Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 347

Sofia’s pov

“It had been so hard for me as well, it hurt me so much thzt I couldn’t be with you anymore.” I said to him in a small voice almost immediately.

“I know, Sofia… I know. If you could, you wouldn’t have left me behind.” He puffed out a harsh breath. “It was still pretty hard for me, after you left, I sank into a really depressed state, but father didn’t understand, and mother was literally of no use, as usual. I was lost in my head, and the only outlet was getting better at what I was already practicing at hand.” He shot me a glance after that, and I watched his face crumble.

“Don’t cry, Sofia. It wasn’t your fault.” He urged and that was when I realized that I had been silently crying. I hastily wiped my face. “I’m sorry, I just can’t help but feel like it’s my fault.”

“It isn’t so bad anymore, I spend a lot of times with my friends and they keep me sane, i get to leave the house whenever I want because you know, I’m not a girl and can take care of myself just fine,” He explained and I nodded my head at him in understanding, that was a known fact here in the mafia that men and women are not treated equally.

“I’m so glad about that, I’m glad you’re not in a bad place anymore.” I murmured and he hummed in response, and then he corked his head.

“I am too, but enough about me already, tell me about how you’ve been fairing.” He urged and I let out a small chuckle.

“You know, the day after you got married off, I went ahead and confronted father and asked him why he’d sell you off like that.” He confessed and my mouth fell open in shock.

“Angelo, why would you do that?!”

“Because I was so hurt and angry and devastated. Father got so pissed, he beat me up and I got grounded. He kept coming to me every night and kept reminding me that if I apologized to him, he was going to forgive me, but I refused, until he got tired and forgave me.” He spoke and my mouth fell open even more.

“That’s really a lot Angelo, you shouldn’t have done that.” I whispered as I tightened my hold on his hand.

“I did and I’m not sorry, I’d still do it again if I have to. Father doesn’t bother about beating me because he knew he’d just be wasting my time, instead, he’d take me to those underground fighting rings and pair me up with people way better than I am so they’d beat me up instead and make me lose before a lot of people.”

“What? Why would he do that??” I demanded with my eyes still wide in shock.

“To punish me. But that somehow backfired on him, you know? Because the more I got beaten up in those rings, the more I became better… and now, I’m the youngest most strongest person that fights there.” There was pride in his voice when he spoke this time and I felt an emotion swell really hugely in my chest, because it was obvious that this meant so much to him.

“That’s really awesome, Angelo.” I cried out.

“I know, right? Now, tell me about your own life.”