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

Selena stormed down the hallway, her breath coming in sharp bursts. Every step she took away from Adrian’s room felt like a victory. Her anger burned brightly in her chest, drowning out the pain that threatened to creep in. She wouldn’t cry over him—not tonight, not ever again.As she reached the corner of the hallway, she nearly bumped into a young maid carrying a stack of folded towels. The girl gasped, her eyes wide as she looked up at Selena. "Ma'am," the maid stammered, adjusting the towels in her arms. "Is everything all right?" Selena squared her shoulders, forcing her voice to remain steady. "Everything is fine. I need a different room to sleep in tonight. Can you show me one?" The maid hesitated, her gaze flickering with curiosity. She seemed unsure whether to follow Selena’s instructions or ask questions. "A... different room?" she repeated cautiously. "Yes," Selena said firmly, narrowing her eyes. "I don’t want to stay in that room anymore. Is there a problem?" Th

Selena woke up slowly, the warmth of a blanket wrapped around her. She blinked, disoriented, her eyes scanning the dimly lit library. The flicker of candlelight cast gentle shadows on the walls, and the room was still. She had fallen asleep in one of the chairs after her long, exhausting conversation with Matteo. Her body ached from sitting for so long, and the soft, soothing silence of the library had lured her into a deep, unplanned sleep. The blanket that now covered her felt comforting, though she hadn’t noticed when it was placed over her. Her fingers brushed against the fabric, but she didn’t care about that now. What mattered was Adrian—she needed answers, and she needed them now.Her mind was a whirlwind as she stood up, stretching her stiff muscles. The floor creaked underfoot as she walked toward the door, the cold air hitting her skin like a slap. The sun had already dipped below the horizon, leaving only a faint glow in the sky. She couldn’t waste any more time. The questi

The night air was thick with tension, the docks stretching before them, dark and silent except for the occasional creak of the wooden planks beneath their feet. The ocean waves lapped gently against the shore, a stark contrast to the storm brewing among the men waiting in the shadows. Adrian stood at the edge of the pier, his coat billowing slightly in the wind. His sharp eyes locked onto the distant lights of a cargo ship approaching, fingers flexing at his sides. The shipment was on schedule, but something felt off. "Everything in place?" he asked, voice calm but laced with steel. Matteo, standing beside him, nodded. "Yeah. Our guys are stationed all around. The ship docks in ten minutes. We offload, move fast, and get the shit out of here before the cops even take a piss break." Adrian exhaled slowly, jaw tightening. "And Cassio's men?" Matteo hesitated—a fucking half-second too long. "They’re supposed to be watching the east entrance. But I don’t trust those assholes,"

The city never slept, but tonight, Adrian moved through the shadows like a fucking ghost.The Varela brothers were killers—professionals. They weren’t street-level thugs looking for a quick payday. They were fucking relentless, the kind of men who would study him, track his movements, learn his weaknesses before making their move. But they wouldn’t get the fucking chance. The hunters were about to become the hunted. --- Adrian sat in his office, fingers drumming against the heavy mahogany desk. The dim light barely illuminated the room, casting long, jagged shadows on the walls. The air smelled like whiskey and gunpowder—his usual blend. Matteo stood by the window, a cigarette burning between his fingers, his sharp eyes scanning the street below. Nico paced like a caged animal, phone clutched tightly in his hand. "We got a lead," Nico muttered, stopping mid-step. He glanced down at his phone, then back up. "Cassio brought the Varela brothers in through one of his old conta

Selena’s breath was warm against his neck, her body still trembling in his arms. Adrian didn’t let go. He couldn’t. He had spent hours, days, tearing the city apart for her, killing for her. But none of that mattered if she was still stuck in the nightmare Cassio had left behind. She shifted slightly, her fingers still curled into his shirt, her breathing uneven. He felt it—her hesitation, her struggle, the war raging inside her. And then, she moved. Slowly, she lifted her head, her face inches from his. Her lips parted slightly, her breath fanning over his skin. Her eyes, dark and unreadable, locked onto his. “Selena…” His voice was hoarse, uncertain. Her fingers slid up his chest, tracing the collar of his shirt. He swallowed hard, every muscle in his body tensing as she leaned in closer. Then— “Fuck me,” she whispered. Adrian’s breath caught. For a moment, he thought he had misheard her. But her eyes—those haunted, defiant eyes—told him otherwise. He clenched hi