All Chapters of Compelled By Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Bob down, nine-year-old Marcel Ferrari hoped no one passing by the dark backstreet could see his small form resting beside the nightclub's dumpster. The sideway and the club seemed busy tonight, but he risked it anyway. It was the best place to find leftover foods or drinks, even if it was dangerous. He'd heard shouts coming from inside and saw people going in and coming out of the club, even wealthy business men dressed in their suits but he decided to mind his business. He has always done so ever since the tragic death of his parents.The passage smelled disgusting, like garbage and death. But it was cool, and the roof above provided shelter from the drizzling rain.Soon, he would turn ten.He can't believe that it has been a year since his parents died. Today marks the first anniversary of his parents death. It was also his birthday.This was not how he thought he would spend any birthdays.He anguished at the outcome of his family. He'd watch a year pass by as an homeless orphan.

'Never said I was.'Mariana's brows pulled together."What gave you the right to be in such a place and pretend to be a priest?" He glanced her way, gaze lazy. "I came here for confession or isn't that what this place is for?" The most embarrassing thing about it was that she couldn't tell if he was mocking her or not. It was obvious he was. He had sat there pretending to be a priest while he listened to her embarrassing confession. His stare swept her from head to toe, burning her skin. But when his gaze met hers, watching her with hooded staring into-the-sun expression, waiting for a remark from her.They stared at each other. Mariana takes in his appearance. He was handsome and sexy. He had the kind of rugged good looks that belonged to outdoorsy men, like woodcutters. He was wearing an all black suit and a black leather glove. He wore black from head to toe. She swallowed. Black ink covered the left side of his neck. Warmth rushed thr

The maid quickly covered her mouth as she realised Mariana had no idea of the marriage."Excuse me." The maid said, rushing out of the room and locking the door behind her.Mariana felt like she was falling. There is no way she was going to marry that man. She'd rather die!The following day.Mariana could not even close her eyes, let alone get to sleep. She spent most of the night pacing the floor cursing her father and Marcello, hating her father.. How could he had done this to her? He couldn't have thought of a worse punishment. She was locked up in a strange environment, paying for his crimes.Marriage?To a consigliere, the adviser to a Mafia family.To him of all people. A dangerous man who had the coldest grey eyes she'd ever seen.There was a knock on the door and when she opened it she found a maid holding a tray of fresh fruits, scrambled eggs and a glass of juice."Your breakfast, signora." The maid said, smiling.Not long after the maid had left, another one much older arr

Mariana took a long, hot shower. She had brought the clothes she was going to put on to the bathroom. She wasn't going to dress in the room while Marcello was there. She had no choice but to pick one of the short gowns in nylon since she couldn't find an appropriate dress to wear for breakfast. She slipped out of the shower, dried off, and dressed in a black gown. The gown showed her cleavage due to its square neckline, and her legs were exposed. She combed and dried her long black hair before going into the bedroom. Marcello was looking at something on his phone, and when she walked in, his gaze pulled up from the phone and rested on her face. It settled there for a moment before running down her bare neck and cleavage. Her breath stilled when it trailed over the curves of her breasts and down her stomach. Warmth rushed to her face when his gaze lowered to her exposed thighs, tracing her long, attractive legs. He tried to ignore the heat running to his groin because if he didn't, h

Marcello stepped out of the car, and Mariana followed behind him. The house was larger than it looked from the outside. The back door entered the kitchen, with steel appliances and low lighting. An office sat to the left of Mariana, with the credenza desk visible through the cracked door. Except for that, there was a small bathroom and laundry room at a corner, with a staircase running upstairs. It was simple, clean, and masculine. She swallowed when he shut the door with a password. He turned to drop his keys on the kitchen counter. She stood frozen next to the door while he poured himself a drink from the minibar near the windows. This was actually the first time that they were alone—actually alone in a house, in a country, and in a city. Mariana knows no one except for him. The curtains were closed, and only small shards of light got through, leaving the room dimly lit. Mariana's legs trembled because of the way he watched her as he leaned against the small bar, and the longer