All Chapters of Sold to the Mafia Lord : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

SARAHTWO WEEKS LATERLoneliness has become the sole flavor in my mouth, and it's nothing but bitter. Emilio's prolonged absence from my life is exacting a heavy toll on me. I ache for him desperately; I don't just want him, I need him.What could be driving him to treat me like this? For two weeks now, we've coexisted as strangers under this roof. He seems to recoil from my very presence, not uttering a single word to me in this grand mansion. At times, I wish I could convince myself that this is all just a bad dream, but the tear-stained sheets in my room serve as a stark reminder that this nightmare is, in fact, my reality.Each night, I find myself weeping into my pillow, grappling with the question of what I might have done to deserve Emilio's coldness. I believed he loved me, that he genuinely cared for me deep down. I had hoped for a happy, somewhat normal relationship, and I was ready to stand by his side and face the world together. But its clear where his priorities lie, a

EMILIO "What do you mean you've got nothing!? She can't just vanish into thin air!" I slammed my fist down on the sturdy mahogany table that stood between me and my trusted capos.It's been two agonizing days since Sarah vanished, and honestly, I've never felt more exposed in my life. The thought of her out there, potentially suffering at the hands of some twisted lunatic, and I'm utterly clueless about her whereabouts was driving me insane.I could barely focus on work or anything that didn't concern finding Sarah. With each passing second that flew by, I felt myself drifting more and more into this dark abyss.My intense gaze bore into the faces of my capos—Alessio, Marcello, and Luca—as they exchanged uneasy glances among themselves. Their failure to locate Sarah or deliver that damn Grace to me was chipping away at my sanity."Fucking talk!" I roared, hitting my already balled fist on the table which sliced through the awkward silence."Emilio you have to relax and think with a c

EMILIO As I ambled towards the grand foyer of my mansion, the familiar scent of wealth and power fills my senses. My shirt is stained with blood, a reminder of the brutal job I had done today. My underbosses alerted me that some of the hitmen who caused chaos in my casino had been captured. Honestly they didn't offer me much information than I already knew.I was expecting to finally be told where that fucking coward- The Ghost, lurks in hiding. But they themselves had no clue. This man is more crafty than I expected him to be. It seems there is an extensive hierarchy of power and only his top oligarchs actually know where he is.All we got our hands on was that he was in this city, perfectly blending with the shadows and waiting to strike at me again.Last time he got Sarah but not any more. I'd die before I let anything happen to her again.Seeing that his hitmen were off no use, I slit their throats myself before cremating their bodies. I wanted to give them more horrific de

SARAH"Bambino" my slumber was repeatedly interrupted by a husky voice accompanied by feathery light kisses on my temple. Slowly and tiredly, I stirred from my sleep, blinking my sleepy eyes open.The day greeted me with exceptional brightness, a stark contrast to the storm that had ravaged the night before. Sun rays glinted brightly, flooding the room with warmth as they seeped through the windows.Emilio's smile greeted me as my blurry vision adjusted. "You sleep so peacefully," he remarked, kissing my forehead before planting a brief kiss on my lips. I smiled sheepishly and sat up straight, stretching my lazy limbs. "Well, that's how I sleep next to someone I love," I remarked. Yesterday had been amazing, Emilio had rocked me back and forth, driving me to the edge of desire and orgasm. It was a night of glorious lovemaking, and I relished every moment of it.It also marked a change, a new dawn in our relationship. I was glad to have my Emilio back, the man I fell in love with."Y

SARAHAs I walked down the deserted street, my footsteps echoed through the fading light of day. Tears blurred my vision, and I wondered if I should turn back. The thought tugged at my heart, pulling me towards Emilio and the comfort of familiarity. But could I really return to him after everything that had happened?My thoughts swirled with conflicting emotions. I longed for Emilio's touch, his voice, his presence, they were my lifeline in the stormy sea of my existence. Yet, I knew staying with him would only bring us harm. The threats against us were real, and I couldn't bear the thought of holding him back.As I walked, the sky transformed above me, dark grey clouds swirling ominously. The distant rumble of thunder echoed through the air, warning me of a storm brewing. I paused, my heart heavy with uncertainty, and glanced down at my meager belongings – a handful of loose change and my phone, remnants of a life I no longer recognized.Suddenly the storm intensified, I quickened my