Sold To The Mafia Lord の小説・ストーリー

Her stepdad said and she couldn’t help the disgusting feeling that settled on her even though she knew she should have expected it. “What are you even saying right now?” She asked. “You heard him right, I will go straight to the point, Don Mario wants you as s mistress and he is offering a huge sum of money, all you need to do is be his mistress,” Her mom said. What?” Arielle asked short of anything else to say, her mom just told her to go be a mistress. The Don Mario she knew was a man with numerous women already, how could her mom want her to go there?

abuelo called out. Alvaro chuckled, shaking his head. "Fifty thousand dollars!" Someone else yelled. Abuelo narrowed his eyes at the man, sizing him up. "Puta," he muttered and Alvaro and Mateo looked at each other with matching smiles on their faces. "One hundred thousand!" "Get him, gramps," Mateo encouraged. "Sold to Mr Castillo," the lady pointed at our table and everyone clapped. "Take lots of pictures for me," he said, looking at me.

Now, I have multiple for different situations but this was my one true one, the original. "This is the contract you signed. As you can see, the terms are clear. You were sold to Matteo for three million. Then, you became his property, hence the mafia's property. You disappeared for four years and surprisingly, he brings you back, giving you to me as a gift," Vittore explained as he circled me. "The contact says you are property of whoever Matteo had chosen to give you to." I absorbed what he said and read through the contract myself. He was right. I now belonged to him and his mafia.

Mr Luka folds his hands in front of him as if he would love more than anything to get this over with. “I am selling my daughter to Mr. Allessandro Vanellin.”

It wasn’t just a farewell; it was a confession, a map to this hell I’m in now. “Elena,” it started, ink smudged where her tears had hit, “I can’t anymore. The Mafia—they took me, sold me. Months of it, forcing himself on me. Jer made me do this. Avenge me, please—promise me.” Jer. I thought she meant Jeremy but now i know better. it wasn’t Jeremy; it was Jeremiah, his shadow, his enforcer. She’d detailed it all—the private auction in Singapore. Jeremy had won her, paid the most cash.

“That’s not true, I respect you.” Salvatore shook his head. “What you respect is the gun.” “I’ll pay you back, give me two weeks.” He clicked the roof of his mouth with his tongue. “Too long.” He turned back to me. “Where’s the other child?” Beads of sweat started to gather on my forehead. I could see from the fire in his eyes that he wanted Bella. After all it was common in the Mafia for Dons to use their daughters as a tool for trade. I was never going to let that happen.

" He repeats his question. "Yes" I squeaked. "Yes master" he corrects me "Yes master" I repeat looking at him "Keep your head down when you talk to me" I lower my head playing with my fingers. "Good girl. Someone would come soon with new clothes for you. Don't talk to anyone if it isn't me" He goes out closing the door behind him. Everything comes crashing down. I'm not dreaming. This isn't a prank. I got sold to a mafia family, I'm married to the capo of the Mafia. Aunt Sofia didn't even try to stop them. Why didn't she? The tears start coming before I realize it.

Rosalie said, “It has not gotten to that, If you needy help, my door Is open to you” Ricardo said, and he hastily entered Into his car and drove out if seeing, A few days later, Don Miller came to visit Rosalie because he heard that Ricardo came to visit Rosalie, because he was the only mafia lord's supporting Rosalie, and he was the one supplying her hard drugs and weapons that was selling, “I heard about your low sales, how do you want to boost your sales and meet up” Don Miller asked,

Is this how powerful he is? It's scary to fight Clifford because he's so powerful. Well, what do I expect from a mafia boss? To this day, I still do not fully believe that I will have a husband who is a mafia boss. And to this arrogant man. Although, it really broke my heart into a million pieces every time I look back at what Clifford told me, that my mother sold me to him. "We're here." Wearing a large black hoodie jacket and black shade even though it was dark around, I got out of the car.

I said with a frown, lifting his head on my thigh. “I know but I'll live. Thanks to you,” he muttered, and then gave me a serious look, “Are you okay?" The question on his lips was gentle and warming to my ears. I nodded, “I'm okay,” I mumbled. He didn't look convinced, and I couldn't blame him. I just killed a man. How could I be okay? But I guessed that was what it meant to love a mafia lord. To have your soul tainted in some ways that you could never come back from.