All Chapters of SOLD TO THE RUTHLESS MAFIA LORD: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Nadia's Pov I watched her from the shadows. The red-haired slave. The one who had taken everything that should have been mine. She walked through the garden with Malak trailing behind her like a loyal dog. The guards nodded at her now. The servants smiled. Even Matteo, who had never liked me, treated her with respect. It made me sick. Three weeks ago, I was the woman who would be the don's wife. My father had promised me. He had told me that Dimitrio would accept me, that I would be the queen of this empire. And then this slave arrived. This nobody. This red-haired whore who had been sold at auction like cattle. Now she slept in his bed. She ate at his table. She looked at him like he was a man instead of a monster. And Dimitrio, cold and cruel Dimitrio, looked at her like she was something precious. I hated her. I hated her more than I had ever hated anyone. I turned away from the window and walked to my father's study. He was sitting at his desk, reading through papers. He l

Serena's Pov I couldn't sleep. The note was in my pocket. I kept taking it out and reading it. "Your father wants to meet you. Come to the Villa dei Sette at midnight." The symbol at the bottom. The circle with three lines. I knew it from somewhere. From my childhood. From a necklace I used to wear. My mother had given it to me. She said it belonged to my father. I needed to know why my father left. Why my mother had struggled alone. Why I had grown up in a house without love. I needed to hear it from him. Not from Dimitrio. Not from anyone else. I turned over and looked at Dimitrio. He was asleep. His face was peaceful. No nightmares tonight. I didn't want to wake him. I didn't want to lie to him either. But I didn't know what else to do. I thought about what Elena had said. "Being close to the don puts a target on your back." Maybe that was true. Maybe the only way to protect myself was to get answers on my own. I made my decision. Slowly, carefully, I slipped out of bed. D

Serena's Pov I walked back into the estate just as the sun was rising. My legs were tired. My head was pounding. The things Antonio had told me kept repeating in my mind. "You're not Rossi. You'll never be Rossi and when Dimitrio realizes that, you'll mean nothing to him." I wanted to believe it wasn't true. I wanted to believe that Dimitrio cared about me. Not because I looked like someone he used to know. But because of who I was. But the doubt was there. It had been there since the beginning. And now Antonio had made it worse. I walked through the garden toward the main house. The guards saw me, they looked surprised. One of them spoke into his radio but I ignored them and kept walking. Dimitrio was in the hallway when I entered. He was dressed. His hair was messy. His eyes were wild. He had been looking for me. "Where were you?" His voice was rough. Angry. "I went to meet my father." "I know. I found the note." "Then you know where I was." He stepped closer. "You went

Nadia's Pov I was in my room when my father came to find me. I had been pacing for hours. Waiting. Hoping. Serena was gone. She had walked out of Dimitrio's room and gone back to the slave quarters. The guards were talking about it. The servants were whispering. The red-haired slave had fallen from favor. It was my chance. My moment. And I wasn't going to waste it. The door opened. My father walked in. His face was calm, but there was something in his eyes. Something that looked almost like triumph. "It's done," he said. "What's done?" "I spoke to the don. About you." My heart started beating faster. "And?" "He didn't say no." I stared at him. "What does that mean?" "It means he's considering it. He's vulnerable right now. The slave girl hurt him. He's alone. And in that state, he's more open to suggestion." "So he agreed to marry me?" "He didn't agree. But he didn't refuse either. In our world, that's as good as a yes." I felt a smile spreading across my face. Finally.

Dimitrio's Pov Nadia was sitting on my bed. She was wearing a red dress. Her hair was carefully arranged. Her legs were crossed, she looked like she belonged there. She didn't. "What are you doing in my room?" My voice was low. Controlled. The kind of voice I used before something bad happened. Nadia stood up. She smiled. It was a confident smile. The smile of someone who thought they had already won. "My father said you agreed," she said. "About the marriage." "Your father lied." The smile faltered. "He said you took the ring. He said you were thinking about it." "I took the ring because he put it on my desk. I didn't say yes. I didn't agree to anything." "But you didn't say no." "That wasn't a yes." She stepped toward me. Her hand reached out to touch my chest. I grabbed her wrist before she could make contact. "You moved your things into my room," I said. "Without my permission. You told the servants we were engaged, without my permission. You sat on my bed. Without my