SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN
Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen - Episode 59
THEME: His slave
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The next day, Sofia was alone in the hall, looking pale and withdrawn. Her eyes were sunken, and her face was etched with worry.
Mabel walked into the hall, looking excited and cheerful, but her expression changed when she saw Sofia's look. Her face became concerned, her eyebrows furrowed in worry.
"What happened to you? Why are you looking like this?" Mabel asked, her voice filled with concern. Sofia sighed sadly, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Did something happen?" She asked, her voice gentle.
Sofia didn't answer, instead, she asked, "Can we go somewhere?"
Mabel nodded, and they left the hall. Some moments later, they arrived at the park. Sofia was strolling around, her mind occupied with some thought, while Mabel sat down on a shady tree, looking at her with concern.She wondered what was wrong with Sofia, her usual bubbly and cheerful friend was now withdrawn and sad.
"You wanna talk about it?" She yelled out loud for Sofia to hear. "You know I don't like seeing you like this." She walked up to her and dragged her to come sit down. "Tell me what's bothering you?" she asked, her voice gentle.
Sofia sighed, her eyes looking down. "If you heard something that will put your relationship at risk with that person or that will make you and that person part ways, what will you do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Mabel thought for a while and then spoke
"Honestly, Sofia, I think it would depend on how serious the issue is and how much it affects our relationship. If it's something that can be worked through and forgiven, I would try to talk it out with the person and see if we can find a way to move forward together. But if it's something that's a deal-breaker for me, something that goes against my values or principles, then I think I would have to consider ending the relationship. But I would want to make sure I've thought it through carefully and considered all the implications before making a decision." She said and Sofia sighed.
Later at home, Sofia returns home and saw Troy eating at the dining table alone. Troy's face was relaxed, his eyes fixed on his food. "Hey, you're back," he said, looking up at Sofia with a smile.
Sofia's face was forced, her smile not reaching her eyes. She nodded slightly, her eyes avoiding Troy's gaze. "How was school today?" Troy asked, his face curious.
Sofia's face was expressionless, her voice flat. "Same difference," she said, her shoulders shrugging slightly.
Troy's face was concerned, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Ok, why not go in and freshen up and then join me?" he suggested, his voice gentle.
But Sofia's face was uninterested, her eyes avoiding Troy's gaze. "Nah, I think I'll pass, I'm not hungry, good night," she said, walking away before Troy could say anything.
Troy's face was surprised, his eyes wide with wonder. "Good night? It's not even time yet," he said, his voice trailing off as Sofia disappeared into her room.
Sofia entered her room and locked the door from the inside, her face twisted in anguish. She took off her clothes and went to the bathroom, filling the tub with water. She lay down in the tub, relaxing her head and letting out a deep sigh.
As she lay there, the guilt of what her dad did began to haunt her deeply. Tears streamed down her eyes, and she sobbed quietly, her body shaking with emotion.
Few hours later, Shawn returned from work, entering his living room to see Troy seated on the couch, working on his phone. Troy's face was focused, his eyes fixed on the screen.
"Hey, man, how was work today?" Troy asked, looking up at Shawn with a smile.
Shawn's face was tired, his eyes slightly droopy. "Fine," he said, looking upstairs toward Sofia's room. "Is Sofia back?"
"Yes, she came back some hours ago and has been in her room," he said.
"Did she have dinner?" he asked. His eyes filled with concern.
Troy's face was thoughtful, his eyes looking up at the ceiling. "She said she wasn't hungry, I guess something is not right with her, her mood today is different," he said.
Shawn's face was serious, his eyes filled with concern. "I noticed that too," he said.
"Did you two have a fight?" He asked.
"None that I can remember, she won't tell me what's bothering her," he sighed, his shoulders shrugging slightly.
Shawn stood at Sofia's doorstep, his face worried, his eyes filled with concern. He knocked on the door, but there was no response. He knocked again, his face growing more anxious.
"Sofia, are you in there?" he asked, his voice loud and clear.
But there was no response. Shawn sighed, his face frustrated, and tried to open the door. He noticed it was locked from the inside, and his face grew even more worried.
Troy looked at him from the downstairs, his face curious. "Is everything ok?" he asked, his voice concerned.
"Her door is locked from the inside," he replied, his voice shaking.
Troy's face was alarmed, his eyes wide with worry. He rushed to Shawn's side. "Why will she lock herself from the inside?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
His face was frantic. "I don't know," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He started to hit the door, his face desperate. "Sofia!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the hallway.
But there was no response. Troy's face was worried, his eyes filled with concern. "Don't you have spare keys? What if something happened to her?" he asked, his voice filled with alarm. He rushed to his room to get the spare keys, his heart racing with worry.
He came back with the keys and opened the door, and they barged in, their eyes meeting an unexpected tragedy. Sofia was lying lifeless on the bed, her wrist gushing out blood.
Shawn's face was horrified, his eyes wide with shock. "SOFIA!" he panicked, rushing to her side, trying to wake her up. "Sofia! Please open your eyes, Sofia!" he begged, his voice cracking with emotion.
Troy's face was shocked, his eyes wide with horror. "Oh my gosh!" he exclaimed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Shawn's face was desperate, his eyes filled with tears. "Sofia," he called, his voice shaking.
And then he saw a written letter on the bed beside the pillow. He took it, his hands shaking, and glanced through it, his face filled with shock and horror.
Dear Shawn,
I'm writing to you because my heart heavy with guilt and sorrow. I don't know where to start or how to explain the pain I'm feeling right now.
I want you to know that I'm sorry. Sorry for what my family did to yours. Sorry for the pain and suffering we caused you. Sorry for the lies and secrets we kept from you.
Please don't blame my family for what happened. They may have made mistakes, but they did it out of love and a desire to protect each other. I'm willing to take the blame and sacrifice myself to make things right.
I know I don't deserve your love and forgiveness, but I'm asking for it anyway. I love you, Shawn, with all my heart and soul. I love you for who you are, and for the kindness and compassion you've shown me.
If there's one thing I've learned from all this, it's that love is the only thing that can heal the deepest wounds. I am sorry, it has to end like this.
Yours always,
Sofia
Shawn screamed in pain and tugged Sofia tight to himself, his face contorted in anguish. His eyes were wide with horror, his mouth open in a silent scream. Troy rushed out to get the car ready, his face pale with worry.
"What have you done!" Shawn cried out, his voice cracking with emotion.
Troy rushed back to the room, his face urgent. "Hurry Shawn, let's take her to the hospital," he said, his voice firm and commanding.
Shawn quickly sprang into action, his face set in determination. He carried Sofia in his arms, her limp body a stark contrast to his tense, urgent movements.
As they rushed out of the house, the workers saw what happened and were in shock. Their faces were pale, their eyes wide with horror.
Some minutes later, they arrived at the hospital, and Sofia was quickly rushed to the emergency room. Shawn and Troy waited at the lobby, their faces etched with panic.
Shawn was more restless, his eyes pacing back and forth, his face twisted in worry. Troy tried to calm him down, his face gentle.
"Calm down Shawn, she is going to be fine," Troy said, his voice soft and reassuring.
But Shawn's face was unconvinced, his eyes still wide with worry. He turned to his men, his voice serious and commanding.
"Bring her family here," he said, his eyes flashing with urgency.
His men bowed and left, their faces somber and serious.
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