บททั้งหมดของ Sold To Mafia King: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Aruna refused to look away.Even tied to a chair.Even weakened.Even drugged.She would not look away from herself.Because that was what the twin was.Not a stranger.Not an enemy.A possibility.A version of her that had never been forced to survive.The twin circled her slowly.Barefoot.Silent.Predatory.Observing every breath. Every twitch. Every flicker of emotion.“You’re studying me,” Aruna said.The twin stopped behind her.“Yes.”Her voice was calm.Controlled.Perfect.“I want to know what makes you different.”Aruna let out a quiet breath.“I chose.”The twin tilted her head.“That’s not an answer.”“It’s the only answer.”The twin stepped into her view again.“You think choice makes you stronger?”Aruna met her gaze.“I know it does.”The twin crouched in front of her again.Close.Close enough to see the microscopic differences between their faces.“You hesitated,” the twin said.“When?”“With him.”Dante.Aruna didn’t deny it.“Yes.”The twin’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Aruna didn’t let go of him.Not in the car.Not in the elevator.Not even when the penthouse doors closed behind them.Her fingers remained wrapped tightly in Dante’s shirt, as if reality might dissolve if she loosened her grip.Dante didn’t try to pull away.He let her hold on.He let her breathe him in.He let her remember she was alive.Safe.His.The city lights spilled across the penthouse in fractured gold, but Aruna barely saw them.All she saw was him.All she felt was him.All she knew—Was that he had chosen her.Not because he had to.Because he wanted to.Dante reached up slowly, his hand brushing her hair away from her face.His touch was gentle.Careful.Almost reverent.“You’re shaking,” he said quietly.“I know,” she whispered.She hadn’t stopped.Not since she saw herself standing free while she sat tied and helpless.Not since she saw the possibility of being replaced.Erased.Forgotten.Dante’s thumb brushed lightly across her cheek.“She can’t take your place.”Aru

"You moved it."Sienna’s voice was quiet, but it cut through the silence of Arun’s private office sharper than a blade.Arun didn’t look up immediately.He remained seated behind his desk, fingers steepled beneath his chin, eyes fixed on the city skyline beyond the floor to ceiling glass. Night had fallen fully now. The empire beneath him glittered in obedience. Lights. Movement. Power.Control.Everything was exactly where he wanted it.Except one thing.Except her."Say it again," he said calmly.Sienna stepped closer. Her heels made soft, deliberate sounds against the marble floor."You moved the DNA sample," she repeated. "Before they could sabotage it."Now he looked at her.Those dark eyes locked onto hers, unreadable and dangerous."You’re smarter than most people in this building," he said.It wasn’t praise.It was acknowledgment.And somehow, that meant more.Her heart beat faster, but she refused to let it show."You knew someone would try," she said."I knew someone already

War did not begin with gunfire.War began with truth.Aruna stood motionless, her eyes fixed on the tablet in Victor’s hand. The numbers were simple. Date. Amount. Recipient.Adrian.And the sender—Her mother.Her heart slowed. Too slow. As if her body refused to process what she was seeing.“It doesn’t make sense,” she whispered.Dante stood beside her, close enough for his warmth to reach her, but he did not touch her. He knew she needed space to think, not comfort.“We don’t know the context yet,” he said calmly.Aruna let out a quiet laugh.Not because it was funny.Because it was cruel.“Context?” she repeated softly. “My mother paid the man who destroyed my life.”Victor spoke carefully. “The transfer happened eighteen years ago.”Eighteen years.Aruna closed her eyes briefly.She had been a child. Safe. Loved. Untouched by the darkness that would later consume everything.Her hands curled into fists.“Or,” she said slowly, opening her eyes, “she paid him to protect me.”Silenc

“Don’t sign it.”Arun’s voice cut through the silence like a blade drawn from its sheath.The pen froze in Alina’s hand.She did not look up immediately. Her fingers tightened slightly around the expensive black lacquer pen, its gold tip hovering just a breath above the paper that would legally transfer half of Mahardika Group’s emergency liquid assets into Victor’s subsidiary.Victor smiled across the long mahogany table, his expression calm, patient, confident.Predatory.“Mrs. Mahardika,” Victor said smoothly, his tone polite but edged with something darker, “this is only a temporary restructuring. Surely your husband explained the necessity.”Alina finally lifted her gaze.Her heart pounded violently in her chest.Arun stood at the far end of the conference room, his broad shoulders framed by the floor to ceiling windows. The city stretched behind him, glittering under the late afternoon sun, but his presence eclipsed everything.His eyes were cold.Not the distant cold she had gr