All Chapters of Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

THE SHADOWS OF INFIDELITY, AND FRACTURED VOWS BEYOND FORGIVENESS I slammed the door behind me, my chest heaving with anger and betrayal. The sound echoed through the apartment, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the whirlwind in my head. My heart pounded, not from fear, but from the sheer rage threatening to boil over.Kim’s eyes widened as he spotted me. His relief was almost palpable, but I didn’t care. The knot of fury in my chest only tightened.“Where’s Lysander?” I spat, my voice cold and biting. “Back with his whore?”Kim frowned, clearly uncomfortable, but he didn’t answer right away. His hand twitched toward his phone, probably ready to report to Lysander that I was home. Loyal to a fault, that one. Still, it grated on me — everyone was so damn loyal to Lysander, like he could do no wrong.I rolled my eyes at Kim’s silence and turned away, feeling the sting in my chest sharpening. Why was I even lashing out at him? He hadn’t done anything... But Lysander did. And that was eno

FROM DARKNESS TO DAWN "I’m dead tired. It’s way past late,” Kylie muttered, her voice low as she turned on her side, away from Lysander. The cool silk of the sheets felt like a relief against the heat that had built up between them throughout the evening, though not in the way Lysander had wanted. “Late?” Lysander scoffed, his voice cutting through the room like a knife. He wasn’t about to let this drop. His hand found her waist, lightly at first, but there was a firmness beneath it, like a guy who wasn’t used to being denied. “C’mon, you ain’t like other girls who get to pick and choose who they lose it to. I’m your husband.”Kylie’s body tensed beneath his touch, but she stayed silent, her heart pounding in her chest. Lysander’s grip tightened ever so slightly, his voice dropping as if the raw honesty in his next words would make a difference. “You scared I’m gonna be rough with you because of what you saw today?” His lips twisted into a smirk, the arrogance of his next sentence

A LIFE OF BLOOD, DARKNESS AND VIOLENCE The soft rays of sunlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. The bed felt vast and cold without Lysander beside me. It wasn’t the first time I’d woken up to find myself alone, but the pang of disappointment hit just as hard every time.He didn’t wake me up... again. I sighed, rubbing the remnants of sleep from my eyes, trying to shake the loneliness that lingered in the air.I stretched across the sheets, my fingers brushing the cool, empty space where Lysander should have been. A small knot formed in my stomach, the kind that came from knowing things weren’t normal between us. Not when his world was filled with darkness. The sound of footsteps interrupted my thoughts, and I glanced toward the door. Lysander stood there, dressed in all black, his chest holsters filled with weapons. His presence was both comforting and foreboding — he was here, but I knew he wouldn’t stay long.“Are you leaving already

INTIMATE AND LUSTFUL MOMENTS I woke up on Lysander’s chest, it’s morning in New York the skyline pitched in grey. I felt heat reach my blossoms, drawing it's source to his body part I had slid to during the ravenous night. My breast was pressed hard to his hot skin with his stuff length against my legs even now. I lifted my head trying to peer at the lion of my night, Lysander. His eyes were closed, so peaceful in sleep, it was hard to belief that the same face had harbored so much violence and darkness last night.Feeling curious I tried checking up the dragon that rocked my clits, never seen an erection before but I'm worried of waking Lysander for it. After his utterances last night, I really didn’t want to risk him losing control. Pushing myself to peek over my shoulder at Lysander’s boner, but the position I found myself only makes it so that I have to break my bones to even try.A sudden buzz from the nightstand got me attracted as Lysander sat up so fast I squeaked in response.

HAS LYSANDER WON KYLIE'S TRUST?I lay in bed, the cool sheets against my skin as I pulled them up, feeling vulnerable. The room was dim, shadows stretching along the walls, and I could just make out Lysander’s figure standing beside me. His gaze was unreadable, watching me in a way that made my heart race. Then he stepped closer, his presence almost overwhelming in the quiet room.“Are you cold?” His voice was soft, almost a murmur, but it sent a shiver through me. He reached out, his warm hands moving up and down my arms, igniting goosebumps despite my nerves. The room felt colder than ever in my exposed state, and I tried to stop the tremble that slipped through my body.As he started undressing, a knot of anxiety tightened in my stomach. I had a feeling of what he wanted tonight, and a wave of panic rose in me. My heartbeat quickened, and I pressed my legs together, instinctively drawing them closer. He noticed, of course, and his expression softened slightly, though there was a tr