Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 178



Chapter 178

Luca’s POV

“I mean, I didn’t tell her about what actually happened,”

She paused for a moment. “But, she shut me up before I could even complete what I was saying, and

started accusing me of making things up and spending way too much time in my head to be able to

think up something like that.” She continued to speak in a quiet voice, her voice breaking once again

and it sounded so much like she was about to burst into tears at a certain point. I blinked once, trying to

fully process what it was that I had just heard.

“What the fuck?” I echoed out without even thinking and as expected, I didn’t get a reply. Not even a

shrug of her shoulders, or a shake of her head, nothing.

“But I didn’t make a thing up, I was telling the truth, and assuming she had listened to me or even tried

to listen to me and understand where it was that I was coming from, then I’d have been able to tell her

about what actually happened to me…” She trailed off and fell into silence, the small sound of a sob

escaping her throat was the only sound that penetrated the night after a few moments.

I remained silent behind her, with my hand squeezed tight and my mind moving at a really sharp speed,

I wanted to try to understand what it was that was wrong with the mother of Sofia, because what kind of

mother would say that kind of thing to get child without even bothering to listen to what she was about

to say. I could feel my anger start to increase slowly in my mind, and my mouth was currently set in a

thin line, and Sofia hadn’t even started to speak about the cause of her nightmare.

“Anyways,” She finally continued, sniffling back tears and moping her eyes with her fingers in the next

second. “She didn’t try to listen and so I never told her. There was no one I could tell about it. I couldn’t

talk to my little brother about it because he was way too young when it happened and wouldn’t even be

able to understand what it was that I was talking about, and so I had kept it in me and buried it deep

down in my heart.” She paused and sniffed back tears for a moment before continuing.

“It happened a few times.” She finally continued after a few moments and I mentally braced myself for

what she was going to say next because I already had a feeling where this was all going to, and I

already know that I wasn’t going to like it one bit.

“What happened a few times?” I couldn’t help it, I was starting to get impatient and restless, and

needed to know at this point.

“The assault. It happened four times.” She muttered in a flat voice after a few seconds, without her

voice breaking this time, and it felt like a bowl of ice got dumped over my face when I was deep in

sleep. I could feel my whole insides start to coil tight in a really tight grip, to the extent that I couldn’t

breathe in properly for a few seconds.

“What?” I whispered, because it felt like I hadn’t heard what she had just said properly. A part of my

mind was refusing to absorb that piece of information she had just pushed out, it was finding it hard to

even try to process it.

“The assault, it happened four times.” She continued in the next moment, not missing a beat, and I

allowed my eyes to squeeze shut in the next second as I felt pain start to dig its way into my heart.

“What assault?”

“Sexual assault.” She whispered in reply, and I saw red in the next second. The urge to hurt whoever it

was that was behind it suddenly overtook me before I could blink, stifling up my brains and heart until

all I could see was stark red.

“Who did it?” I demanded. I only needed a name, that was the only thing I needed at this very moment.

All thoughts about self control fire out the window before I could blink and I could feel my fingers start to

hurt from how tight the fist my hand currently was in.

“Um…” she started to say, then trailed off after a moment and a sob skipped out of her throat in the

next second.

“I swear, I didn’t lead them on, I didn’t act like I wanted it, but somehow, he said I acted like I wanted it

and was dying to have it, and so he had decided to grant me my wishes that way.” She started to sob

once again after a moment, stuttering her way through her sentence and I’ve never wanted to take her

into my arms and just hold her agdinst me like I wanted to in this instant.

“Sofia…” I started to speak, my voice sounding hostage to my own ears. I wanted to tell get that the

person was a sick fuck, and that there was no way she had asked for it like the stupid fuck claimed she

did. But it seemed like she wasn’t listening to whst it was that I had said, because she was starting to

speak in the next moment.

“I was surprised when he came into my room that first night. I had been really scared and had been

about to scream, but then he had threatened to kill my brother if I dared scream and so I had remained

quiet, because I didn’t want anything to happen to my little brother.” She continued to speak through

sobs, her voice breaking and cracking through her cries as she spoke, and I could feel her pain and

hurt through her words and voice. I could feel her fear and the love for hurt brother through her words

and said actions, I could feel just how selfless she was, through her words, and once again, I wanted to

take her into my arms so badly at this very moment.

“I couldn’t do a thing, couldn’t stop him because he was really big and older than I was, and I was ten

years old back then.” She continued to speak, sniffing each word and I could feel a hold wrenching

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“Fucking hell.” I cursed, as I carded my fingers through my hair and pulled on the roots hard, trying to

make myself calm down because at this point, the anger was starting to cloud my brains way too much,

and I needed to have a still clear head to be able to listen to all what it was that she was saying to me.

“He’d… he’d force himself on me, make me do things I don’t want to, make me feel dirty and disgusted,

and then he’d make me promise not to ever tell a soul, in exchange for my brother’s life.” She

continued,

“Assuming I had told my mother and she had listened to me, then maybe he’d have gotten arrested

and my brother would still be alive, but my mother didn’t ever give me a chance to start to speak.” She

breathed out in a low voice, pulling the jacket tighten around her and sniffing back tears.

“What did he do to you?” I asked in a low voice, because I was a possessive fuck that needed to

actually know what it was that the unfortunate fuck has done to her, in which I’d use to calculate what I

am going to do to him.

“Um, he’d force his mouth and hands on me and make me accept his kisses even if I do not want to.”

She paused and I held my breath unconsciously, because I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like what I

was going to hear next.

“He’d insert his finger into me and it’d hurt a whole lot, making me sob into a cloth he’d use in holding

my cries back into my mouth.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I cursed as I started to pace around a little, carding my fingers through my hair

and unbuttoning the first three buttons of my shirt.

I needed a fucking drink, I couldn’t process all these without a drink.

I was starting to feel really disgusted, because why in heavens would a man decide to do something

sexual with an underaged girl? A part of my mind started to jab at the face that Sofia was still a child

when she got married to me, but I had shoved that throughout of my mind in the next second because

Sofia was completely legal when she got married to me, coupled with the fact that I had never even got

the whole way with her yet, and the little that I had done with her, it was always with consent.

“I started to dread his presence after the first day, when he visited me the very next night. He’d smile at

me during the day like nothing was wrong, making me feel really powerless and lost.” She paused,

moping her face with her hands and then continuing. “He didn’t, um, he didn’t put himself in me,

because he said that I had to get married off as a virgin, which was the only reason as to why he didn’t

do the whole thing with me…” She paused and I tugged on my hair really hard in the next moment, as it

felt like bile was about to rise into my mouth in the next second.

“But on the fourth day, he finally stopped coming because when he inserted his finger into me, I um, I

bleeded, and he got scared because he thought he had torn through my hymen.” She continued, and I

started to feel like I had heard more than enough at this point.

“He finally stopped coming, and I had never been more relieved in my entire life.” She whispered these

parts in a low and thin voice and it felt like something cracked inside of me at that moment.


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