Sold To The Possessive Mafia Boss นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she threatened stiffening the smirk on his lips but he soon replaced it with a spasmodic laugh. “Alright. Received” the man muttered seeing the incoming alert wrinkled his cheeks while his smile turned his eyes crescent. “Now spill” came Veronica’s voice which halted his jubilee. “Nicklaus Harrington met the girl at an Auction ring. Boutam Auction to be precise. It wasn’t easy to get the tape of her on stage but of course nothing’s impossible for me and my boys. Like I said earlier, the tape is contained in the flash. If you want, we can release it to the public, it’ll be a huge sensation indeed. The man revealed while Veronica’s eyes twinkled with devious intent.

The hell? She was mine. I had bought her. I had no business with her guardians or anyone claiming rights. “Next time, kill those pigeons and send them back to her.” I dismissed David and grabbed my phone, pulling on my trench coat as I made for the front office. Just as I stepped on the gas pedal, a message dropped. I opened it and smirked. “Perfect,” I whispered. Today was the day. I had a flawless plan for torture—slow, agonizing death. The kind you’d beg to come faster, the kind you’d kneel to escape from. The nightmare no mafia man could laugh off.

I said smashing my lips against his. This is my story of how I got sold to the mafia and if I have to do it all over again I would in a heartbeat.

Daniel glances at me once but briefly, his green eyes flickers with something that I sadly can't read. Either way, I push off the shelf, still gripping the tiny silver keychain in my palm and follow the mafia boss. ============================================= Thanks for reading :-)

"Do you really want to do that?" Ah, right. I remembered now. Dante wasn't just some guy. He was a mafia boss, and he wanted to funnel all his illegal money into one bank. Buying Sterling would make it look clean and legit. I sighed. "Yes," I said firmly. "I'm selling it to him. Can you set up a meeting? We all need to sign the contract with him." That was it. The decision was made. When I got to the company, everyone was already there. Caspian was there with his parents.

“You have no right to talk about that! And yes, I believe you because that’s what mafia bosses do, they kill people, they intoxicate people, they don’t care about anything but their own power!” He laughed again. “Well, maybe your mafia bosses, not mine.” “What are you talking about?” He looked at her. “Yes, I’m a mafia boss, but I do so much different from the things you’re describing. You see, I sell empty actions to rich people, I absorb part of their fortunes like a vampire absorbs blood of their victims, I sell plans to the mafia bosses who want to pass illegal goods to other countries, and my worst sin? I look for the people who destroyed me. I’m the mastermind of this business, they pa

I said contentiously, staring at my father's grave. That was what he is! "Your selfish brother sold me off!, I know right? you wouldn't believe it," I said like I was actually conversing with someone. "But it's true Papa, he sold me. Twice!" I laid emphasis on the last word. I continued "He sold me off to a Heartless mob boss, an Italian Mafia Boss, who takes me as nothing but a soon- to-be Puttana, which I was about to be by tomorrow but thankfully I got out of his hell hole"

Sold to a mafia—to a mafia boss, I didn’t expect it to lead to a new phase of my life full of love. .. .. .. .. .. .. T H E E N D . . .

It held more value than any other item up for auction tonight. “Sold,” the auctioneer called. “To Mr. Raphael Delano.” I could barely process it. Raphael Delano. The name rang in my ears like an alarm bell. He was the most feared mafia boss in the city. And now... he owns me? I tried not to show how startled I was, but my hands trembled slightly as I stepped down from the stage, my eyes still on him. He gestured with a flick of his fingers—commanding and domineering.

My fiancé sold me to the Norling crime family to pay off a five-million-dollar gambling debt, telling me to please their Don. What he didn't know is that the Don of the Norling family is my father. On our third anniversary, Julius took me to a black market auction in Vegas. "Close your eyes, baby," he whispered. "I promise you're gonna love this surprise." I thought he was going to bid on a gift for me. I did as he asked, closing my eyes and letting him lead me by the hand down a noisy hallway.