All Chapters of Sold to the Mafia Lord : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

SARAH"Fucking stop her!" I heard Emilio thunder at the guard who stood next to the gate. But it was too late.He was oblivious of what was happening and before he realised what Emilio meant, I had pushed him out of the way and sprinted through the partially opened gates."You are a bloody fool!" I could hear Emilio cursing him behind me but I couldn't stop to celebrate my victory because I knew Emilio was giving me a hot chase behind."Sarah fucking stop running and just come back!" He furiously ordered, racing towards me.My breathing was heavy, my heart in my stomach as I ran into the dead night, unsure of where I was going.I was not running towards the normal route that led towards the more crowded area of this gated community. Instead I was running towards the opposite direction which I had never done before because Emilio's house was the last house on the street and after his mansion was the bushy woods.I took a sharp glance behind me and I caught glimpses of Emilios exasperat

SARAHTHE NEXT DAY My eyes slowly fluttered open to the little ray of sunlight which filtered in through the satin curtains of the hospital ward. A tired yawn left my lips as I tried recollecting the past events. Once again, upon being met with the sight of the blinding white ward which carried the scent of drugs, I wondered what I was doing in a hospital.But like bolts of lightening, everything that had transpired in the last few days came rushing down at me.I tried to escape from Emilio after discovering both our lives were in danger and I failed woefully and to top it off, I hit my head so bad on a tree and now I just slip in and out of consciousness. I sighed, my blurry vision adjusting as I tried to sit up straight but I found out my fingers were being held down by something and it wasn't the intravenous injections that were plastered on my hand. I craned my neck to the side and there it was; tattooed hands adorned by various rings on full display held on to my fingers.

SARAHHOURS LATER When Emilio actually suggested out of the blue that we go out for dinner, I actually thought he was bluffing and I stood in expectation of his tongue lashing but to my greatest surprise, he didn't yell at me.Instead he just left like nothing happened. I half expected him to come back later in the evening but he did with a new velvety red gown and a pair of comfortable flat shoes.Initially I doubted us going out as a result of my ankle but Emilio withered away my doubts when he told me had spoken to the doctor already and gotten a permit from him to take me out for dinner. But even right now, as I sat next to Emilio in the car, I still felt alot jittery and frightened. His calmness was alarming and I kept on expecting him to slap or yell at me any moment but he chose to stay quiet. This is so unlike Emilio. I gulped and fiddled with my gown. There was always a sign before a storm. That I know for sure."What would you love to eat?" Emilio's deep husky voice sl

SARAHIt's been a week already since Emilio yelled at me in the hospital ward. And he kept to his words of not coming to check up on me anytime soon.He only dropped by once and that was because the doctor wanted to see him. Thankfully, I had recovered at an amazing fast rate so Emilio was needed to sign the discharge papers since he was the one that brought me here.And that was the only day he came. The next day, I was discharged and Emilio sent his driver to pick me up.I still can't believe the way he yelled at me that day in the hospital for no just reason. Was it a fault of mine for expecting him to be nicer to me because of our little hang out? Probably yes. It was totally a big mistake on my part. One I'd never repeat.I still don't understand how someone can be nice one minute and angry the next second? Now I'm fully sure Emilio suffers from a personality disorder, he is definitely bipolar or he has multiply personalities.I just knew his farcade care and concern wouldn't las

Pain is crushing, agonizing, and merciless. It possesses the ability to shatter even the strongest minds, reducing them to fragments and dragging them into a pit of excruciating torture. Once it reveals its ugly presence, it ruthlessly sweeps away every trace of goodness like a vicious storm, contorting them against you.It forces you to beg. It compels you to crumble. It renders you numb and void.As her eyes slowly opened, a golden glow bathed the dark room, casting a fair illumination. Though her eyesight was feeble, distant sounds of beeping machines echoed in her ears. The dim lighting danced at the edge of her vision, unmistakably signaling that this was not her room. Machines didn't belong in her space.It then dawned on Sarah that she found herself in the hospital.But why? Her ankle has healed and so has her knee so why was she back here again? Her head spinned as she tried to decipher what had happened to her.Like a comet, the memories hit her.She was shot.Sarah found he