All Chapters of FORCED MAFIA BRIDES: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

SERENE’S P.O.V.I was hot and cold. My lips trembled hard, as if they would fall off, teeth cluttering yet still, I was sweating buckets on buckets. I shifted, water splattering. My chest pushed up and down. I felt as if my veins were on fire. I was convinced there were shreds of glass cutting through my veins, up my throat and in my mouth. A scream was stuck in my throat, swallowing tightly. This was hell. It felt like hell and even worse than I ever imagined. Something held me tightly down just as my body began violently jerking. A cry escaped, begging for mercy. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I am here.” The words echoed. I drew closer to the person holding me in the large tub filled with ice water that did nothing to cool down my temperature. Even his skin added to my heat. I had to choose between moving away from the burning heat he added or staying in his tight grip which helped with my shaking body. My hands clenched into an arm, my nails digging in. I needed release, any release

The next day we went to the nearest clinic. They took Serene’s blood and tested for everything. Hearing her explain that she was afraid of contracting sexually transmitted diseases left me pale. I never thought of it. Luckily she was on birth control so that was one burden off. If she was pregnant, could she survive it? Would she want me to help? Of course I would be there in every way I could for her, the baby, and Rome. Telling the doctor that she was sexually assaulted multiple times had been too much for her but I was proud of her for being so strong, speaking out. I hoped it helped rather than bottling it up or being in denial. Serene’s hand clenched mine tightly. The doctor drew blood then requested to take a look at her private area. Serene changed to a hospital gown and lay on the bed, legs up as the doctor took a look. By the doctor’s face I knew it wasn't good. I held on tightly at Serene’s hand as she trembled. The doctor had to explain her injuries, how she was severely

BOOK 3: A MAFIA KING'S GAMESDisclaimer: This is Slade’s story. I will admit, this book now doesn't fit here but it’s too short to stand on it’s own, so here we are. If you are not interested in Slade’s book, please note that at the end of next week I will upload another book titled (His Secret Wife) on this platform, which is also about a girl forced into a marriage with a mafia king that wants nothing to do with her. It’s on a lighter note than Forced mafia brides but still, painful and gripping. Trigger warnings of this book (A mafia king’s games): Violence, language, sex, kidnapping, and torture. (These may be updated as the story unfolds) Book tropes: Age gap, touch her you die, possessive, she fell first he fell hard, sunshine x grumpy.Slade’s P.O.V. “Let’s go to the club tonight. You have been a sour puss since we took over Lurther’s territory.” Baste groaned out, taking the last gulp of the whisky he had been swirling in his glass. I groaned, slanted across my chair, han

Daisy’s P.O.V.Silence, and tonight, it seemed deadly too. Or was it just me, my heart threatening to kill me, the food threatening to choke me, and the cutlery threatening to slip from my sweaty hands. We would be done eating soon. I had to act fast but each time I tried to open my mouth, words choked me and nearly killed me. My hands shook the harder I tried. This was the hardest thing I had ever done. Finally, I cleared my throat. “Ma, pa.” I called, my voice shaking more than I would like. I thought my eyes would turn in and I would faint. Eyes turned to me, utensils held in the air. I cleared my throat again. “I know this isn’t the right time.” I forced out, eyes now really staring at me. “But I had been applying for some time now and finally I have been hired by this large N.G.O and the best part is that they will offer me a scholarship to further my studies.” I lunged out, not sure if the lies were believable. I felt as if my parents could see through me. I felt stupid ev

“Daisy, you will wear this dress.” I shook my head like I had a million times before. I walked away from Rax only to yelp as he gripped my shoulder tightly. “You do as I tell you!” “Rax, let me go. I will not wear that God forsaken dress! And you are hurting me!” I shook roughly to rip his hand away from breaking my shoulder. He groaned, pushing me forward and I stumbled, breaking the fall by gripping the bed. “But you will.” I had never seen my uncle so enraged. Seeing that he would force me, I ran and grabbed it, tearing the fabric then threw the dress down. I didn’t dare stare at him again. I could feel his anger where I was. I heard him breathe like a bull about to attack. My whole body shook but I refused to give in. That dress had been a fish net. It showed my whole body. I would die before wearing it. Rax groaned, storming out of my room. I quickly ran to close the door before pulling on the nicest dress I had which wasn’t that pretty anymore. It was a knee length flowy