All Chapters of BRIDE TO THE MAFIA HEIR: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kyls stepped out of her car, the distant glow of the house lights casting long shadows against the driveway as she made her way toward the garage door. The Sheridan estate loomed in front of her like a brooding giant, an ever-present reminder of the weight she carried as a member of her family. Just as she reached the door, the faint scent of cigar smoke reached her, mingling with the cold tang of metal and engine grease. Her father’s right-hand man, John, leaned against the wall just inside the garage, his face hidden in shadows, yet the set of his shoulders conveyed disapproval. She lifted her chin, meeting his gaze with a calm expression, though she could feel the tension tightening her spine. She’d known this was coming; there was no avoiding it.“I had something to take care of,” she said, her tone steady but laced with subtle defiance.John’s expression remained unreadable, his eyes narrowing as he evaluated her response. Without a word, he turned on his heel, motioning for her

The late evening cast long shadows over Roberto Connolly's office, the dim lighting accentuating the tension that hung thick in the air. Roberto sat in his leather chair, fingers interlaced as he leaned forward, his gaze fixed on the city lights beyond his office window. The glittering skyscrapers and bustling streets seemed a world away from the turmoil that gnawed at his insides.Seamus's grip over the Connolly empire tightened each day. His brother ruled their world with an iron fist, ruthless and unyielding, leaving no room for dissent or even hesitation. Every day, Roberto felt more like a pawn in Seamus's intricate game of power-a carefully positioned piece ready to be sacrificed at a moment's notice. And his younger brother, Liam, who once stood by Roberto's side, now seemed to support Seamus's unforgiving vision. It was as if the two of them had become faceless soldiers in Seamus's war, blind to any path other than the one paved in blood and dominance.Roberto's chest tightene

Kylie’s PovThe home gym’s cold walls loomed around me, and the sharp scent of rubber mixed with sweat filled the air. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city stretched endlessly, a stark reminder of the freedom I lacked. My feet pounded against the treadmill, the rhythmic thud echoing in my ears like a relentless heartbeat.“Come on, faster,” I muttered, slamming my hand against the speed controls. The treadmill whirred in response, but my thoughts drifted back to the Hayes and my father’s last words. “Focus on planning the wedding. Leave the family business to me.” Frustration surged through me, and I recalled snapping at Micah. “I don’t need the perfect flowers. I need to be in that room with my father!” The memory ignited my anger.Finally, my legs felt like lead, and I slowed the machine, gasping for breath. “I can’t stay locked up like this. Not anymore,” I whispered to myself, determination flooding my veins.As I climbed the stairs, each step burned with exhaustion. Th

Kylie’s PovOh God. He actually wanted details. A part of me hesitated, but another—one that was quickly winning—wanted to tell him anything, if it kept him moving closer to that unbearable ache he’d built between my thighs. “Me on top, riding you. You, taking me from behind.” His thumbs slipped beneath my panties, inching them down in a maddeningly slow tease. I let out a breathy laugh, half-desperate. “God, all different ways and places. The shower, your bed, the SUV again.”His voice was a low murmur, like velvet on my skin. “You’ve spent a lot of time thinking about my cock inside you.”“Yes.” The word escaped me almost like a confession, and when my panties finally hit the floor, he glanced up, that slow, crooked grin doing wicked things to my heart rate. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again—you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He ran his gaze over me, lingering in a way that made me feel like I was something rare. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking

I woke up wrapped in Roberto’s arms, his warmth seeping into my skin, grounding me in the unfamiliar room. I blinked, trying to orient myself as the soft light of dawn filtered through the blinds, casting faint lines across his wall. This wasn’t my room. For a split second, I tensed, but then the events of last night rushed back, and I relaxed, a sigh slipping from my lips. His scent—a mix of something dark and woodsy, undeniably him—filled the space, and I let myself sink into it for just a moment longer. He shifted behind me, his hand instinctively drawing me closer as he nuzzled the back of my neck, his breath warm against my skin. Part of me wanted to stay—just melt into him and let the rest of the world fall away. But reality has a way of creeping in, and I couldn’t ignore the responsibility that sat heavily on my shoulders, something that seemed to press even harder after last night. As much as I craved this escape, being with him hadn’t erased my worries. If anything, it had a