All Chapters of Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

BLOODSHED “It’s going to be k,” her mom whispered, but while she stated it, her voice broke.But Ava wasn’t so sure. She should feel the threat ultimate in on them like a noose tightening around their necks. Lysander’s guys had been already inside. It was best a rely of time earlier than they got here for all of them.Chaol came in right away and said, "Let's make sure we're safe. I was told to lock the doors because it's pretty rough outside."Downstairs, Kylie’s father grabbed the nearest defense, pulling him closer to the large dining room, wherein numerous of his guys had been already making ready for the inevitable showdown. They had been armed, but the worry in their eyes became unmistakable. They knew what was coming.“We preserve them off here,” he barked, grabbing a rifle from one of the guards. “No one gets beyond this door.”The men nodded, but their self-assurance became really shaken. Lysander’s navy was no longer known for mercy. And Lysander? He becomes a ghost, a myth

AVA'S QUESTThe marketplace was a riot of colors and noise, but Ava couldn't shake the gray cloud hanging over her. Three days. Three fucking days since Kylie vanished, and here she was, wandering aimlessly like some lost puppy. The guilt gnawed at her guts, twisting them into knots.She pushed past a group of kids playing with a mangy street dog, barely registering their laughter. How could anyone be happy when her world was falling apart? Her mind drifted back to their father, that sorry excuse for a human being, lying in a hospital bed. Lysander had done a number on him after Kylie disappeared. Part of Ava felt a sick satisfaction at the thought, but shame quickly smothered it. What kind of monster was she becoming?"Get it together, G," she muttered, shoving her hands deeper into her pockets. "You're no use to Kylie if you lose your shit now."She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost missed it. A flash of garish makeup, a too-loud laugh that cut through the market's din. Av

THE GAME BEGINS I’m trapped in this nightmare of a house. The place stinks of rot and smoke, every breath burning my throat. It's cold — too cold— and the lanterns barely light up the room, leaving these creepy shadows crawling up the walls. Feels like the house itself is watching me.I’m tied up tight in this stupid metal chair, wrists bruised and raw from struggling. Blood's already starting to drip, but I can’t stop pulling at the chains. Not that it helps. My body’s screaming at me to give up, but I can’t. I won’t. Lysander will find me. He has to. He always does.Footsteps. Slow, deliberate. And then she walks in — Miranda. God, she looks like she stepped out of some gothic horror show, all black dress and heavy makeup, her lips blood-red against her pale skin. She’s twirling a knife in her hand like it’s some kind of toy. Sick bitch. I know she’s enjoying this.“Lysander’s precious bride,” she sneers, circling me like a predator playing with its food. She crouches in front of m

CLAMPDOWN AND KYLE'S RETRIEVAL Lysander was already inside the house, his hands all over Miranda. But his mind? That was somewhere else entirely, cooking up his next move."Damn, girl," Lysander whistled, his fingers dancing along Miranda's arm. "You're something else, you know that?"Miranda leaned in, her eyes sparkling like a cat that just spotted a mouse. "Oh yeah? Tell me more, hot stuff," she purred, but Lysander could feel the tension in her body. She was like a cobra, ready to strike at any moment."For real, though," Lysander murmured, his voice low and smooth as butter. "You've got guts. I dig that about you." His hand slid down to her waist, every touch part of his master plan.Miranda's eyes narrowed, not buying his act completely. "Cut the crap, Lysander," she hissed, her lips curling into a smirk. "You think sweet-talking me is going to get you what you want? I ain't no dummy."Shit, she's onto me... kinda, Lysander thought, keeping his face neutral. He was buying time,

WEDDING BELLSAs we got closer to the entrance of the big white tent where my wedding was about to happen, I could feel my dad's grip on my arm getting tighter. He was glowing with joy and pride, excited that our families were finally coming together with the Vincenzos. If only he knew how scared I was. I felt like I might either throw up or run away at any second.When the fabric at the entrance was pulled back, I got my first look inside. There were so many people! Hundreds of guests lined the long aisle, all turning to stare at me. It felt like I couldn’t catch my breath with all those eyes on me, scrutinizing every little move I made.I forced myself to look straight ahead, and that’s when I spotted him game, Lysander. He was standing at the end of the aisle, tall and striking in his dark gray suit. His groomsmen were beside him in lighter gray vests and bow ties, but my eyes were glued to Lysander. He seemed to dominate the entire tent. My heart was racing so fast I thought it mi