All Chapters of Auctioned As A Bride To The Mafia Boss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The room was thick with tension, a silent battle of wits playing out between Charles and the lawyer, Mr. Aldrin. The man in the well-tailored suit hadn’t lost his pleasant expression, but there was a distinct shift in his demeanor—a quiet, dangerous kind of authority that I hadn’t noticed before. His fingers skimmed over the polished wooden desk as he leaned forward slightly, his smile never faltering. "Mr. Vantorel," he said smoothly, "I must remind you that, as per the contract you have just signed, inquiries regarding the firm’s internal workings are not within your rights to request." Charles' smirk faltered. "Oh? And why is that?" Mr. Aldrin tilted his head slightly, amusement flashing behind his eyes. "Because you have already received full access to the funds, and, legally, your concerns should now be directed towards ensuring proper management of your newly compensated property." Marianne shifted beside Charles, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against the side

I forced a delighted expression onto my face as I turned to Carla. "Carla!" I said brightly, tilting my head as if her presence alone was a pleasant surprise. "What a coincidence. I didn't think I'd run into you here." From the corner of my eye, I subtly signaled to Mira, the briefest flick of my fingers, a warning to 'not blow my cover'. Mira’s expression remained unreadable, but I could feel her assessing the situation. Carla, ever the queen of condescension, smiled like a cat that had found an injured bird. "I was just so* surprised to see you here, Selene. In this mall, of all places." She glanced at Mira, her gaze sweeping over the clipboard in her hands before flicking back to me. "I assume she's the one in charge of making purchases. And you—what, tagging along as a good little maid?" My smile didn’t falter. "Oh, Carla. Always so thoughtful." I turned to Mira with a playful glint in my eyes. "Can you believe it? Carla’s so concerned about my career choices." Mira said nothin

I sat stiffly in the grand study, my eyes trained on Madame Elara, who stood before me like a war general preparing to send me into battle."Conversation," she began in a clipped tone, "is not merely about exchanging words, Miss Selene. It is about power. Control. Influence." I barely suppressed an eye roll. She continued, completely ignoring my growing disinterest. "When you walk into that ballroom tonight, you will be surrounded by the most powerful figures in the underworld. Each of them will be analyzing your every move, every syllable that escapes your lips. One misstep, and you could tarnish Mr. Delano’s reputation." I perked up. "Oh? So, what you're saying is, I hold immense power here?" Mira let out a barely audible snicker. Madame Elara exhaled sharply through her nose. "Not in the way you’re thinking, Miss Selene." I shrugged. "Still sounds like I have some leverage." "You do not," she deadpanned. Raphael, who had been silently watching, smirked. "I don’t kno

Raphael’s posture remained relaxed, his expression unreadable, but I could feel the tension rolling off him in quiet, dangerous waves. Dante, ever the troublemaker, leaned back slightly, a lazy grin stretching across his face. “Relax, cousin. I’m only making observations. No need to act like I just threatened your empire.” “You’re not a threat,” Raphael said flatly. Dante chuckled. “That’s what makes me dangerous.” Dante was pushing his buttons, testing the limits of his patience, enjoying every second of it. I had to admit—it was entertaining.Watching Raphael try to stay composed while his cousin poked at him like an annoying little brother made him feel... less perfect. Less like the untouchable Mafia king and more like a man who could be provoked. That was interesting. However, the atmosphere shifted the second a new voice interrupted their exchange. “Mr. Delano,” a smooth, measured voice called out. Both men turned at the same time, their silent battle of wills m

I lay against his chest, both of us tangled in each other’s heat, our breathing still uneven. The air inside the car was thick with the scent of sex, of power, of something neither of us dared name out loud. My legs trembled, still wrapped around his waist, my fingers buried in his now-messy hair. For a moment, everything was still. Silent. Just our hearts hammering against one another. Then the car rolled to a stop. Raphael tensed. I blinked up at him. "We're home?" He smirked, dragging his thumb lazily across my swollen bottom lip. "Unfortunately." Before I could process the shift in momentum, the soft click of the car door being opened made my blood run cold. I jolted back. “Shit!” I scrambled for my gown, fumbling to find the straps I’d tossed off somewhere during our heated exchange. Raphael didn’t move. He leaned back, watching me with that infuriating calm he wore like armor. Then—just as I started pulling the neckline of my dress over my chest, he held my wrist and shoo