All Chapters of Forced To Marry A Broken Monster.: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

I've been trying to keep my distance for the next two weeks, trying to sort my feelings out.I had planned to confront Jacopo the day after the birthday party, but each time I tried to face him and bring up the topic that was killing me from inside out, the words would get stuck in my throat and refuse to get out. The main reason for that, I believe was because I was scared to find out that Jacopo's motive to confessing his feeling for me, to holding my hands and sharing kisses in our home, and to sharing our bodies with each other was for the reason of getting me pregnant and leaving right away.The thought made me feel sick each time to the point that I would have to rush to my bathroom to empty my stomach, to the point that I could barely eat any food.This hardboiled eggs I used to love to share with my husband now make me sick at the mere smell of it, and so did anything I would share with Jacopo.So, I started avoiding him even more, running away from our problems and trying to

I lower myself on the edge of the bathtub, my heart pounding in my chest and my vision swimming.A soft knock on the door pulled me out of my train of thoughts."Ezabella? Are you done?" Dalinda called out in a whisper, making sure no one else listened to her."Yeah." I replied, triggering her mext action, which was to push open the door and step into the bathroom.She closed the door behind her as she looked at me."Well?" She asked."How... How accurate do you think these tests are?" I asked, looking down at the three positive tests."They are pretty accurate." Daoinda replied, to which I nodded my head."If that is true, then I guess... I'm pregnant." I replied.Dalinda nodded her head before she walked over to me and sat down next to me."From the look on your face, I can tell that this was not the result you wanted to see..." She commented. "You and Nicolo... were you two active or... or did he force..."I quickly shook my head."No. He didn't force me into doing anything if that

I woke up early the next day with a massive headache. It was bad to the point that I was having trouble seeing for a few minutes after I woke up.I sat in bed for about an hour, refusing to leave the comfort it provided, while I thought over the conversation I had with Jacopo the previous night.The more I thought about it, the worse it got. Him being so dismissive about it was what scared me more. What else had it thought did not matter when it clearly mattered to me?What else did he keep from me?Was he truly in love with me?Was it even possible from someone with his past to love someone with my past?Was this marriage doomed before it even began?All the questions that ran through my head only made me want to cry even more. I wanted to see Jacopo desperately and not see him yet all at the same time. I love him but also slightly hated him for what he had done.At time, I felt like I was over reacting to everything, but when I remember Eliot Williamson and how he used to manipulat

The rest of the ride was awfully quiet. Connor didn't bother to push me for answers since he already knew what was wrong and why I chose to leave for a few days, so there was no reason in constantly asking me how I was feeling.I kept my eyes out the window, trying to distract myself by looking at the buildings and cars we were passing by, trying to stop myself from constantly thinking about Jacopo and the sticky situation we were in.Despite what I had heard him say in his walk-in closet, despite him tricking me into trusting him and giving him my heart, I already miss him. I miss him so much that it hurt.I miss the deep connection we had built with each other, the deep conversations we would share, the small moments that would make my day, the sweet times we share under the covers... I miss all of it.I miss him.Damn you, Jacopo.A few more hours went by before we finally drove out of the city boarders and returned to the city I was so familiar with, the one run by my father.This

Jacopo Nicolo...Things can not be any worse than they are right now. I am messing up from left to right, in my workplace, and in the safety of my home.I had a lot on my plate, a lot that comes with a crazy, psychotic exwife, and an equally crazy stepmother.Not only had Dante slowed the pace of the process to find Attiwood by giving the job to the Only Girls Motorcycle club and forbidding Miles from looking and finding her within a day.And that is not all.The psyco in prison refuses to back down. Her threats have been a lot focused on Eza to the point that I get a bang tingle anything Eza leaves the apartment. Now, I'm not going to lock her in and refuse to let her leave, but I still couldn't stop the worry from eating at me every time I didn't have my eyes on her.Elizabeth's threats were no longer just verbal. Clearly, she has a stupid following of people who think they would get something out of her. She somehow managed to send two men to the apartment last week, and I saw