Sold To The Heartless Mafia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Ricardo killed my men. Ripped me off twenty-five million dollars. And now, five years later, he’s still standing, bigger than any mafia leader I’ve ever met at such a… should I say… young age?” His smirk widens as he watches me carefully. “Now tell me, Golden Cop… how do you intend to make a man like Ricardo lose?” I don’t have a plan. Not yet. But I know one thing for certain, if Ricardo has weaknesses, they’re women, sex, and death. I lean back in my chair. “If Ricardo is untouchable, then we find a way to make him touch something… someone… that he can’t afford to lose.”

Seraphina moved closer, her hand warm against Jasmine’s cold fingers. “There’s a way you can get the money,” she said, her voice laced with careful confidence. Jasmine’s gaze snapped to her, narrowing. At this moment, she was desperate. Any help would suffice. “In one of the richest towns in Sicily, the mafia holds secret auctions,” Seraphina continued. “They bid millions of euros for a woman to warm their bed for a duration of their choosing. The deals are contract-based, strictly business, and meant for those who…” She hesitated. “…need the money.”

“They asked for someone young and untouched. Someone who can sell high. I told them it would be you.” My hands went cold. The wooden stairs creaked slightly and I heard Mira footsteps run away into the room. She was listening, she had heard everything. I tried to breathe but my chest wouldn’t expand. “You’re selling me?” “You don’t understand!” Mom snapped. “We’ll be on the streets if we don’t pay that debt!” “So your solution is to hand me over like an item?” “It’s better than them taking the house!” she cried. This was what it had always been like.

The handlers moved with easy cruelty and familiarity with terror, numb to suffering. The curtain parted and the noise hit hard, the auction hall was full of low golden light, marble floors, gleaming glasses, the stink of champagne and sweat and wolf musk. Every chair was occupied by Alphas in sharp suits and cruel eyes, paddles and fat bank accounts ready. This was the mafia’s version of a livestock market except every soul here could buy a city and bury the evidence.

I replied, and he drew a deep breath. "Why did you sell yourself to the mafia? I thought you were different from the rest of the girls. How can you allow that to happen? I thought we could have a future together. I honestly do like you, but I wasn't brave enough to ask you since you are a new student. How can you do that to yourself? Do you love Richard Henshaw? He is a mafia boss and he cannot love you back," Isaac said, his voice sorrowful too. "I am sorry. I didn't know something like that even existed. I know my father is among the mafia men, but I wasn't informed. My elder sister sold me off, and I cannot get out of it," I replied, crying too.

She's been sold,after getting so close to repaying the debt her father owes; she's been sold to Lewis Flyheart. He's a drug lord, a mafia,a ruthless kîller. Is she gonna survive!? "Lanie,I can and just did. Indeed you have a sweet cûnt,the most requested sèx worker in this brøthel but Lanie. I need cash quick so yes. I sold you, wishing you a happy life of unlimited prostîtution "Brandon waved with a smrik plastered on his face Melanie fought back the tear,she gazed at Lewis and found him staring at her;coldy

she corrected herself quickly "Won't hurt to try ... but maybe tomorrow...for now I need you to do something for me" "Anything miss" "Okay then...come closer " Authroess POV "Sold ?"Mrs Mica repeated "Yeah he was sold to pay a debt .."Mrs meyer sniffed "He offered himself to be brought...I couldn't afford the drugs for my health so in order not to lose our house...he was sold to the owner" "You witch!" Mrs Mica yelled "How dare you sell my son to gain a few dollars?!" she rasped Meyer looked at her in disbelief

I already died years ago and today a flicker of hope also disappeared watching Crystal like this. Something wet fell on my cheek and it’s when I noticed the tears. It’s when my heart soared and I fell on my knees realizing what I have lost. Loud sobs racked from the heart of a proud mafia boss, in front of eyes that bowed in his feet. The boss of Italian Mafia was finally taken down. Not by a bullet, but by heartbreak. In that mere moment, when my sobs ranged loud, full of pain, numbing the mind, the voice of my heart overpowered finally making me listen.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked from each girl to the other, the fear they had in their eyes was scaring her and she couldn’t help but mutter one nams, “Raymond.” “We’re going to be sold, there’s no two ways about it.” One of the girls said and her eyes widened in shock as she stared at her. “Sold?” Ariana asked as she managed to get on her knees, slowly crawling to the one who had said so. “Please tell me you’re joking, tell me you’re lying.” She asked as tears streamed down her cheeks. The girl chuckled slightly, “I wish I was but then we’ve all seen it for ourselves. We’re getting sold to a don, a mafia don.” She told Ariana who had tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Listen, one word of advice from me? Accept your new life, the quickest ones usually survive longest. Sign here." Survival? Am I entering a war zone? A cursory glance at the papers shows me that I'm agreeing to enter into this contract to be auctioned on that stage, sold to the highest bidder after which I will belong to the buyer explicitly. It is modern day slavery. The contract goes on to say that any proceeds made from me belong solely to Rafe Lennox, the auction organizer and owner of this gambling den. In exchange, all of my mother's debts will be forgiven and we can keep our house. Rafe Lennox. I now have a name to focus my hatred on and I promise myself that I will pay him back for t