All Chapters of Compelled By Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mariana glanced at Marcello. His attention was on Alice, but he tried to dissimulate. He stood with one hand clenched behind him. Trying to hide his feelings. His disappointment towards his father. Mariana warned herself not to sympathise with him, but it was hard when the woman told him about his father. She understood what the woman had said and also understood everything Marcello was going through now. "Greta, Greta. It seems I've heard of that name before but where?" Mariana asked herself. The name sounded familiar. Who was Greta? She stared at him, the words tightening around her throat with cold fingers. His gaze met hers. He didn't look away. He didn't seem to hide his feelings when he looked at her. He must be having a hard time knowing about the affair of his father with another woman. But what was he looking for? Why does she feel that that was not all? How many more secrets are about to be revealed? "Go to your room." Mariana didn't seem to listen to his command.

Mariana lunged forward, but Marcello stepped aside, taking her by surprise. "You're too slow." He told her. "Try hitting me again. Do not stop until you succeed." Mariana nodded, clenching her fist again, then she dashed forward faster than before. Marcello moved twice faster. He dodged her blow, grabbed her wrist and whirled her around until her back collided with his erection. Marcello held his breath at the collision. Mariana turned to face him while leaning her head back on his shoulder. She briefly displayed confusion. He tried with everything in him to restrain himself, but he was powerless to do so. She was getting close to him. In a nutshell, the temptation was too much. Her waist was grabbed firmly, pulling her towards him. They then drew nearer, and she flushed when his manhood brushed her ass. She gave him the most lovely shy grin that he felt deep in his gut. He dropped the hands holding her waist and took a step backwards. "No distractions." He said coldly. "Try to

Mariana shivered. "No." His mouth drew back into a smirk of satisfaction, and he grabbed her by the chin—not hard enough to hurt, but to get her to look at him. "You're mine," he breathed. "Only mine." At his words, something hot and risky drifted through her body, pooling in the aching area between her legs. She swallowed a lump in her throat before saying. "You need to call a doctor to get your wound treated." The worry in her voice rubbed Marcello the wrong way. She was worried about him. "I'll text Alessandro to call the doctor." He told her. "But only if you straddle my face with your thighs." Marcello was aware that he could provide treatment for his wound on his own, but since she kept urging him to contact a doctor, she owed him this. Her brows furrowed. "What do you mean…by that?" He grinned. She was really cute. His innocent wife. Did she truly not understand what he had said? "If you don't respond, it appears I will continue bleeding." She sighed, cast a look on t

Mariana's eyes widened when she felt his big, strong arms lifting her off the ground in a bridal style. The three women's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. They were speechless. "I can walk, Marcello. Please–" She tried to protest in a whisper but he cut her off with a glare. "Be quiet." He told her. "We need to get you home." She looked up at him, eyes still wide, trying to process what was going on between them, his care and everything. Was this the same man from a few days ago? And— Oh, God, why must she be feeling like this? She likes the way his broad arms carry her. He truly stood up for her and showed concern for her; else, he wouldn't be taking such action. He was aware that showing her this much concern in front of his people might be interpreted as a display of weakness, yet he nevertheless did it. Her gaze still on his face as he carried her out of the restaurant. She realised that home wasn't a place. It was here, safe in his arms. Butterflies fluttered in her

After the meeting, Marcello walked out of the hotel bar and towards the parking lot.Jacopo had told him all that he needed to know. Jacopo wasn't the one who killed his parents. Marcello had someone else in mind. Federico."I'm on my way. Everything went well." Marcello said to Alessandro over the earpiece as he walked towards his black Porsche. He heard a door shut close and turned to see Adriano walking out of the hotel bar with a cigarette hanging on his lips.He frowned when he saw Marcello and walked towards his car, not saying anything.Marcello didn't know why but he just felt like having a conversation with Adriano."Well, that was unexpected." He drew.Adriano stopped walking and turned to face Marcello. "Are you talking to me?" He asked, his voice dark and deep with his brow raised.Marcello's gaze narrowed. "Should I be talking to someone else?"Adriano nodded, with his cool eyes on Marcello's. "We don't talk." He said,"You know," Marcello said, "I want that to change."A