All Chapters of Sold to the ruthless Mafia king: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Alessandro arrived at Victor Salvatore's private office at exactly ten in the morning.He hadn't brought Isabella, and he hadn't told her where he was going. Marco accompanied him, while two men remained outside the building.Victor stood beside his desk, holding a glass of whiskey."Alessandro Moretti. I wasn't sure you'd accept my invitation.""Get to the point, Victor. I have other things to do."Victor smiled faintly."Still impatient, I see."Alessandro took the chair opposite him."You said this concerned my wife. I'm listening."Victor placed his glass down."Tell me, how much do you know about your wife's father?"Alessandro's expression didn't change."Roberto Rossi owes me money. He signed an agreement, and his daughter became my wife. I know enough.""Do you?"Victor opened a drawer and removed a brown envelope."Because Roberto visited me several weeks before your wedding."Alessandro's eyes narrowed."Why?""Money, naturally. Your father-in-law was desperate. He offered t

The black cars pulled up outside the Rossi residence.Roberto was standing near the window when he saw them. His face immediately lost its colour."Claudia!"His wife hurried into the room."What is it?""Alessandro Moretti is here."Bianca, who had been sitting on the sofa, immediately stood."Alessandro? Here?""Get yourselves together. Nobody must mention Isabella."Claudia quickly straightened her dress."What if he asks for her?""Tell him she left."Upstairs, Isabella heard the commotion but couldn't make out what was happening. She rushed to the locked door and began knocking."Please! Somebody open this door!"Nobody answered.Alessandro stepped out of his car.Roberto hurried forward with a nervous smile."Mr. Moretti! What a pleasant surprise. You should have informed us you were coming."Alessandro didn't return the greeting."Where is my wife?"Roberto's smile faltered."Isabella?""Do you have another daughter married to me?"Claudia joined them, wearing her most welcomin

Isabella stared at the three dresses spread across her bed.For the first time since marrying Alessandro, she wanted to go shopping without Maria or the guards following her everywhere.It wasn't that she disliked their company. She simply wanted to do something ordinary by herself.Alessandro had left early that morning for an important business meeting, and she had decided to use the opportunity.She picked a simple floral dress, tied her hair into a ponytail and took the black card Alessandro had given her.Before leaving, she sent him a message.I'm going shopping. I'll be back before dinner.His reply came a few minutes later.Take the guards.She smiled.I will.The shopping mall was one of the most expensive in Milan.Isabella had visited it once with Alessandro, but that day she had barely paid attention to the shops. She had been too busy trying to keep up with him.Today, she wanted to take her time.She entered a designer boutique and approached a saleswoman standing behind

The boutique fell silent the moment Alessandro walked in with Isabella.The saleswoman who had humiliated her earlier went pale. Her manager hurried forward, forcing a nervous smile.“Mr. Moretti. What an unexpected pleasure.”Alessandro ignored his greeting.“Is this the woman your staff accused of using a fake credit card?”The manager's smile disappeared.“Sir, there must have been a misunderstanding. Our staff were only following—”“Following what?” Alessandro interrupted. “The instructions to insult customers who don't look wealthy enough?”Nobody answered.Isabella stood beside him, her fingers nervously gripping her handbag. She wished the entire incident could disappear, but Alessandro had no intention of letting it go.Marco stepped forward.“The card is genuine. The bank temporarily blocked the transaction because it flagged an unusual purchase location. The restriction has already been lifted.”Alessandro looked at the manager.“So the card was never fake.”“No, sir.”“And

Isabella was sitting by the bedroom window when Alessandro walked in, his phone pressed against his ear.“No, Father. I haven't forgotten.”He listened for a moment, his expression becoming increasingly serious.“Sunday. We'll be there.”He ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket.Isabella looked up from the book in her hands.“Is everything all right?”“My father wants us at the family estate on Sunday.”She sat straighter.“Your father?”“Yes.”“Is something wrong?”“No. At least, not that he has told me.”She hesitated before asking, “Is it another family gathering?”Alessandro chuckled.“Something like that. My father enjoys having everyone under one roof. He calls it family tradition. I call it an unnecessary interruption to my weekend.”Isabella smiled.“Then why do you always go?”“Because refusing him usually creates more trouble than attending.”She laughed softly.He approached her and sat beside her.“Are you worried?”“A little.”“Why?”She closed her book.“I