All Chapters of Sold to the Mafia king : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lina’s POV I didn’t move for seconds after Mom said those words. We’re leaving. For good. They echoed in my head like something final, something irreversible. The kind of decision that didn’t bend, didn’t wait, and didn’t ask for permission. I sat there on the couch, my fingers laced together so tightly they almost hurt, staring at nothing and everything at once. Leaving. Not just the house. Not just the street I grew up on. It might be the city. The country. Everything. A slow breath slipped past my lips as the weight of it settled deeper into my chest, as I had final understood her words. Maybe… maybe she was right. Maybe leaving was the only way. A fresh start. A place where no one knew me. Where no one knew him. Where the past didn’t cling to me like a shadow I couldn’t outrun. My hand moved unconsciously to my stomach, resting there, light… careful. For my baby. For me. For my family. The thoughts came one after the other, each one trying to convince me, trying to ma

Carlino’s POV Power doesn’t slip. It’s taken. Or… it’s given away. Tonight, I will do the latter. ~~~ The hall is already filled by the time I step in. They stood up when I entered. Not entirely out of respect. It’s instinct. Conditioned. The weight of my name is still pressed on their spines even now— seconds before I strip it of everything it means. Council members lined in the front. Old blood. Calculated eyes. Men who’ve seen kings rise and fall and still believe they sit above it all. Behind them—underbosses. Capos. Territory heads. Enforcers. The real spine of the empire. Further behind, shadows. Hitmen leaders. Financial minds. Representatives of allied families. Every piece that makes this empire breathe. Every piece that can turn if handled wrong. Niel stood to my right. Silent, still watching. He’s already learned a lot. I didn’t rush. I took my time walking to the center. Let the silence stretch. Let it settle into their bones. Let them feel it—something shifting

Lina’s POV “Don’t you dare utter my name from that disgusting mouth of yours.” The words left me sharp, jagged—each one slicing through the air between us, even though it was in a hush sound. My teeth clenched so tightly my jaw ached, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care, not right now. Not when he stood in front of me like this… like he had any right to. Like he didn't do anything wrong. Like it wasn't because of him my past got tainted. I turned my head quickly, my eyes darting past him, scanning the street, the windows, the faint movement behind the curtains inside the house. The laughter from within still echoed faintly—my girls, my parents, unaware about the storm that had reached out door step. But they were safe. And I intended to keep it that way. All these years, I tried to keep the safe, away from anything that has to do with my past. Ruciano shifted forward, his hand brushing against the door as if he meant to step in. Before he could even try stepping in, my palm slammed

Lina’s POV “I want him out of our lives.” The words came out quieter than I expected, but they carried weight, heavy enough to still the air in the room. Mom and Dad both looked at me, their expressions tightening in unison. I could see it in their eyes—the fear they were trying so hard to hide. “And for that,” I continued, forcing steadiness into my voice, “I’ll have to wait till morning.” The clock on the wall ticked faintly behind us, each second stretching longer than it should. “It’s already late. I’m not stepping out tonight. I can’t leave the girls with just…” I glanced between them, softening slightly. “With everything going on.” Mom’s lips parted, but she didn’t interrupt. “Romy and Tina are in school,” I added, pacing slowly now, my hands clasped together. “There’s no one else. It’s just me.” Dad shifted his weight, folding his arms loosely, but his eyes stayed fixed on me. “So listen carefully,” I said, stopping in front of them. “For the next few days, you both are

Lina’s POV “What do you mean you can’t register it?” My voice came out tighter than I intended, like something being pulled hard. He flipped a page in the file in front of him as if I hadn’t just spoken. “I already explained, ma’am.” “No, you didn’t,” I snapped, stepping closer to the desk. My fingers curled against the edge, nails pressing into the wood. “You said you can’t. That’s not an explanation, that’s avoidance.” A few heads turned. But I couldn't even care about it. “Listen—” I started again, my voice rising despite myself. “This man is dangerous. He came to my house yesterday. He threatened me. What do you think happens if I walk out of here without protection? What if he shows up again? What if he—” “He won’t,” he cut in flatly. The certainty in his tone made my stomach twist. “You don’t know that,” I shot back immediately. “You don’t know him.” His lips pressed into a thin line. “I know enough.” Something about the way he said it, low, controlled — made my skin p