside, I could see something that made my stomach lurch. A human thumb, severed at the joint, still glisteni