All Chapters of SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

MAX'S POVThere was a moment of tense silence between us and then my mom scoffed. "You're such a naive child, Max. How can you honestly believe that Accalia would ever care about you enough to marry Don? If Accalia truly loved us, she wouldn't put her own selfish desires above our happiness. And she definitely wouldn't put your happiness above hers, if she wanted us to be happy, she would have married Ken."“Don't talk like that about Accalia mom, I know we both don't like her but we definitely can't be wishing her dead.” I reasoned with my mom, I knew that my mom had always hated Accalia. Mostly because Accalia had only be born because grandpa rejected the union of my dad and mom. Instead, grandpa arranged a marriage between Accalia's mother and my father.My mom was already with me for my Dad, she had tried to beg my grandpa not to allow her give birth to me out of wedlock but my grandpa was adamant because apparently, Accalia's mother was from a more prestigious home and her dad w

MAX'S POV“Dad, don't threaten mom! Look, I'll explain later alright?! Please dad, calm down!” I said exasperatedly, holding on tightly onto him, trying to hold him back.“Get the fuck off of me Max! Answer me dammit!” He demanded and shoved me away from him aggressively.I stumbled but was luckily able to recover my balance and catch myself. “I'm sorry! Okay? I'm so sorry!! Please just let's go somewhere, let's sit down and calm down...” My mom begged desperately.She stepped towards my dad, pleading him to calm down, but dad was pissed and furious at my mom, she didn't deserve that.As mom reached for my dad, my dad slapped her across her face making her stagger backwards, clutching onto her stinging cheek, tears fell down my mom's red cheeks. And she was in disbelief. She looked as if the thought of my father slapping her in front of me made her physically ill.I looked at my dad and slowly backed away as he walked towards my mom, towering over her with a look of disgust in his ey

MAX'S POV"We're here now," my mom said, her voice steadier as she walked beside my stretcher. "You're in good hands."As the ER doors were swung open with a sense of urgency that seemed to have matched the rapid sound of my heart racing, the whirl of lights and the blur of faces made the world seem like it was spinning to me. My stretcher was pushed through the controlled hallway of the hospital, with my mom and a team of doctors clad in white and they were all moving as one entity around me."We have got a live one here," one of the paramedics joked, to him, he was probably trying to cut through the tension as we entered the brightly lit trauma bay."Define 'live,'" I muttered through gritted teeth because I was still in pain and i earned a soft chuckle from my mom and a wink from the paramedic.After what felt like an eternity of prodding, poking and being asked to rate my pain on a scale from 'one to stepping on a LEGO', they decided I was stable enough for a full on, body checkup

BENTLEY'S POVJust as I was about to step into the shower to wash up, I heard my phone buzzing insistently from the counter. I then wrapped a towel around myself. At first, I contemplated ignoring it, I guessed that it was just another group chat chatting about who-knows-what. I let out a sigh as I considered ignoring it—my hair was doing that weird thing where half of it had decided to become a rebellious curl and honestly, it needed taming more than I needed another notification.But curiosity—or maybe it was fate—nudged me to check.When I opened the message and I saw it was from Max. A simple text, but the underlying urgency was as obvious as the steam filling the room. "In the hospital. Could use a friend."Hospital? The word echoed in my mind, bouncing off my inner walls of panic and concern. Max, in the hospital? My heart did a little skip—not entirely out of worry, though. See, Max has this not-so-secret crush on me. Adorable, really, if a bit overwhelming at times. And now h

BENTLEY'S POV"Bentley? What happened?" Max's voice cut through the haze of my shock, pulling me back to the moment.I opened my mouth to speak, to somehow summarize the whole of insult and injury, but words failed me. How could I explain the hurt without making things worse between him and his mother?Max's gaze shifted from me to his mother, it was like he was piecing together the scene before him. "Mom, what did you do?" His voice was a mix of disbelief and anger, it was a rare edge that I had never heard before.His mother who was still filled with righteous self, opened her mouth, possibly to justify her actions, but Max raised his hand, stopping her mid-sentence. "This is not how we treat people. Especially not Bentley. She's here because she cares," he said firmly, his disappointment in his mother clear.The room fell silent, a long pause that seemed to stretch for an eternity. Max turned back to me, his eyes softening. "I'm so sorry, Bentley. You didn't deserve that. None of t