All Chapters of Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

A POIGNANT FAREWELL AND NEW BEGINNINGS"Is everything alright?" Lysander asked, his eyes moving from me to Rosy.I felt Rosy shrink behind me, and I instinctively moved to shield her. "She's okay," I said, my voice quivering slightly. "Just... the sheets. It was a bit much for her."Kim's brow furrowed. "Christ, she shouldn't have had to see that. Girls of her age shouldn't be exposed to such things." He looked at Lysander, who nodded dismissively."It's an unfortunate necessity," Lysander said, his tone matter-of-fact.I felt a flash of anger at their casual dismissal of Rosy's distress, but I pushed it down. This wasn't the time or place to argue."She needs some tea," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "To settle her stomach."Kim immediately straightened. "I can get that for her. And I'll stay with her if you need to get back to the guests."I felt Rosy tensed behind me. "That's very kind," I said quickly, "but I think Rosy would prefer if I stayed with her. She's... not feel

A LIFE IN LIMBOThe honesty in his voice startled her. For a moment, she glimpsed something raw, almost vulnerable, in his eyes. It vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by that cool, confident mask he always wore.“I won’t jump,” she said, the words more for herself than him. “But I can’t live like this either.”“You will,” he murmured, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming in the darkened space. “You’ll adapt. I’ll help you.”“Help me?” she echoed, a bitter laugh escaping her. “You’re the reason I’m trapped here.”“Maybe,” he conceded, reaching out to touch her cheek. “But you’re not alone. You have me.”His fingers were warm against her skin, and despite everything, she leaned into the touch, desperate for some semblance of comfort. “What do you want from me, Lysander?”“Everything,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her temple. “I want everything.”She closed her eyes, his words sinking deep, making her chest ache. “I can’t give you that.”“Not yet,” he agreed, h

THE HIGH-RISE CAGEThe place smelled like polished wood, leather, and a hint of floral perfume. It was modern, pristine, and almost... sterile. Glass banisters lined the staircase, and the open kitchen boasted shiny stainless steel appliances with sleek black countertops. A massive black dining table divided the space between the kitchen and the living room. Everything screamed luxury, but it felt cold and impersonal.I could feel Lysander's eyes on me as I took it all in. His gaze made me hyper-aware of every move I made, like I was some kind of exotic animal in a zoo exhibit. I tried to act casual, but my stomach was doing somersaults."So... this is home sweet home, huh?" I said, trying to keep my voice steady.Lysander nodded, his expression unreadable. "It is now. For both of us."I wandered over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, drawn by the breathtaking view of the city below. But as I stood there, all I could think about was how trapped I felt. Sure, it was a beautiful setting

AFTER DINNER I dabbed concealer under my eyes, trying to hide the redness. God, I've been crying again. With a sigh, I smoothed down my skirt and tugged at my sleeveless blouse. I was going for casual but put-together. As if I could hide the mess I felt inside with a cute outfit.The city buzzed outside my window, but here, it was so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat. I felt like I was waiting for a bomb to go off. In a way, I guess I was. Lysander was coming, and I never knew what version of him I'd get.When the door opened, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Lysander filled the doorway, big and intimidating as always. But something was off. His eyes, usually sharp enough to cut glass, looked tired. His shoulders, normally squared like he was ready for a fight, seemed to sag a bit.I watched his eyes scan the room, taking in every detail. When he spotted the family photo on the nightstand, I blurted out, "I wasn't sure which was your side. I can move it to the other nightstand if yo

A LIFE UNDER WATCH The sound of my heels tapping against the pavement echoed in my ears, louder than it should have been. Each step felt faster, almost frantic, and I could sense Kim just a few feet behind me, his slow, deliberate strides a constant reminder that he was always there. Always watching. I didn’t bother turning around this time. I could feel his presence like a heavy shadow, looming behind me, making my skin crawl. It wasn’t that I was afraid of him — far from it — but the way he followed me, like I was some fragile thing that needed constant protection, grated on my nerves. I sucked in a breath of the crisp late afternoon air, trying to calm myself. The city was alive around me, a chaotic blend of car horns, murmuring voices, and the occasional clatter from nearby construction. Normally, I found comfort in the noise, the way it drowned out my thoughts. But today, it only made the tension in my chest worse.“Can you please walk beside me?” I finally snapped, throwing a