All Chapters of Escaping the Mafia Lord: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Georgina clenched her jaw but said nothing. She knew that her defiance wouldn't help her or her daughter, who was still in grave danger.As they entered the mansion, Georgina couldn't help but feel a sense of entrapment closing in around her. She knew that escape would be difficult, but she didn’t have a choice at the moment.The moment Georgina stepped into the mansion, her eyes fell upon Sofia’s familiar bassinet. Her heart pounded as she realized that her daughter was right there, in the hands of Marcelo. A shiver ran down her spine, and her mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.Marcelo, holding the Spfia in his arms, looked at Georgina with a wicked smile. “I thought you’d be pleased to see our daughter,” he said in a mocking tone.Georgina’s eyes welled up with a mixture of fear, anger, and desperation. She couldn’t let Marcelo see her weakness, even though the sight of her beloved Sofia in his hands tore at her heart.With a trembling voice, she replied, “Give he

Time seemed to slow as Georgina's heart raced. She couldn't believe the impossible choice Marcelo was forcing her to make.Tears streamed down Georgina's face, her heart racing as she faced the impossible choice Marcelo had forced upon her. She knew she couldn't choose between Emma and Sofia. The thought of losing either of them was unbearable. But before she could utter a word, Marcelo's aggression escalated.Marcelo aggressively stood up. “Time's up, Georgina!”.He barked orders at his bodyguard, who quickly brought Sofia into the room. “Get her!”.As the innocent child was brought before him, Marcelo's demeanor turned chillingly ruthless. He brandished his gun, aiming it directly at Sofia, a sinister smile forming on his lips.Georgina's maternal instincts kicked in, and in a split second, she was on her feet, rushing to shield Sofia from the menacing barrel of Marcelo's gun. Her heart pounded with terror, but she knew she had to protect her daughter at all costs.Georgina frantic

With the fork safely concealed, Georgina returned her attention to the meal on the tray. She continued to eat with the spoon, her every movement calculated and deliberate. She couldn't afford to draw any unnecessary attention to herself.As each bite passed her lips, her thoughts swirled with the complexity of her situation. How she could bring her plan to life.She sat there, fork concealed beneath her bed, she knew she had to seize any opportunity that presented itself. Her thoughts raced as she devised a plan to confront the guard stationed outside her door. She needed to get save Emma before Marcelo did anything to her. At the moment, she didn’t care what he was going to do to her but she couldn’t afford to lose both Lorenzo and Emma. She knew she couldn't afford to wait any longer.With a firm resolve, Georgina silently finished her meal, making sure not to arouse any suspicion. When she was done, she placed the tray back on the table, taking a moment to steady her nerves. The

Emma's voice quivered as she looked into Georgina's eyes, guilt etched across her face. "Georgina, I'm so sorry. I should have never brought Sofia outside with me. I should have left her with Martins." Tears welled up in her eyes as she continued, "I didn't think it would be dangerous, especially since he mentioned Lorenzo's name. I just wanted to see Lorenzo since we had been looking for him all night."Georgina, despite her own grief and anger with Marcelo reached out and gently placed her other hand on Emma's forearm. "Shhhh Emma, it's not your fault," she said softly. "We were all caught off guard, and they manipulated the situation. You’re here now and we’ll find a way to get you out. That's what matters now."They shared a moment of silent understanding. Emma then asked Georgina. “Do you have any idea what Marcelo might have done to Martins?”.Georgina looked at Emma with a heavy heart. The uncertainty of Doctor Martins’ fate weighed on her mind as well. She replied in a hushed

Marcelo’s voice was a haunting echo in the basement, reverberating with malevolence. His chilling words in the air, sinking deep into Georgina’s heart. She met his cold, unwavering gaze with a mix of defiance and despair.Marcelo’s lips curled into a sinister grin, and he leaned in closer, his face mere inches from hers. “That’s right, Georgina,” he whispered. “There could be more. It all depends on you. So, keep it up”.Georgina’s eyes were a battleground of emotions, from grief to anger to sheer desperation. She had lost Lorenzo and now Emma, and Marcelo reveled in her suffering. The realization that her every action, every decision, could lead to more death weighed heavily on her.“I won’t play your twisted games,” Georgina spat, her voice filled with a newfound resolve. “You won’t win Marcelo. I won’t let you.”Marcelo chuckled darkly, stepping back and circling her like a predator toying with its prey. “Oh, Georgina, that’s the spirit. I love a challenge”. he purred, his tone the