All Chapters of Contracted To The Mafia Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Dressed in the most beautiful wedding gown she had ever imagined herself in, Moira Viscoli momentarily paused outside the chapel. She had promised herself not to entertain any pre-wedding jitters but the more her decision to elope tried settling in her mind, the more she questioned its wisdom. It was impossible not to have second thoughts. But the idea of finally being with the love of her life gave Moira all the reasons she needed to proceed with the plan. This was no time for second thoughts; Tony had already purchased their one way tickets to his hometown, where they’d settle and start a new life… away from her imposing parents. Moira signalled the lone chapel usher to open the door as she took a deep breath; knowing that once she stepped into that almost empty chapel there was no turning back. With just the priest and the lone usher, Moira didn’t expect the ceremony to last more than ten minutes; then she’ll walk out as Mrs Tony Scott, headed straight for the airport- to her free

“Papa, what is this? How could you allow such a thing to happen? Angelo… of all the men, how could you sell me out to such a dangerous man?” Moira protested in an angry but hushed tone since they were just a stone throw away from Angelo.“I had no choice, sweetheart. You have to believe me, he forced my hand.” Mario explained. He tried to hold his daughter’s hands in a bid to be more reassuring but Moira stepped back away from him.“Don’t touch me!” Moira hissed.“Your Papa is telling the truth, Moira. Please believe us, we never planned this. You know we have always wanted what’s best for you.” Isabella Viscoli tried to calm her daughter down.“And this is what you thought was best for me? Hijacking my wedding auctioning me off to the mafia boss? Is that your idea of what’s best for me, Mama?” Moira was clearly not having any of it.The two parents were overcome with grief for letting down their only child. Neither of them could find the right words to convince Moira that what had ju

Leaving the chapel in a huff, Tony Scott found no benefit in lingering outside with the hope of having a chat with Moira. He could still hear the mafia boss’s voice in his head, warning him against trying to contact Moira. In addition, the presence of swarms of Angelo’s goons in the vicinity of the chapel made it clear that it was not safe for him to stay put. Tony only managed to ask a favour from the chapel usher but could not stick around long enough to get his response. Tony could only hope that the usher would grant him his rather desperate request. Apparently, at that point, hope was all Tony had left to revive his chance of seeing Moira again before it was too late for them. But whatever hope he still had was not enough to put his anxious mind to rest. Tony had to find out exactly what had happened at the last stretch of his otherwise perfectly executed plan to elope with Moira. And there were only two people in the world

Mario and Isabella Viscoli were quiet for a long while; their faces unable to hide the fact that they were both engaged in deep contemplation. Tony could only assume that they had been moved by his story and were considering changing their minds about joining forces with him in Moira’s rescue.   For the first time since being thrown out of the chapel by the mafia boss, Tony got a glimmer of hope for Moira and their future together. And of course, his mind quickly drew up new travel plans, optimistic that his girlfriend would definitely make it on the important trip back to his hometown; in just a day or two by his rough estimation. That feeling made him lean back into the comfortable sofa while he allowed his hosts time to carefully reconsider their earlier position on the matter.   Finally, Mario and Isabella exchanged a few murmurs and nodded in agreement before Mario said, “We’re really touched by your love for our daughter, the situation

Precisely at 7:30PM, Paulo De Luca’s flight finally touched down at the airport. Having had a very successful business trip abroad, Paulo was in high spirits. His mood was perfectly complemented by the company he had on the plane; three college girls who just happened to be on the same flight, recognised and invited him for a friendly chat. The innocent fun that the four had during the entire two-hour flight made it seem like it lasted just a few minutes. Paulo, the son of Luke De Luka and considered the city’s most eligible bachelor, had done well to take advantage of his father’s nationwide popularity as the most upright businessman. The De Lucas definitely were not amoung the richest of the city but Luke’s reputation had clearly set the stage for Paulo to become very rich and famous at a young age. As expected in a community where the tradition of arranged marriages was celebrated, Paulo was li