Sold To The Mafia Lord ( Mafia obsession)

Sold To The Mafia Lord ( Mafia obsession)

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I was sold to pay off my father's debt. But instead of freedom, I found myself owned by a monster in a suit. Emilia never expected her life to be torn apart overnight. Quiet, soft-spoken, and painfully naïve, she was handed over like a transaction, to the most feared Mafia Lord in the city. Lucien Moretti is powerful, ruthless, and cold as ice. He doesn't need her love, just her obedience. But Emilia isn't prepared for the way his eyes burn when someone else touches her. Or the way her heart races when he lowers his walls, if only for a second. Everyone says Lucien has no soul. But monsters don't protect girls like her. And they definitely don't bleed. As secrets unravel and blood debts resurface, Emilia must decide: is Lucien her captor... or her only chance at survival? In a world of betrayal and danger, she was sold to the devil. But the devil might just be falling for her.

Chapter 1 Sold Like Property

The rain had already soaked through Emilia's thin sweater by the time the black car stopped in front of the massive iron gates. She was shivering, more from fear than cold, but she didn't speak. She didn't dare.

"Out," the man in the passenger seat barked.

Emilia obeyed. Her shoes sank into the gravel driveway. She heard the door slam shut behind her, and the engine roared to life before the car disappeared back down the road, leaving her behind.

The gates opened slowly, creaking like something out of a horror film. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep her trembling hidden as two guards approached, dressed in black and armed.

"You're the girl?" one of them asked, looking her up and down with a frown. "He really paid for this?"

Emilia said nothing.

The guard snorted. "Follow me."

She was led through the front door of a mansion too grand to be real. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and silence so thick it echoed. She didn't belong here. She didn't belong anywhere. Her stepfather had signed the papers that morning. A contract-her life in exchange for wiping clean the blood debt he owed. She hadn't seen Lucien Moretti yet, the man who now owned her. Only heard his name whispered in fear on the streets. The Ice King. The Mafia Lord. The man who killed with a smile.

He didn't want her as a wife. Or a lover. He wanted to own her. A maid. A servant. A breathing reminder of her stepfather's shame.

The guard opened a door and gestured. "Wait here. Don't move."

Emilia stepped into a dark room lit only by the fire in the corner. She heard the door close behind her.

Then silence.

Her heart pounded so loudly it filled her ears.

She waited.

One minute. Two. Maybe five.

Then she felt it. A presence.

She turned slowly-and there he was.

Lucien Moretti stood near the fireplace, a glass of amber liquid in his hand, dressed in a dark suit that clung to his tall, broad frame. His face was all sharp edges and cold beauty. He looked carved from stone. Eyes like ice. Lips that didn't know how to smile.

He didn't speak. He just stared.

So did she. Until his voice sliced through the silence.

"You're smaller than I expected."

Emilia flinched.

Lucien took a slow sip of his drink, then set it down. He walked toward her, each step calculated, calm, lethal. She backed up instinctively.

"I don't like noise. I don't like disobedience. And I especially don't like liars," he said, stopping just inches from her.

She nodded. "Yes, sir."

Her voice was so soft it was barely a whisper.

He tilted her chin up with one finger, forcing her to meet his gaze. Her eyes shimmered with fear.

"And I don't touch what's broken."

Then he let go, turning away without another word. Emilia stood frozen, heart hammering against her ribs, lungs struggling to take in air.

Lucien picked up his drink again, his voice flat. "Your room is down the hall. Rosa will show you. You start at five a.m. sharp. Don't be late."

"Yes, sir," she whispered.

But he was already walking away, the firelight catching the silver glint of the ring on his finger.

That night, Emilia curled up on the edge of a giant bed in a room too luxurious for someone like her. She didn't cry. She'd done enough of that in the car.

Instead, she stared at the ceiling and wondered what she had just been sold into. And why the man who owned her had looked at her like she was already shattered.

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Sold To The Mafia Lord ( Mafia obsession)
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Chapter 1 Sold Like Property

08/05/2025

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Chapter 2 Quiet Rules and Cracked cups

08/05/2025

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Chapter 3 Something He shouldn't Feel

08/05/2025

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Chapter 4 The Wound Beneath The Suit

08/05/2025

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Chapter 5 A Warning and A Whisper

08/05/2025

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Chapter 6 A Cage With a View

19/05/2025

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Chapter 7 Know Your Place

19/05/2025

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Chapter 8 Reality Begins

19/05/2025

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Chapter 9 Colder Than Winter

19/05/2025

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Chapter 10 The Girl in Red

19/05/2025

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Chapter 11 The Monster Beneath The Silk

19/05/2025

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Chapter 12 Blood in the Walls

19/05/2025

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Chapter 13 A Strange Kind of Safe

19/05/2025

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Chapter 14 The Pieces Beneath the Surface

19/05/2025

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Chapter 15 Whispers of War

19/05/2025

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Chapter 16 Chains of Smoke

03/06/2025

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Chapter 17 The Ashes She Left Behind

04/06/2025

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Chapter 18 The Silence Between Shadows

05/06/2025

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Chapter 19 Blood At The Gate

06/06/2025

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Chapter 20 The Devil Doesn't Knock

06/06/2025

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Chapter 21 A Weakness Or A Weapon

06/06/2025

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Chapter 22 The Queen

06/06/2025

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Chapter 23 Another Queen in her Cage

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Chapter 24 The king's Wraith

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Chapter 25 The Silence Before The Storms

07/06/2025

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Chapter 26 His Weakness

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Chapter 27 Blood and Obsession

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Chapter 28 The Enemy Revealed

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Chapter 29 Blood for Blood

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Chapter 30 Fire in His Veins

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Chapter 31 Marked

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Chapter 32 Hunted

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Chapter 33 The Storms Incoming

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Chapter 34 The Watcher

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Chapter 35 Low Altitude, High Voltage

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Chapter 36 The Vulture

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Chapter 37 Hideaway

07/06/2025

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Chapter 38 The Right Hand

08/06/2025

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Chapter 39 Unsaid Things

09/06/2025

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Chapter 40 Beneath The Heat

10/06/2025