All Chapters of The lost Mafia princess : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Gazing at the wall on the other side of the room, Sophia sat on the edge of her bed with her legs tucked under her. She felt the mansion's silence embrace her like an unwanted blanket, thicker than normal. She was unable to forget what had transpired with Mr. Black earlier, no matter how hard she tried.The kiss. She kept replaying it in her mind, and each time it did, her heart raced for unknown reasons. It was not at all what she had anticipated. Mr. Black was never warm, fuzzy, or attached—until today. Something was different today.But why? Why had he kissed her?Sophia groaned, running her fingers through her hair as she leaned back against the bedpost. She had tried to think of every possible explanation, every rational reason for what had happened, but none of it made sense. It wasn’t like Mr. Black to act impulsively. He was always in control. So why had he done something so out of character?And why, why did she feel the way she did?She touched her lips, still feeling the g

Sophia stepped inside the mansion, the grand, imposing structure looming over her like a silent judge. The heavy door clicked shut behind her, the sound echoing through the empty hallways. She stood still for a moment, her heart racing in her chest as the weight of the letter in her pocket seemed to grow heavier with each passing second.Her hand trembled as she pulled it out, unfolding the crinkled paper and staring at the words once more._"Sophia, I can set you free..."_Her uncle’s words burned into her mind, a stark contrast to everything she had known since being under Mr. Black’s watch. She shook her head, trying to make sense of it all. Did she even want to be free? What did freedom mean in a world like this, where everyone seemed to be watching, waiting, controlling?Her thoughts drifted to Mr. Black—his unreadable gaze, his powerful presence, and that kiss. It had shaken her more than she wanted to admit. Every time she closed her eyes, she could still feel his lips on hers

The night was suffocating, its weight pressing down on Sophia as she sat in her room, the dim light of her phone casting a pale glow on her face. Her fingers hovered over the message screen, her heart thudding heavily in her chest. She had re-read Uncle Nick's letter countless times since the moment she had received it, each word carving deeper into her thoughts._“I can help you. I can set you free from Mr. Black’s grip. Trust me.”_The letter had been sitting in her drawer, hidden away like a dark secret, while her emotions battled within her. Mr. Black had made it clear that he didn’t think she was ready, that she wasn’t strong enough to join the missions. The betrayal she felt had grown with each passing day, gnawing at her pride. Now, after overhearing the men discuss yet another mission without her, something inside Sophia snapped.She clenched her fists, the sense of betrayal festering like a wound that refused to heal. How could Mr. Black—after all the training, after every

Mr. Black woke to the pale morning light filtering through the heavy curtains of his bedroom. For a moment, everything felt normal, the stillness of the mansion familiar and almost comforting. But something was off—an unease crept over him, a nagging sense that something had gone wrong. It had been there since the night before, the argument still fresh in his mind. He had been too harsh, too cold with her. His frustration with Sophia had spilled out in ways he hadn’t meant. He knew he was pushing her too hard, but it wasn’t out of cruelty. It was something he couldn’t quite explain, something deeper that gnawed at him every time he saw her. Why had he reacted like that? He sat up in bed, running a hand through his tousled hair. His chest felt tight, guilt slowly rising like a weight he couldn’t shake. All night, thoughts of her had kept him awake. He had spent so much time trying to keep a distance, to maintain control, but Sophia was different. His emotions swirled every time s

Mike sat in his office, staring blankly at the wall. The call with Mr. Black had left him fuming, actually beneath the anger something worse-guilt. He had sent Sophia away for her protection, and now she was in the hands of the very person he sought to protect her from. His uncle Nick was ruthless, unpredictable, and dangerously obsessed with revenge. And now, Sophia was his pawn.He ran a hand through his hair, leaning back in his chair as his mind ran rampant with what Nick might plan-innumerable ways he might hurt Sophia just for the sake of getting back at the family. But the one thing that really haunted him was that none of this would have ever happened had he not sent her away in the first place.He glanced toward the door, knowing his brothers were just down the hall-most likely going about their morning routine of either discussing business or making plans for the day. None of them had any idea what had been going on behind the scenes, and Mike had known better than to say a