All Chapters of Owned By The Mafia Lord: Chapter 201 - Chapter 205

SARAHShowing up at the hospital to investigate felt unreal. I couldn’t shake the irony of it all—hospitals were supposed to be places of healing, sanctuaries of truth, where people put their trust in tests and results. Yet here I was, convinced that something as crucial as Marco’s DNA test had been tampered with, and the trail of deception had led me straight to the doors of this institution.Every step toward the entrance felt heavy, like I was dragging the weight of my doubts and fears behind me. This wasn’t just about Marco or Isabella anymore. It was about the truth, about justice. If someone had tampered with his test results, they had played with his life—and mine.Tony walked beside me, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket, his expression neutral but sharp. He always had this way of staying calm, of making me feel like we weren’t walking into the lion’s den. But I couldn’t help the nerves twisting in my stomach.“This is a big risk,” I muttered, breaking th

SARAH The door shut behind Tony with a soft click, and I turned, my heart pounding in anticipation. His face was a mix of triumph and caution, and I knew immediately he had news. “Well?” I asked, crossing my arms to keep my hands from trembling. “What did Victor say?” Tony pulled out a chair and sat down, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. His expression darkened as if he were replaying the interrogation in his head. “He admitted everything,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Marco’s not the father. Victor falsified the DNA report on Isabella’s orders. She bribed him.” I felt the room spin for a moment, my breath catching in my chest. “She bribed him?” I echoed, barely able to believe it. “She really did it… and Marco has no idea?” Tony nodded grimly. “Not just that. Victor said she wasn’t working alone. Marcel threatened him to make sure he went along with the plan. This is bigger than just Isabella trying to trap Marco.” My mind raced, trying to connect the dot

MARCOThe car’s engine hummed low as I pulled into the driveway, my grip on the steering wheel tightening. My head throbbed, a dull ache that had been my constant companion these past two days. Work had been relentless—meetings, negotiations, and putting out fires that seemed to spring up faster than I could extinguish them.Handling the family’s affairs was never easy, but the past forty-eight hours had been especially draining. There had been an ambush at one of our warehouses, and while we managed to fend off the attack, the losses were significant. Supplies damaged, men injured—it was chaos. On top of that, there were whispers of disloyalty within the ranks. I had spent hours interrogating, cross-referencing every bit of information, trying to root out the traitor.I exhaled sharply, rolling my shoulders as I parked and stepped out of the car. The cool evening air did little to soothe my tension. As I approached the house, two guards at the front door straightened immediately.“Ev