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Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir Chapter 51
THE SHADOWS OF INFIDELITY, AND FRACTURED VOWS BEYOND FORGIVENESS I slammed the door behind me, my chest heaving with anger and betrayal. The sound echoed through the apartment, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the whirlwind in my head. My heart pounded, not from fear, but from the sheer rage threatening to boil over.Kim’s eyes widened as he spotted me. His relief was almost palpable, but I didn’t care. The knot of fury in my chest only tightened.“Where’s Lysander?” I spat, my voice cold and biting. “Back with his whore?”Kim frowned, clearly uncomfortable, but he didn’t answer right away. His hand twitched toward his phone, probably ready to report to Lysander that I was home. Loyal to a fault, that one. Still, it grated on me — everyone was so damn loyal to Lysander, like he could do no wrong.I rolled my eyes at Kim’s silence and turned away, feeling the sting in my chest sharpening. Why was I even lashing out at him? He hadn’t done anything... But Lysander did. And that was eno
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A MOMENT OF REFLECTION The room was dim, only a faint glow from a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. The scent of leather and Lysander’s expensive cologne hung in the air, but none of it eased the tension sitting between them. Kylie sat stiffly, arms crossed, her jaw tight. She could feel Lysander's eyes on her, but she refused to meet his gaze. Lysander, leaning back in his chair, looked way too relaxed for her liking. His smirk was infuriating.“Other things?” He started, voice laced with amusement. “What kind of other things we talkin’ about, huh?” He cocked an eyebrow, the tease barely masking his smugness.Kylie rolled her eyes. “This is useless,” she snapped, turning her face away from him, trying to create some distance. Her fingers curled into tight fists, nails digging into her palms to keep herself from launching across the room and wiping that smirk off his face.“Useless, huh?” Lysander chuckled, the sound low and rough. “Nah, sweetheart. I’d say we’re ju
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FROM DARKNESS TO DAWN "I’m dead tired. It’s way past late,” Kylie muttered, her voice low as she turned on her side, away from Lysander. The cool silk of the sheets felt like a relief against the heat that had built up between them throughout the evening, though not in the way Lysander had wanted. “Late?” Lysander scoffed, his voice cutting through the room like a knife. He wasn’t about to let this drop. His hand found her waist, lightly at first, but there was a firmness beneath it, like a guy who wasn’t used to being denied. “C’mon, you ain’t like other girls who get to pick and choose who they lose it to. I’m your husband.”Kylie’s body tensed beneath his touch, but she stayed silent, her heart pounding in her chest. Lysander’s grip tightened ever so slightly, his voice dropping as if the raw honesty in his next words would make a difference. “You scared I’m gonna be rough with you because of what you saw today?” His lips twisted into a smirk, the arrogance of his next sentence
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THE GYM: SPAR AND SPARK I leaned against the wall of the penthouse, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. Lysander stood there, arms crossed, looking like he just walked off a runway. I shot him a challenging look. “So, you really think you can teach me to throw a punch, or are you just gonna stand there looking pretty?”He smirked, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “Pretty? Nah, I’m more of a ‘drop-dead gorgeous’ type, but I get your point.” Then, his expression turned serious. “Thinking about using them against me?”I shrugged, determination bubbling up inside me. “As if I could ever beat you in a fair fight.”“I don’t fight fair,” he shot back, his grin wicked.I rolled my eyes, but a smirk tugged at my lips. “Okay, so will you teach me?”“I want to teach you a lot of things,” he replied, his fingers tightening on my knee, sending a thrill through me. “Like what? How to look good in a tank top?” I teased.“Hey, you already nailed that,” he said, his eyes spark
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A LIFE OF BLOOD, DARKNESS AND VIOLENCE The soft rays of sunlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. The bed felt vast and cold without Lysander beside me. It wasn’t the first time I’d woken up to find myself alone, but the pang of disappointment hit just as hard every time.He didn’t wake me up... again. I sighed, rubbing the remnants of sleep from my eyes, trying to shake the loneliness that lingered in the air.I stretched across the sheets, my fingers brushing the cool, empty space where Lysander should have been. A small knot formed in my stomach, the kind that came from knowing things weren’t normal between us. Not when his world was filled with darkness. The sound of footsteps interrupted my thoughts, and I glanced toward the door. Lysander stood there, dressed in all black, his chest holsters filled with weapons. His presence was both comforting and foreboding — he was here, but I knew he wouldn’t stay long.“Are you leaving already
Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir Chapter 56
SEDUCTIVE NIGHT: TENSION AND TEMPTATION Lysander's hand grazed mine as I gasped, the barest of touches, but it might as well have been a lightning bolt. I inhaled sharply, feeling the jolt spread through me, warming my skin and coiling low in my stomach. It wasn't very comfortable, how my body reacted to him. My mind was screaming, "Pull back, Kylie. This isn’t you." I said to myself. But my body was already betraying me, heat pooling between my legs as I squirmed, hoping he wouldn’t notice.Of course, he did notice my unsteadiness.“You’re squirming,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, like a secret only meant for me. The teasing glint in his eyes did nothing to mask the intensity behind them. He was studying me, peeling back the layers of my resolve with every slow breath, every flick of his gaze.My thoughts tangled as I tried to process what was happening. Does he know? Can he feel it? The idea of him knowing how he was affecting me sent another wave of shame up my neck. I av
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INTIMATE AND LUSTFUL MOMENTS I woke up on Lysander’s chest, it’s morning in New York the skyline pitched in grey. I felt heat reach my blossoms, drawing it's source to his body part I had slid to during the ravenous night. My breast was pressed hard to his hot skin with his stuff length against my legs even now. I lifted my head trying to peer at the lion of my night, Lysander. His eyes were closed, so peaceful in sleep, it was hard to belief that the same face had harbored so much violence and darkness last night.Feeling curious I tried checking up the dragon that rocked my clits, never seen an erection before but I'm worried of waking Lysander for it. After his utterances last night, I really didn’t want to risk him losing control. Pushing myself to peek over my shoulder at Lysander’s boner, but the position I found myself only makes it so that I have to break my bones to even try.A sudden buzz from the nightstand got me attracted as Lysander sat up so fast I squeaked in response.
Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir Chapter 58
KYLIE'S REQUEST, LYSANDER'S OFFER...I waited in our penthouse, the room dim, shadows creeping along the walls as I sat alone. The city lights flickered through the windows, but they felt distant, just like him. Lysander was late, and with every passing minute, a new thread of doubt wound tighter in my chest.When he finally walked in, I held my breath, watching him as he crossed the room with that silent, unreadable look. There was a weight between us, something unspoken but heavy, hanging in the air. I swallowed, feeling my heart thump in my chest. I had to ask, even if the answer broke me."How did she react when you told her you couldn’t see her anymore?" I asked about Grace, trying to keep my voice steady. The words were thin, almost fragile, as they left my mouth. My fingers twisted together, cold despite the warmth of the room.Lysander stood still, his silence drawing a knot in my stomach. Finally, he stepped close, his hand reaching for my chin, his fingers firm but gentle. H
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Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir Chapter 75
LOVE CONFESSIONS BETWEEN KYLIE AND LYSANDER “It’s not a matter of wanting, Lysander. I couldn’t just decide to stop loving you if I tried.”He nodded, a shadow of understanding flickering across his face. “And you hate that you love me. You’ve said that before.”“No.” I shook my head slowly, feeling the weight of each word. “Not anymore. I know exactly who you are. You’re not a good man — never have been. I knew that from the start, and I don’t care. I should care. I should lose sleep over it, feel guilty for being okay with my husband running one of the most dangerous and ruthless crime syndicates in the country. But I don’t. What does that make me?” I looked down at my hands, the very hands that had gripped a gun just days ago, fingers that had pulled a trigger without hesitation, without even a shiver of regret. “I killed a man, Lysander. And I don’t feel sorry. Not even a little. I’d do it all over again.” My gaze lifted, meeting his. “What does that make me, Lysander? I’m like yo
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KYLIE'S TREATMENT I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, its soft sheets a surprising contrast to the deep ache that pulsed through every inch of me. My head felt thick, as if stuffed with cotton, and each breath seemed to move through a fog of lingering pain. Blinking through the haze, my gaze drifted to the side, and I found Ava lying there, curled up and fast asleep. Light was spilling into the room, hinting that several hours had passed since the chaos of last night.Ava had a dark bruise swelling across her forehead, a stark reminder of the violence we’d both endured. But I was sure I looked worse. Attempting to sit up, I was rewarded with a fierce, tearing pain in my shoulder, a reminder of the bullet that had torn into my flesh. Looking down, I saw my upper arm and shoulder neatly wrapped in layers of bandages, evidence of Lysander’s insistence that I be taken care of.A soft murmur from Ava broke the silence, her eyes fluttering open. Upon seeing me, a look of relief washed over her
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THE CAPTIVE KYLIE “As in, Kylie Vincenzo?” the man sneered, his smile as sharp as a knife.I nodded, resisting the impulse to look away. There was no use denying who I was; they’d only use it against me. The man barked something in Russian, and the others erupted into coarse laughter, their eyes leering over me with an intensity that made my skin crawl.“Where are the others?” His gaze slid over me with a lazy malice. “Your shadow and the children?”It took me a second to grasp who he meant by 'shadow' - my protector, always near. I cleared my throat, keeping my voice even. “I don’t know,” I replied.His answer was a brutal kick to Ava, who lay crumpled on the floor nearby. She screamed, the sound shredding through the thick tension. Her wide, pleading eyes met mine, silently begging me not to give them anything. But how could I just watch as they hurt her?The muffled echo of voices and gunfire grew louder, filtering in from outside. The Russian leader grabbed me, yanking me close u
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THE SYNDICATE BLOODY ATTACK Ava’s words cut deep. “I’m not like you, Kylie. You’re eager to please him, to do anything he says. I’m not like that. I won’t submit to anyone.”I flinched, her bitterness hitting me like a slap. Ava had never spoken to me this way, her usual warmth replaced by a steely, almost furious glare that sent chills down my spine. Before I could respond, she stood up abruptly, her movements sharp and agitated. I reached out, hoping to calm her, but she yanked her arm out of my grasp, her body tense with barely restrained anger."Just leave me alone, Kylie,” she hissed. “I can’t talk to you right now." With a final look that was equal parts hurt and fury, she turned on her heel and stormed off, her silhouette disappearing towards the beach. I stood frozen, torn between following her and giving her the space she clearly wanted. But as I weighed my options, Chaol appeared from the shadows, watching her leave.“No, let her go,” I said softly, raising a hand to stop h
Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir Chapter 71
PETER VINCENZO'S FUNERAL The sky over New York was cloaked in thick, somber clouds, dark and heavy, almost as if in mourning. Yet, no rain fell. It was as though the heavens themselves were holding back, leaving a stifling stillness hanging over the cemetery. This weather suited the occasion too perfectly, as if nature itself paid homage to Peter Vincenzo, whose influence had been both feared and revered in New York's underworld. Today, a silent gathering of the city's elite, powerful Mafia families, and high-ranking members from the Chicago Outfit filled the cemetery, all drawn here by tradition, respect, or perhaps simple obligation.A tension hung in the air, barely masked by the solemnity of the occasion. The perimeter of the cemetery had been secured, a tight ring of soldiers ensuring the Syndicate didn't dare encroach upon this delicate moment. Both New York and Chicago had made a calculated risk in allowing so many high-ranking members to attend the funeral, a meeting of vulne
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COLD MOMENTS BETWEEN KYLIE AND LYSANDER As I lay in bed, staring into the shadows, sleep eluded me entirely. The emptiness of the space beside me felt almost tangible. For the past three days, Lysander and I had barely spoken, a thick tension hanging between us since that last, heated argument. Despite that, each night, without fail, we’d drifted into sleep side by side, gravitating toward each other in the dark. It was a silent truce, one we both respected in the quiet hours of the night, but as soon as morning broke, the distance between us returned like an unyielding tide. Tonight, though, that warmth was gone, and the cool sheets seemed to press into me, reminding me of his absence. I missed his touch, his breath, the steady beat of his heart lulling me to sleep. I missed him even in ways I hated to admit — to myself, or to him. I could almost feel the weight of his hand on my waist, guiding me into a deep slumber. Yet, here I was, alone, my body yearning in a way that I didn’t
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AVA AND DORIAN IMMINENT UNION: KYLIE'S DISAPPROVAL The elevator doors opened, and Lysander stepped into the penthouse. His gaze shifted from Kim to me, his brow furrowing as he took in my expression.“He’s here. I’ll call you tomorrow.” I ended the call, my heart racing with a mixture of anger and heartbreak. I hadn’t thought I could feel hatred for Lysander again, but in that moment, I wanted to make him hurt the way I was hurting.I stormed inside, my fists clenched as I advanced toward him. Lysander’s calm gaze tracked my movements, but he didn’t flinch, didn’t move to stop me. The lack of reaction fueled my rage, and before I knew it, my fists were pounding against his chest.Lysander’s expression shifted, his body tensing in shock. Behind him, I saw Kim rise from the sofa, unsure of whether he should intervene. But Lysander didn’t need help with me; he was far stronger, and in a moment, he had both my wrists locked in one hand.“Kylie, what the hell—”I didn’t let him finish, je
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KYLIE AND LYSANDER BROMANCE CONTINUES TO GROW STRONG...Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he drew back, leaving me breathless and trembling. With a gentle but insistent motion, he shifted me beneath him, his gaze softening as he whispered, “Let me take care of you.” He guided himself against me, pausing to meet my eyes as he began to move slowly, allowing me to adjust to the fullness. His touch was unhurried, each movement careful as he eased me into a steady rhythm, coaxing the tension from my body.He murmured softly, his words both soothing and deeply possessive. "I need you close, principessa. Your warmth, your touch — it’s everything."Gradually, he picked up the pace, sensing my growing comfort, and his hand moved to stroke me gently, sending shivers through my body. The mix of pleasure and intensity left me breathless, and soon, I felt myself tipping over the edge once again, my fingers gripping his shoulders as I let go.When he finally released, he stayed close, h
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KYLIE'S FIRST NIGHT WITH LYSANDER As their eyes met, Kylie felt her breath catch. "Please," she whispered, her voice laced with a mix of apprehension and need.Lysander traced a finger down her bare skin, moving unhurriedly, savoring each soft gasp she made. "You really want this, Kylie?" His voice held a rough, unyielding edge, yet beneath it, something gentle shimmered."Yes," she managed, her voice barely more than a murmur.He didn’t give in immediately. Instead, he leaned in, his warm breath tickling her as his lips pressed against her inner thigh, coaxing a shudder from deep within her. His mouth brushed over her, tantalizing, each touch sending sparks racing through her veins until she felt like she couldn’t take another second of his restraint."Patience," he growled softly, easing a finger into her slowly. His thumb circled, teased, and built a rhythm that matched the increasingly frantic beat of her heart. His mouth followed, tongue tracing patterns that drove her closer to
