All Chapters of The lost Mafia princess : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sophia sat by the window in her room, her fingers tracing the smooth wooden surface of the desk. The mansion outside was eerily quiet, the usual rush of activity reduced to nothing but the distant hum of voices and footsteps in the hallways. It had been days since her last training session with Mr. Black, and she couldn’t stop thinking about it. The way he pushed her, the way he looked at her with those piercing eyes through the mask—it stayed with her, gnawing at the edges of her thoughts.But after that day, he had kept his distance. She wasn’t sure why, but something in the way he carried himself afterward told her it was deliberate. The intensity between them was palpable, a chemistry she couldn’t explain, but he seemed determined to put space between them.For some reason, it bothered her. She tried to tell herself that she didn’t care, that his opinion didn’t matter. After all, he was the one who had taken her, the one who had turned her life upside down. But the more she tho

Mike stood outside his father’s bedroom door, his heart heavy with the burden of what he was about to confess. He’d been putting this conversation off for as long as possible, trying to manage the situation himself, but now it was clear that his father needed to know. There was no hiding from it anymore.Taking a deep breath, Mike knocked lightly on the door before pushing it open. His father, Alexander, sat up in bed, looking more tired and frail than Mike remembered. The years had not been kind to him, and the toll of their family’s struggles was evident in the lines on his face and the weariness in his eyes.“Mike,” his father greeted, his voice raspy but warm. “Come in, son.”Mike stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He could feel the weight of the truth pressing down on him, making every step heavier than the last.“How are you feeling, Dad?” Mike asked, trying to ease into the conversation.Alexander gave a weak smile. “Old and tired, but I’ll manage. What bring

Mike sat in the corner of the hospital room, his head in his hands, unable to bring himself to look at his father lying there, hooked up to machines that beeped and whirred quietly. His father, Alexander, the man who had always been the pillar of strength in their family, was now reduced to this fragile state—a mere shadow of his former self.The accident had been sudden and brutal, and now the doctors had given them a chilling prognosis: a 50% chance of him waking up. Mike’s chest tightened as he replayed the events in his mind, over and over. It was his fault. If he hadn’t made the decisions he had, if he hadn’t kept things from his father—if he hadn’t involved Mr. Black or Nick—his father wouldn’t be in this bed, fighting for his life.His brothers, Zack, Leo, and Ryan, stood around the room in silence. They, too, couldn’t seem to grasp the reality of what was happening. Their father—their leader, the one who always had all the answers—was now vulnerable, teetering on the edge be

As the door slammed behind Sophia, Mr. Black remained still, staring at the space she had occupied just moments before. The sound of her footsteps echoed down the hallway, fading into the distance, and a heavy silence settled over his office. He let out a long, tired sigh, dragging a hand down his face. He hadn’t meant to be so harsh. He hadn’t wanted to yell at her, to push her away like that. But Sophia… she had a way of making him feel things he wasn’t used to feeling—things he had spent years training himself to ignore.Frustration. Guilt. Confusion.And something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Something that unsettled him in ways he hadn’t expected.He was Mr. Black, the Don of one of the most powerful Mafias in the world. At twenty-six, he had built an empire with his bare hands, earning the respect and fear of everyone who crossed his path. He wasn’t supposed to be fazed by anyone—let alone a girl like Sophia.But there was something about her. Something that got un

The day started off the same as all the others since Sophia got to the estate. She woke up early, her room's tight curtains hardly allowing any light to come through. The mansion's walls felt like they were attempting to smother her, and the cool morning air made everything inside feel heavy. Still, this was her daily pattern now—get up, workout, and maintain a low profile. She had been instilled with discipline by Mr. Black. Even while she understood that he was merely training her for something far bigger, the tiredness she experienced persisted despite the fact that every session and sparring match was meant to expose her flaws. It was the same today.After entering the training area, Sophia noticed that her black athletic wear was too tight around her skin. The girl who had initially arrived had changed. She was now faster, stronger, and more aware of her surroundings due to the changes in her physique. Now, she unleashed punches with purpose and calculated dodges. However, Mr.