Sold To The Mafia Don
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"My gift has finally arrived, a perfect specimen, perfect for an heir."
***
If only I had known that I wouldn't ever return to my house. Never see my mother, my siblings, or Violet... I never would have gotten in that car.
My father remarked, "She's all yours,"
"Dad? Dad? Dad?! " I yelled. I squirmed as tears began to stream, attempting to break free.
***
Years have passed...
"My gift has finally arrived," said a voice I recognized. That voice was the catalyst for my downfall.
"Well, now that we're acquainted, I think we can go see my son." You know, I purchased you for him. "A perfect specimen, perfect for an heir," he murmured, a nasty smirk on his face.
***
"Son!" Antonio applauded.
"What do you want, father?" I felt a little chill at the sound of the fresh voice. The Italian accent in the words, together with how deep, velvety, and dominating it was, shook me to my very core. I was a little pleased that he spoke so harshly about his father.
He had midnight-black hair that fell in a part of his onyx eyes, which was lengthy in the center but short on the sides. Deeply tanned complexion, full pink lips, and a jawline with a five o'clock shadow.
He was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt beneath that had the first three buttons undone, revealing some tattoos. His hands were encrusted with silver rings, some of which had black jewels. Both hands and backs of both had tattoos.
I was intrigued by the creative swirls since I was ignorant of the whole tattoo.
Not if he made the decision to remove his shirt.
***
Lucy was sold to Antonio Martinelli, the former boss of the biggest Italian mafia when she was 14 years old. After spending years in the "safe house," Lucy is delivered to his son Luca Martinelli, the new leader, as a birthday gift. Luca fights the urge to fall in love with the ebony beauty as Lucy attempts to keep a promise she made and regain her former self. Will they endure all the deceit, lust, murder, and betrayal committed in the name of love together?
Sold To The Mafia Don Chapter 1
Running out of the house, I put on shoes as quickly as I could and grabbed my phone.
"Lucy!" My father screamed, which I heard.
"Coming!" I retorted while sprinting past the rooms of my sister and brother and down the hall.
Dad was planning to take me somewhere. Since he wasn't around for my 14th birthday yesterday, he claimed that it was a surprise, particularly for me. Despite my siblings' objections, my mom and siblings were instructed to remain. On the other side, my mother was okay with my leaving. I had finally developed into a useful adult in this household, she said. That meant a lot to me since I was the last to be born. My 16-year-old sister and 19-year-old brother have always been more important than me. My moment to shine has come.
I checked the message when my phone rang. It came from Violet, my closest buddy. She treated me like no one else, even though I was the daughter of Mazadora town's tech multimillionaire, Andre Grey. like I was a regular person.
Ready for tomorrow, Violet?
A kind of picnic gathering was being held at my school. I had intended to go with Violet.
I was born prepared, Lucy. I'll die if I miss this party, haha.
Violet: "Lucy! ", Isn't it the truth? I don't have the whole day. My dad's yell startled me out of my mellow frame of mind, and I sprinted down the mansion's main staircase, my dark hair swinging and my silky chocolate brown skin gleaming beneath the chandelier's lights.
Lucy: Hey girl, TTYL. I must go.
Violet: Alright. Hello, girl. Thank you.
Love you too, Lucy
As I approached my father, who assisted me in boarding the vehicle, I put my phone aside while grinning. If only I had known that I wouldn't ever return to my house. Never see my mother, my siblings, or Violet... I never would have gotten in that car.
"So, where are we going?" you ask. With enthusiasm in my voice, I ventured to ask my father.
He continued, not looking at me but at his phone, "It's a surprise, Lucy."
Just drop me a clue, please. Dad, please," I pleaded. I was curious about our destination. I hated being confused. For a brief moment, while my dad was looking at me, I believed I saw rage and hatred in his eyes for me, but it quickly vanished, so I ignored it. He did not despise me. I was his blood; I was his daughter. You don't detest blood, Lucy. We are traveling to a location where Daddy will buy a little, insignificant item for a lot more money than it is worth. Then, Dad would feel relieved," he continued in a chilly tone, which I also ignored.
You're going to work, and I'm going to assist, right? I queried.
"Yes."
What is the little, pointless item you want to sell? I questioned while citing him.
Something that was a serious error. Lucy, try not to worry too much. You'll find out soon enough, his response caught my attention. However, he didn't seem eager to elaborate, so I just complied with his request and remained quiet.
We left town and traveled through the city. My father turned to face me after we had traveled a few decent kilometers into the desert. "Lucy, hand over your phone to me".
I delivered it to him without asking after reaching into my pocket. My dad, he was. I was expected to comply. My phone was thrown out when he rolled down the window. My mouth fell open. I stiffened because I didn't want to scream or shout at him. I was a helpless youngster who was nice and compliant. It's how I was brought up. Parents must enforce the law or face the repercussions. As I sat rigidly cursing him in my brain, I did so in sin. He had better get me a new phone.
We stumbled and found a warehouse a little while later. We were driven in and parked by the limo driver. My mocha skin broke out in goosebumps as terror slowly moved up my spine and settled in my head. My dad pushed open the vehicle door and stepped out, asking me to follow. I complied. He led me inside the warehouse by grabbing my upper arm. It was ancient and had a chemical smell to it. I sneezed many times, but my dad didn't seem concerned. I pondered if my health would benefit from being here. When I stumbled and fell, my knees sinking into the chilly, hard earth, I wondered whether Dad had noticed that I had. "Ow," I moaned.
"Yes," my dad answered. What was happening?
Not the best. She is insufficient, so don't worry. The elderly guy remarked with a gruff, thick Italian accent, "We'll mold her.
My father said, "My money?" and the elderly guy waved a finger to a bodyguard who was approaching with a briefcase. When I opened it, there was plenty of cash. Stacks upon stacks of $100 banknotes. My father walked cautiously forward, looking over the cash before closing the case and grabbing it.
My father remarked, "She's all yours," and moved away from... me?
One of the two males approached and took hold of my arm. My eyes suddenly shifted to my dad. "Dad? What is happening? I asked, but he ignored me and went to go as another guard approached and grabbed my other arm.
"Dad? Dad? Dad?! Who are you following? Release me! Dad!" I yelled. I squirmed as tears began to stream, attempting to break free. I struck, bit, kicked, and scratched. No matter how much I yelled and fought, no matter how much anguish I caused the guys, they wouldn't let go.
"DAD! COME BACK! I apologize! PLEASE! DAD! YOU CRAP FUCKERS! DON'T TOUCH ME, PLEASE! HELP! ANYONE HELP?
My face ached as my head jerked to the side. It took me some time to realize that I had been smacked by the elderly guy and that his rings had sliced into my face.
"You, my little spitfire, possess an inner spark that I don't like. Do not fret. Damien will extinguish that flame completely," answered the elderly guy. "Get rid of her."
I was violently taken to a vehicle with a black tint. I was restrained, muzzled, and had a black sack placed over my head. After being tossed into the vehicle, I rolled and struck what seemed like a pole with my back. My tears were long gone and dry. I had to stop crying. I had no depth. a body devoid of soul. In that instant and the one after it, just my survival mattered.
I made a pledge and a commitment at that very time. My parents, my dad, my mom, and my siblings would cover the cost. even if it was the last action I took.
I am aware that I lied when I said that you do not detest blood. When blood is shed, hatred becomes stronger.
And I'll let them know about it.
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Sold To The Mafia Don of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
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8.4
To keep her grandmother on life support, Aracely was blackmailed into taking Evelyn's place in the pitch-black bedroom of the ruthless billionaire, Brennen Levine.
After that night, Evelyn tossed a hideous silicone scar at her feet, forcing Aracely to glue it to her face and work as a bottom-tier maid in his estate so he would never recognize her.
Brennen, suffering from chronic insomnia, was completely addicted to the sweet gardenia scent of the woman from the dark. But when he saw the "disfigured" Aracely scrubbing floors, he was physically repulsed, publicly humiliating her and calling her a monster.
Meanwhile, Evelyn paraded around as his soon-to-be wife. Terrified of her lies unraveling, Evelyn constantly abused Aracely, throwing scalding coffee at her face and threatening to pull the plug on her grandmother if Aracely didn't sneak back into Brennen's room to act as his human sleeping pill.
Aracely endured the suffocating fake scar, the insults, and the freezing servant quarters. She ground her teeth, swallowing the bitter injustice just to keep her only family alive, wondering when this torturous hell would ever end.
But Evelyn's malice knew no bounds. When Evelyn raised her hand to strike again, threatening to rip off the very disguise she forced Aracely to wear, something inside Aracely finally snapped.
"Do not push me."
Aracely locked her hand around Evelyn's wrist in a bone-crushing grip, completely unaware that Brennen was watching from the balcony above, his dark eyes narrowing as a dangerous realization hit him.
8.5
Everyone knew Caroline loved Jacob, the frail man in a wheelchair, even giving up her chance at marrying into wealth for him.
She devoted everything to his recovery, enduring hardship and humiliation to help him stand again.
When he finally recovered, they were praised as perfect together-until danger came.
Faced with saving her or her sister, Jacob chose the latter without hesitation. Only in her final moments did Caroline realize his heart was never hers.
Reborn, she made a different choice, choosing power over love.
When Jacob later begged, she looked down coldly. "I have no interest in men who can't stand on their own."
8.3
Betrayed at the altar. Replaced by her own sister.
On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Amara loses everything-her fiancé, her dignity, and her future.
But that same night, a dangerous man steps out of the shadows with an offer she can't refuse.
Marriage. Power. Revenge.
Now bound to a ruthless CEO, Amara is ready to destroy everyone who betrayed her.
There's just one problem...
Her new husband knows more about her past than he should.
And the closer she gets to revenge-
the more she realizes she may have married the man who ruined her in the first place.
9.7
I was the Luna of the Black Moon pack, happily carrying the Alpha's heir and believing in our Fated Mate bond.
But on a romantic getaway to the mountains, my beloved mate Ryker suddenly pushed me off a cliff.
As I dangled over the abyss, pleading for help, he just sneered and crushed my fingers under his heavy boot.
"Such a shame, my dear Luna."
I survived the plunge but lost my baby in a pool of my own blood.
Lying half-dead in the dark forest, I heard Ryker and his Beta confirming my "accidental" death.
He hadn't just cheated on me. He had orchestrated my murder to officially welcome his Chosen Mate.
He traded my life and our unborn pup for a piece of territory, disgusted by my mother's healing bloodline.
I couldn't understand how the sacred bond of the Moon Goddess could be so easily discarded, or how a father could butcher his own flesh and blood for power.
My love and grief were instantly replaced by a burning, venomous rage.
Fortunately, the legendary Alpha King passed by and saved me from the woods.
Hidden away in an ancestral sanctuary, I opened my laptop and sent a message to a mysterious ally.
"I need to get my revenge."
This time, I was going to make them pay in blood.
7.1
I was the Architect who built the digital fortress for the most feared Don in New York.
To the world, I was Brendan Wiggins’s silent, elegant Queen.
But then my burner phone buzzed under the dinner table.
It was a photo from his mistress: a positive pregnancy test.
"Your husband is celebrating right now," the caption read. "You are just the furniture."
I looked across the table at Brendan. He smiled and held my hand, lying to my face without blinking.
He thought he owned me because he saved my life ten years ago.
He told her I was just "functional." That I was a barren asset he kept around to look respectable, while she carried his legacy.
He thought I would accept the disrespect because I had nowhere else to go.
He was wrong.
I didn't want to divorce him—you don't divorce a Don.
And I didn't want to kill him. That was too easy.
I wanted to erase him.
I liquidated fifty million dollars from the offshore accounts only I could access. I destroyed the servers I had built.
Then, I contacted a black-market chemist for a procedure called "Tabula Rasa."
It doesn't kill the body. It wipes the mind clean. A total hard reset of the soul.
On his birthday, while he was out celebrating his bastard son, I drank the vial.
When he finally came home to find the empty house and the melted wedding ring, he realized the truth.
He could burn the world down looking for me, but he would never find his wife.
Because the woman who loved him no longer existed.
8.3
I was the long-lost Donovan heiress, finally brought home after a childhood in foster care. My parents adored me, my husband cherished me, and the woman who tried to ruin my life, Kiera Reese, was locked away in a mental facility. I was safe. I was loved.
On my birthday, I decided to surprise my husband, Ivan, at his office. But he wasn't there.
I found him at a private art gallery across town. He was with Kiera.
She wasn't in a facility. She was radiant, laughing as she stood beside my husband and their five-year-old son. I watched through the glass as Ivan kissed her, a familiar, loving gesture he’d used with me just that morning.
I crept closer and overheard them. My birthday wish to go to the amusement park had been denied because he’d already promised the entire park to their son—whose birthday was the same day as mine.
"She’s so grateful to have a family, she’d believe anything we tell her," Ivan said, his voice laced with a cruelty that stole my breath. "It's almost sad."
My entire reality—my loving parents who funded this secret life, my devoted husband—was a five-year lie. I was just the fool they kept on stage.
My phone buzzed. It was a text from Ivan, sent while he stood with his real family.
"Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you."
The casual lie was the final blow. They thought I was a pathetic, grateful orphan they could control.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were.
