All Chapters of Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Sergio's shirtless torso glistened with blood and sweat, his muscles strained as he hung, suspended from the rusty chains. His wrists were bound above his head, the chains cutting deep and rough into his skin. The men had strung him up, beaten and tortured him the best way they could, and then they left him in the dimly lit room, heavy with the stench of decay and blood.Each breath was a labored gasp as blood dripped from the multiple stab wounds on his body, mixing with the sweat that trickled down his torso. A lot of time had passed before Mr. Santos returned and went to stand before him, his face twisted in cruel satisfaction. He had spent his entire life waiting for that moment—the opportunity to avenge his son's tragic death and make Sergio accountable for the pain and suffering he had inflicted upon them. And now, thanks to Rosana's discovery of the truth, the tables had turned and Sergio was now at his mercy. He was now vulnerable, defenseless, and had walked right into his h

Sergio was missing! Rosana's mind raced as she paced frantically in her room, her eyes darting wildly. Her heart thundered in her chest, her hands trembled, and her fingers twitched with anxiety. Four days. For four days, he had been missing and she had assumed he'd moved on, accepted her rejection, and vanished from her life.But now, the truth hit her like a tidal wave—something was terribly wrong. Restlessness coursed through her veins, making her skin prickle with unease. Every step, every thought, every heartbeat screamed different questions. Where was Sergio? What happened after that night? Was he safe and okay?"Goodness!" Her breath came in short gasps, her lungs constricting with fear. She needed answers! "What is wrong?" Aria asked once Rosana joined her in the garden. At first glance, she knew something was off. "Are you alright?""No-no... I am not alright, Mammà.""Why? What happened?" Aria asked, taking off her farming gloves. "I saw you with Enzo a while ago.""Yes. Se

Chapter 165"WHAT. THE. HELL. IS GOING ON HERE, ROSANA?" Mr. Santos thundered, his eyes blazing with fury.His eyes widened in disbelief, fixing on Rosana cradling Sergio's battered form. The sight was a slap in the face, contradicting everything he had manipulated her to believe. She was supposed to hate him, instead of holding him close. She was supposed to stand by his side, to join him in his quest for retribution, instead of doing the opposite!On hearing her father's voice, blood drained from Rosana's face. With eyes widened in terror, she tightened her grip on Sergio as though her life depended on it. When Mr. Santos saw her actions, his expression darkened into unbridled fury, his eyes blazing as he took a menacing step forward. Before he could get any closer, Federico intervened, positioning himself protectively in front of Rosana. He raised his gun as a silent warning and Mr. Santos halted, his chest heaving with rage. "What is the meaning of this, Federico?" He demanded at

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❌🚫Groans and whimpering cries filled the air as the soldiers dragged the broken men across the ground, their bruised and swollen limbs scraping against the stone. As the soldiers positioned them on wooden crosses, their eyes widened in horror, their screams shattering the air. "Per favore, abbiate pietà!" One of them begged, his voice cracking in despair. [Please, have mercy!]The soldiers secured their wrists and ankles with iron clamps, stretching their limbs taut. Enzo watched, unmoved, as the men's cries spiraled into anguished wails, their bodies trembling in terror."You should know the consequences of every fucking betrayal," Enzo said. "Una punizione spietata! [Ruthless retribution!"The sound of hammering echoed through the air as iron nails were driven into flesh and wood. The first strike sent shudders through thei

The sun beat down on the deserted landscape as the traitors' bodies hung, stretched out, and suspended in a gruesome display on wooden crosses planted in the dry earth. After being nailed inside the warehouse, they had been brought out so everyone could see.The air was heavy with the stench of death, decay, sweat, and fear. Flies buzzed around the wounds, feasting on the festering flesh. Their once-human forms were now twisted and broken, their bodies mingling with dried blood sagging on the cross in a helpless pose. Three of the men were dead while the remaining five silently prayed for death to escape the pain and suffering. The only sounds were the labored gasps and whispers of despair.One man's eyes rolled back, his head lolling to the side, while another's gaze fixed on some distant point, his spirit long gone from his body. A third man's body convulsed, his muscles straining against the nails. A crowd gathered below, their expressions frozen in terror. The crowd's silence was