All Chapters of Sold To The Mafia Boss: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ELEANOR The world outside passed in a blur, but I focused on it anyway, hoping it would somehow calm the thoughts racing through my mind. It had been a while since I’d seen the outside world, a while since I’d felt anything close to freedom. The last time I tried to escape didn’t end well. Not only was I found, but also dragged right back to Armando’s mansion like I never even left. It wasn’t exactly something I wanted to relive, especially not now with all the tension and uncertainty hanging in the atmosphere.The silence in the car was heavy, and I wanted to keep it that way. But apparently, Enzo had other ideas.He leaned back against his seat, tilting his head slightly in my direction. “Still giving me that attitude of yours huh?” he said, his voice low but edged with something that made my skin prickle.I didn’t respond, keeping my eyes fixed on the dark blur of the city outside the window. I was in no mood to talk to him, and I hoped he’d take the hint.But of course, he didn’

ELEANOR The pounding in my chest grew a lot louder as I heard a hard voice command us from outside. “Whoever is in there should get out of the car slowly and with both their hands where I can see them.” The tone left no room for doubt that whoever these men were, they were dead serious and fully prepared to make good on any threat. I stole a glance at Enzo, praying he’d understand that this was the time to just do whatever they asked—hopefully they'd take whatever they wanted sooner and let us be.“Enzo,” I whispered, voice shaking. “Please… don’t do anything stupid. Put the gun down. Let’s just… let’s just go along with it, okay?” I didn’t even know what I was saying—just that I was scared out of my mind, terrified that any wrong move could end in disaster.His eyes were fixed on me, hard and unmoving. “Eleanor, you don’t understand,” he murmured, tightening his grip on the gun, as if holding onto it would somehow fix this. “Let me handle it.”“No,” I said, pleading. “You’re not ha

ARMANDO The chauffeur’s words hung heavily in the air, but I wasn’t ready to believe it. My mind refused to let it sink in even as he stood there stammering.“What the fuck did you just say?” I asked, my voice low, sharp, and deadly calm.He shifted on his feet nervously, both hands trembling at his sides. “B—boss… I said… Miss Eleanor, s—she’s been taken. And Mr. Enzo…” He swallowed hard, unable to meet my eyes. “...Mr Enzo, he didn’t make it.”I barely managed to keep my composure after hearing him say that again.I turned my gaze towards Matteo who stood stiffly by the door. My patience was already on a razor’s edge and this wasn’t helping.“Why the fuck,” I said, my tone dangerously low, “would you let this fool say such nonsense to you outside, and then bring him in here to spew the same shit to my face?”Matteo didn’t answer right away, his lips pressed into a thin line as if weighing his words carefully.“At first I hoped it wasn’t true boss,” he said finally, his tone steady

ELEANOR When I woke up, everything was so dark that for a moment I thought I had gone blind. I could feel something pressing against my face, and that was when I realized that I had been blindfolded. My breathing quickened, panic rising as I tried to move my hands, but they wouldn’t budge. I tried my legs next, but the same rope seemed to have them bound together, keeping me curled up on my side.I was trapped. Helpless.The low hum of an engine vibrated beneath me so I could tell that was still in a moving vehicle. My heart raced as the memories came flooding back. Stephan, the handkerchief, Enzo...How long had I been out? Hours? Days? I had no way to know. My throat felt dry, my muscles ached, and the sheer helplessness of the situation made me want to scream. But I couldn’t. Not yet. I needed to stay calm—at least until I figured out what was going on.The vehicle slowed down suddenly and then came to a stop, making my heart skip beats repeatedly.This is it.I strained my ears

ELEANOR Stephan's boss remained standing at the top of the staircase a while longer as he seemed to carry the entire room’s attention on his shoulders. It was clear that he wasn’t just about to walk down the stairs, he was also about to make an entrance, ensuring everyone in the room knew exactly who was in charge.The air felt heavier with each step he took—each slow step a deliberate declaration of dominance. His polished shoes gleamed under the chandelier's light, and both his hands tucked inside his pockets as though he had all the time in the world. By the time he reached the base of the stairs, the room was dead silent.They all moved almost in unison—Stephan, the senior guard, and the one who had been keeping an eye on me—and one by one, they bowed their heads, murmuring greetings I couldn’t quite catch. I could tell that it wasn’t just respect because these men looked at him like he was untouchable.Fear kept my body stiff, but something else—stubbornness, or even my anger—