Semua Bab Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia : Bab 121 - Bab 130

•••Flashback continues•••Sergio took a deep, shuddering breath, and began to undress. His body was a masterpiece, each muscle rippling. He removed his shirt, his jacket, and his pants, revealing a body marred only by the scars of his upbringing. His face remained impassive as he disrobed, his movements deliberate.He gazed down at the girl lying unconscious from pain and exhaustion, her n@ked form revealing the wreckage of her young body. Bruises covered her skin, blood trickled from her wounds, a crimson evidence to her suffering and her limbs were twisted at unnatural angles. The sight of her, laid out before him like a sacrificial lamb, sent a wave of anguish crashing through his heart. Pressing his lips into thin line, he fisted his hands. He knew what his father expected of him, but every fiber of his being was rebelling against it. And yet, he had to comply. Lowering himself onto the table, he positioned himself above her. He then closed his eyes, shutting out the leering faces

Enzo froze, disbelief and confusion clouding his vision. He had not expected the defiance to slip away, and to be replaced by submission—Lucretia, on her knees, calling him Master with her head lowered to the ground. When she spoke again, her voice was steady but he could still hear the pain. “You have broken me all over again, Master. I was a føol to ever think I would one day be free and live a normal life where I can make my own choices and live with them”The raging fire in his chest was doused by a wave of unexpected emotion. He stood there for a moment, his mind a tangled mess of emotions, warring against each other like two beasts locked in battle. Rage, confusion, desire—they swirled together like a storm inside him, threatening to rip him apart.What was she doing?He moved towards her and stopped inches away from her face. She wouldn't look up at him so he pressed his cold fingers against her chin and pushed her face upwards to meet his. He searched her eyes, probing for si

Munika clenched into fists as she paced in her dark, unkempt room, her eyes darting back and forth in panic. She had been so careful, so meticulous, but now her plan was in ruins, the Mistress nowhere to be found. Her phone rang and she rushed over to check the caller. With her heart pounding, she answered the call. "Tell me you have found that worthless soul"A deep, male voice responded. "I have not. She was discharged from the hospital before I arrived.""Well, she is not back here so she's gotta be somewhere, hiding. Are you certain she was discharged?""Yes.""Then, where did she go? She does not know anywhere else aside from this mansion and the confines of her master's bedroom." She paused and resumed pacing. "You need to find her, she could not have gone far""I hacked into the cameras, she was taken away by some soldiers."She stumbled backward, her eyes widening with fear. If she was taken by Sergio's men, that could only mean one thing: Vicenta, the Mistress was back and w

WARNING: This chapter contains explicit descriptions of violence that may be triggering for some readers. It is not recommended for readers under the age of 18❌🚫 ፠፠ ONE HOUR LATER ፠፠ In the damp, dark depth of a secret dungeon, screams could be heard as well as the cracking of bones and burning of flesh. The Russians were strung up by their wrists, their feet barely touching the floor. A few of them were dead from continuous torture while the rest were barely hanging on. "Please..." Pyotr begged in their language. The effects of the sedatives had expired a long time ago and now, he was feeling every pain inflicted on him. Before him, Enzo stood, his cold and calculating eyes sweeping over him with dispassionate cruelty. He began tightening the ropes around his wrists, the skin stretching and the nerves screaming in protest. With a quick, practiced motion, he plunged a branding iron into a roaring furnace. The metal seared white-hot and with a single, vicious smoke, he seared his

ONE WEEK LATER•••"I cannot believe you are going back. It almost felt like old times in college" Rosana said and sat down on the bed. "I miss those times, you know. College life, the fun, the parties you always dragged me to..."They both laughed."You were the sister I never got to have," Lucretia added with a soft smile." We were so different from each other, like the Ying and yang, yet we always moved along even though we disagreed on most things""You were and have always been a kick-ass, badass b*tch. I cannot thank you enough for the number of times you stood up and fought for me. Sometimes I got scared it would get you in trouble with those white Jerks but you never cared about it. I was just a little girl who was sent to the States with no family, but you became a friend, a sister, and a companion, all in one. I wish things had been different and you did not have to suffer so much, Lu. You would have become a Lawyer like you always wanted and well, I guess you would have gott