SOLD TO THE MAFIA KING.

SOLD TO THE MAFIA KING.

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As we reached the main road, my father stopped, seemingly waiting for someone. "Papa, why are we here?" I questioned, my voice trembling. "Be quiet, Aria. You ask too many questions," he replied, refusing to meet my gaze. "Papa?" I called out, concerned as I noticed his trembling hands and perspiring brow. He turned to face me, his eyes filled with anxiety. "What's wrong?" I asked, my worry intensifying. He seemed worn out and stressed, as if he might collapse at any moment. "Aria," he began, but his sentence was cut short by the squealing of tires approaching us. Not just one car, but two... no, three. Before I could comprehend what was happening, we were surrounded. The door of the Lamborghini Huracán swung open, and a tall man stepped out. I found myself gaping at him before a black sack was forcefully placed over my head. I struggled, kicking and fighting, but then I heard a distinct click. "Do anything stupid, and Francesco dies..." "Francesco? That was my father... my own father..." I tried to calm myself, even though not entirely successfully, as I was thrown into a car. The journey began, and with the sack still covering my face, I had no idea where they were taking me. When the sack was finally removed, I found myself standing before Alessandro Genovese... SOLD TO THE MAFIA KING Copyright 2023. Blaliy Lilian.A. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written consent of the author, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes only. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously and are a product of the author's imagination.

SOLD TO THE MAFIA KING. Chapter 1 SOLD 1

"La signora davanti a voi è esaurita, è tutta vostra. (The lady standing before you is sold, she's all yours)". My dad said with a cold demeanor.

My heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. Did my father really mean what he said? I narrowed my eyes, studying the indifferent man in front of me. It was clear that my father's words held no significance to him. After my father's lengthy rambling, he rose from his seat. Alessandro Genovese, a powerful figure, approached us with deliberate steps. Through his shirt and loosened tie, I could sense a reluctance to conform with societal norms. It seemed I had momentarily forgotten who was advancing towards me, as I was captivated by his tall and handsome figure. My mind struggled to find the right words to describe his elegance.

Lost in my thoughts and unaware of his close proximity, he suddenly grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him and snapping me back to reality.

"She's sold?."

I looked at my father, who was trembling and sweating profusely, his nod confirming his agreement with the man's statement.

"Sold?" I whispered, startled as his voice echoed next to me.

"Maledetti figli di puttana" (Bloody motherfucker), he muttered, but my confused expression prompted no explanation.

"Paolo!" he called out, and a tall man entered the room, positioning himself not far from the door.

"There's another one, take her."

Time seemed to stand still as I stared at my father, who avoided my gaze with great conviction.

"Paolo!" he called again, his voice now louder and more menacing.

Paolo approached me and forcefully gripped my arm, causing me to flinch from the pain. "Let me go!" I couldn't help but yell, not wanting to provoke Alessandro Genovese in front of me.

"You're coming with me," he asserted, dragging me along despite my resistance.

"No! Papa!" I pleaded within my heart. "Papa, do something!" I yelled, continuing to struggle as Alessandro spoke from his position.

"Tell her, Francesco. Your daughter is confused."

All eyes turned to my father, who gulped nervously and struggled to catch his breath, avoiding eye contact with anyone.

"Francesco!" Alessandro thundered, causing my father to jolt and fall to his knees, squealing in fear.

"Mi dispiace Aria, ma questa è la tua nuova casa, abituati" (I'm sorry, Aria, but this is your new home. Get used to it), my father confessed, a mix of regret and resignation evident in his voice.

A satisfied smile appeared on Alessandro's face, as he turned his gaze back to me. "Did you hear him, Aria Francesco?"

"No, please," I whispered, looking at my father with pleading eyes, but he refused to meet my gaze.

"Sei mio" (You're mine), he emphasized, before signaling Paolo to take me away.

"No!" I struggled, causing Paolo to become irritated as he lifted me off the ground and carried me out, despite my continuous pleas.

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“As we reached the main road, my father stopped, seemingly waiting for someone. "Papa, why are we here?" I questioned, my voice trembling. "Be quiet, Aria. You ask too many questions," he replied, refusing to meet my gaze. "Papa?" I called out, concerned as I noticed his trembling hands and perspiring brow. He turned to face me, his eyes filled with anxiety. "What's wrong?" I asked, my worry intensifying. He seemed worn out and stressed, as if he might collapse at any moment. "Aria," he began, but his sentence was cut short by the squealing of tires approaching us. Not just one car, but two... no, three. Before I could comprehend what was happening, we were surrounded. The door of the Lamborghini Huracán swung open, and a tall man stepped out. I found myself gaping at him before a black sack was forcefully placed over my head. I struggled, kicking and fighting, but then I heard a distinct click. "Do anything stupid, and Francesco dies..." "Francesco? That was my father... my own father..." I tried to calm myself, even though not entirely successfully, as I was thrown into a car. The journey began, and with the sack still covering my face, I had no idea where they were taking me. When the sack was finally removed, I found myself standing before Alessandro Genovese... SOLD TO THE MAFIA KING Copyright 2023. Blaliy Lilian.A. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written consent of the author, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes only. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously and are a product of the author's imagination.”
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Chapter 2 THE GENOVESE MANSION 2

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Chapter 3 MICOLA 3

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Chapter 4 MONSTER ALESSANDRO 4

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Chapter 5 MEETING SALVATORE 5

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Chapter 6 STRIPPER 6

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Chapter 7 FINDING FRANCESCO 7

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Chapter 8 LORENZO 8

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Chapter 9 ALESSANDRO'S PISSED 9

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Chapter 10 MATTEO 10

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Chapter 11 FLAVIA MEETING ARIA 11

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Chapter 12 SENT AWAY 12

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Chapter 13 SHE MET EDOARDO 13

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Chapter 14 EDOARDO'S PROPERTY 14

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Chapter 15 CARLO 15

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Chapter 16 SAVED BY ALESSANDRO 16

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Chapter 17 THE PARTY 17

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Chapter 18 MADE OUT WITH SALVATORE 18

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Chapter 19 JEALOUS SISTER 19

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Chapter 20 LAST WARNING FLAVIA 20

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Chapter 21 MEETING MICOLA AGAIN 21

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Chapter 22 ATTACK ON ALESSANDRO 22

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Chapter 23 ATTACK ON ALESSANDRO II 23

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Chapter 24 SENT AWAY BY MICOLA 24

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Chapter 25 TREATING HER UNFAIRLY 25

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Chapter 26 ALESSANDRO'S RECOVERY 26

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Chapter 27 HE WANTS MARRIAGE 27

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Chapter 28 DISCOVERING MATTEO 28

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Chapter 29 TAKING OUT MATTEO 29

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Chapter 30 HAPPY MARRIED LIFE 30

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Chapter 31 HONEYMOON 31

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Chapter 32 HONEYMOON II 32

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Chapter 33 ALESSANDRO BEING LOVELY 33

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Chapter 34 SAME OLD ALESSANDRO 34

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Chapter 35 I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU 35

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Chapter 36 THE FUNERAL 36

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Chapter 37 BAD NEWS 37

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Chapter 38 THE STAIRCASE 38

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Chapter 39 ISOLATION 39

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Chapter 40 RECONCILATION 40

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