All Chapters of SOLD TO THE RUTHLESS MAFIA LORD: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Serena's Pov I woke up in his arms. His arm was draped over my waist. His breathing was slow and steady. He was still asleep, no nightmares or screaming. Just peace. I didn't move. I wanted to stay like this forever. Safe. Warm. His body pressed against mine. Last night had changed everything. I had given him something I had never given anyone. And he had given me something too, not just his body. His trust, his past and words. "I love you." I hadn't said it back. I wasn't ready. But I felt something. Something I couldn't name yet. He stirred beside me. His arm tightened around my waist. His eyes opened slowly. "You're still here," he said. His voice was rough with sleep. "Where else would I be?" "I don't know. I thought maybe you'd run again." "I'm done running." He turned on his side to face me. His hand came up to touch my hair. He ran his fingers through the red strands. "Good. Because I'm done letting you go." I smiled, it was a small smile. But it was real. "I meant

Dimitrio's Pov The dining hall had been transformed into a courtroom. The long table was pushed against the wall. Chairs were arranged in rows. The council members sat in the front. Old men with stern faces. Men who had served my father before they served me. Men who valued tradition and loyalty above all else. Serena stood in the center of the room. Her hands were clasped in front of her. Her chin was up. She looked calm. But I knew her well enough now to see the tension in her shoulders. The way her fingers were clenched together. She was nervous. She was just hiding it well. Nadia stood across from her. She was holding a stack of papers. The letters. The evidence. She looked confident. Too confident. Like she had already won. My father's ring was heavy on my finger. I wanted to end this right now. I wanted to tell the council that Nadia was a liar and Serena was innocent. But that wasn't how things worked in our world. Everyone had to see the truth for themselves. Everyone ha

Nadia's Pov I was confined to my room for a month. A month. Like I was a child being punished for breaking a vase. The guards stood outside my door day and night. My meals were brought to me on a tray. No one was allowed to visit except my father. I couldn't walk in the garden. I couldn't eat in the dining hall. I couldn't show my face anywhere. And it was all her fault. Serena. The red-haired slave. The nobody who had stolen everything from me. She had stood in front of the council and made me look like a fool. She had exposed my witnesses. She had questioned my evidence. She had been calm and diplomatic while I looked desperate and jealous. I hated her. I hated her more than I had ever hated anyone. I sat on my bed and stared at the wall. The hours passed slowly. The sun moved across the sky. I thought about what I could have done differently. I should have been more careful with the letters. I should have found better witnesses. I should have waited for a moment when Serena

Dimitrio's Pov I sat in my study with my head in my hands. The door was closed. The curtains were drawn. The room was dark except for a single lamp on my desk. I had sent word that I didn't want to be disturbed. But I knew it wouldn't last. Eventually, someone would come. Someone always came. I thought about what had happened in the hallway. Serena's face. The scratches. The bruise. The marks on her neck. And Nadia's claim that Serena had attacked her first. Two women. Two stories. Both of them looking at me, waiting for me to decide who to believe. I didn't know. Serena had been honest with me before. She had told me about her father. About the meeting at the villa. About her doubts and her fears. She had looked me in the eye and told me she chose me. But Nadia was the daughter of my consigliere. She had grown up in this house. She had been loyal to the family for years. Yes, she had schemed. Yes, she had lied. But that didn't mean she was lying about this. Or did it? I sto

Nadia's Pov The rumors were working. Everywhere I went, I heard whispers. Servants talking in the hallways. Guards exchanging looks. The council members speaking in hushed tones behind closed doors. They were all saying the same thing. Serena had been meeting Matteo in secret. Serena had attacked me in the hallway. Serena was dangerous. Serena couldn't be trusted. Matteo confirmed it. It was beautiful. I was still confined to my room, but my reach extended far beyond these walls. Clara had been sent away, but I had other servants. Other loyal followers. They reported back to me every day. They told me what people were saying. They spread my rumors further. The story grew with each telling. Now people were saying Serena had been seen with Matteo multiple times. That they had been meeting for weeks. That Dimitrio was a fool for trusting her. I sat by my window and smiled. The garden below was empty. But in a few weeks, I would be free to walk those paths again. And by then, Sere