All Chapters of SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

MAX'S POV"Come on, Max..." she whispered tenderly, "I'll drive you to the hospital."I climbed into the front seat, waiting patiently for her to buckle her seatbelt before starting up the engine. When she finally turned the key in the ignition and pulled out of the parking space, I was curious about why she had agreed to a blind date that had been arranged by her family, especially since she was infamous for being the strong-headed one who hated arranged marriages."So, why did your family arrange a blind date for you?" I asked, hoping to spark a conversation in hopes it would give me an answer to some of the questions bouncing around in my head."My sister is a lawyer, and my dad wanted me to meet someone. I think it was supposed to be some sort of business plan if everything went well between me and the guy." Bentley replied to me without taking her eyes off the road. For a split second, there was something about her expression that hinted at sadness, though I couldn't quite make

BENTLEY'S POVI dragged him all the way to the ward as we walked past all sorts of patients who were lying unconscious in beds. The nurses and doctors stopped in their tracks when they saw me. They were clearly shocked to see me with Max, much less talking to him in a civil manner. I heard the whispers amongst the staff: "Is that Max? I heard Bentley's date did not go well." "I'm sure it's because she is now dating Max."Everyone was obsessed with getting married to me because I was the last daughter of the 'Romanos' everyone wanted a share of their wealth, even the doctors were interested in me and I found it extremely annoying.And even though I already knew this, I was very adamant that I was single and I wouldn't settle down until I found myself a man that I really love.I knew they were probably wondering, what kind of man would catch the eye of such an incredible beauty? One with money, brains, a great career and an amazing personality? Who would not fall in love with a woman

BENTLEY'S POVI flinched, "Dad, calm down—""Shut up!" He interrupted. Dad, he hit me." I tried my best to explain but my dad was not having it."I don't care if he did, Bentley!" My father shouted, "We are not raising you to be some kind of slut!"My entire body went stiff and I stood rooted to my place, unable to move for a second."I am ashamed to call my own daughter a slut!" My father continued, his tone harsh and full of hate. "You're just like your mother." This new onslaught of words felt like a physical blow and it was definitely cutting deeper than any wound I had ever received. Each word was a confirmation of my deepest fears and insecurities and was spoken aloud by the one person who was supposed to protect and uplift me."I... I just wanted to tell you that I'm at the hospital," I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper as I fought against the tears that threatened to drown me."The hospital?!" His voice dripped with disdain. "What, did you finally manage

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent shivers down my spine. "Alright, I'll play your loving boyfriend. But remember, you're playing with fire," he paused, his eyes darkening with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. "And I'm not known for playing it safe.”His words, heavy with an unspoken promise and laced with a dangerous edge, left me feeling both exhilarated and vulnerable. The closeness of his body, the warmth coming out from him and the intensity in his eyes made my heart race. There was something undeniably sexy and commanding about his demeanor now, a complete opposite to the cold distance he had maintained before. I was completely drawn to his manliness, the authoritative tone of his voice and the way he seemed to claim the space around us. It was as if he had cast a spell over me, leaving me yearning for something I couldn't quite name. "Yes, Luca," I managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper and I felt utterly captivated by his

BENTLEY'S POV"Shut up." The words barely left my lips as I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my jaw shut.My mother's eyes widened in fear before narrowing in anger. She raised her fist towards my face, prepared to hit me again when suddenly the front door opened and the sound of heavy footsteps echoed throughout the house. Both my parents froze, watching intently as my father entered the room with a large stack of papers under his arm. He looked furious.He stopped in his tracks when he saw our haggard appearances, and the broken vase at our feet. His eyes hardened as he gazed at us. His glare pierced me with so much venom, hatred almost burned the skin of my neck, my chest tightened with anxiety and I quickly dropped my head so my hair covered my face."You lowlife, worthless daughter of mine!" My father roared, advancing forward menacingly. "Why were you even born?!" His fist clenched and unclenched furiously. He stepped forward and grabbed my collar with surprising force. "Ans