Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sold To Mafia King: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The sirens did not stop.They howled through the penthouse like a warning from the future, sharp and merciless. Red lights flashed against the glass walls, cutting the city into fragments of panic and shadow.Aruna stood frozen in the center of the room.The word hospital echoed in her head, repeating until it lost meaning.Dante was already moving.“Lock the elevators. Secure the exits,” he ordered, voice calm but lethal. “I want eyes on every camera, every hallway, every street.”Men scattered instantly.Aruna watched him for a second too long.This was the man the world feared.This was the man she was about to marry.And this was the man whose enemy had just touched the one person she could not lose. They

The timer blinked on the screen.00:18:42Aruna couldn’t breathe.Her childhood living room stared back at her from the video feed. The faded curtains her mother refused to replace. The crack in the ceiling from a storm ten years ago. The framed photograph of a younger Aruna, smiling without knowing how fragile happiness was.And beneath the coffee table, barely visible in the shadows—Wires.Dante was already moving.“Track the signal,” he ordered. “I want location confirmation in thirty seconds.”His voice was steady, but Aruna felt the tension radiating from him like heat before a fire.“That house is empty,” Dante said, turning to her. “Your mother hasn’t lived there in years.”Aruna shook her head.“It’s not about who’s inside,” she whispered. “It’s about what’s buried.”Dante’s eyes sharpened.“What do you mean?”She swallowed.“My mother hid things there,” she said. “Documents. Old hospital records. Debt contracts.”Realization dawned.“Evidence,” Dante said.Aruna nodded.“And

The city did not look different.That was the cruelest part.Cars still moved. People still crossed streets. Screens still flashed headlines about markets and scandals. Somewhere, someone was laughing.And yet Aruna felt like the ground beneath everything had shifted.The DNA report is real.But that doesn’t mean the story is.Adrian’s words replayed in her mind like a code waiting to be cracked.Inside the car, Dante watched her carefully.“You’re too quiet,” he said.“I’m thinking.”“About him.”“Yes.”Dante’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t interrupt.Aruna stared out the window.“If the report is real, then biologically he’s my father,” she said slowly. “But that doesn’t explain timing.”“What timing?”“He waited until now to reveal it. Not when I was weak. Not when I was alone. Now.”“When you’re strong,” Dante said.“When I’m visible.”Silence followed.Dante understood the implication.This wasn’t confession.It was positioning.“He wants to legitimize you,” Dante said.“Or destab

Aruna stopped looking for answers.She started building weapons.Three days after the sabotaged DNA test, she did something unexpected.She visited the charity foundation Adrian funded publicly.Not as a daughter.Not as an enemy.But as a donor.The foundation operated under his legal name. Clean. Transparent. Praised by media.Hospitals. Scholarship funds. Medical debt relief.Medical debt relief.The irony almost made her laugh.She walked through the glass doors alone.No heavy security.No dramatic entrance.Dante had insisted on sending men.She refused.“If I move like prey, he wins,” she had said.Dante didn’t like it.But he let her go.Inside the foundation office, she requested a private meeting with the financial director.Money opens doors faster than threats.She offered a contribution large enough to shift attention.While the director reviewed documents, Aruna observed everything.Servers. Accounting systems. Internal processing software.Adrian had always hidden power

No one fired.Not yet.But every gun in the warehouse was pointed at her.Aruna could feel Dante’s presence behind her—close enough to protect, far enough to let her choose.Always letting her choose.Adrian stood perfectly still across from her, hands relaxed at his sides, as if he weren’t the center of a battlefield.As if this were still a conversation.“You had a twin,” Aruna repeated, her voice steady despite the tremor crawling under her skin.Her biological mother stood frozen several feet away, regret written across every rigid line of her posture.“Yes,” the woman said softly.Aruna’s eyes didn’t leave Adrian.“And you took them.”Not a question.A statement.Adrian didn’t deny it.He tilted his head slightly, studying her reaction with clinical fascination.“I preserved both assets,” he said calmly.Assets.Not children.Not lives.Assets.Dante moved behind her.She felt his rage like heat against her back.“You don’t get to talk about her like property,” Dante said, his vo