Forced To Marry A Broken Monster. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

"Produce an heir?" I asked in a calm voice, staring at Dante and waiting for the punch line and the stupid joke he was trying to make."Yes. Produce an Heir." Dante repeated. "Marriage won't be enough to end the war that has been going on between the Vipers and the web. It will put a good pause to it, but there will come a time when one of us might turn our backs to each other. Blood, on the other hand, was thicker and unbreakable compared to any other form of alliance. You, producing an heir with the Viper Princess, will tie them to us with blood, and that means we will manage to end the war once and for all." Dante explained.Silence fell between us. It was as if there was a staring contest between Dante and I. I waited for him to tell me he was kidding. He must be. But he stared back at me with seriousness.A mixture of a scoff and a chuckle bubbled up my chest, a whip of confusion lashing my body."Are you kidding?" I asked, and Dante merely tilted his head to the side, staring a

I sat on the single long couch, blankly staring at the closed elevator doors, my mind empty and eyes distant.Time seemed to blur away, and I was quickly losing tract of it. After having an unsatisfying breakfast/lunch, trying to feel my hunkered belly with nothing but a few strawberries and flat water, I'd limped over to the couch to ease the pain in my right knee and hip.It was truly getting worse with each passing second, and no amount of massaging was helping lessen the ache deep in my bones.The apartment floor was awfully quiet and dark, the single light bulb shedding too little light in the room. Every part of me wanted to march myself to the curtain and pull it open, exposing the dim room to the natural glow of the sun.Yet, I couldn't force myself to do as my heart desired. Instead, I kept myself sited on the long couch, massaging my right leg and hip.The only sound other than my own breath came when Jacopo Nicolo left the bedroom.My eyes instantly jumped at him, and I ca

Ezabella Viper...The caution never left my body, sitting tense on my chest and at the back of my head, warning me against the comforting voice coming from the other side of the phone."I didn't get to speak to you today." Ella Smith, the woman with the scar, spoke. "I was hoping to formally introduce myself, and of course, the other young wives. But I thought you might need a little more time to settle in before I approach you. I didn't want to make you feel crowded."Her considerate words only confused me further, making me wonder why this woman seemed to care about me, a mere stranger that came from the other side of the dark world.I had no words to give her, my mind too confused to lead a reply to my lips. "How are you holding up?" The woman asked, and frustration clawed at my chest when I couldn't give her a reply again."I hope things are good over there." She added when I refused to let my voice be heard. "Us wives are going to have a gathering of our own tomorrow, and I h

It took an hour for me to arrive at the casino. Ricardo was waiting for me outside, pacing along the brightly lit entrance of the casino. I stopped the car in front of him before I stepped out. Ricardo opened his mouth to say something, probably to request to throw out the cops himself. But I cut him off. "Go park the car." I ordered as I walked past him. "Yes, sir." He replied before I heard him jog over to the car I left open. I walked into the casino, eyeing the men of the web standing around, keeping a close eye on the customers. I glanced around myself, looking for any suspicious person waltzing around the casino. "They moved to the slots, sir." One of the security men spoke to my right, and I moved my attention to where he said the cops were. It took me a few more seconds to pinpoint them out as they were newer cops I had never seen around here or pocking around my family's company. I walked over, my steps slow and calculated. The two cops, a man and a woma

I found myself in front of the window behind the long couch, standing in the thick drapes so I would be able to fully look out into the real world.My phone was in my hands, and for the past ten minutes, I've been rejecting Ella Smith's calls. She'd called about six times before she stopped, and I assumed she had given up.I looked down, my eyes following the small figures of cars and barely visible peoples walking around. I envied their normality, how they were able to wake up this morning and walk out of their homes so freely.I'd finally understood that I had taken the last years or so for granted, sticking to my father's house and my room only, without venturing out and trying to heal myself. I could have healed my body and soul, could have gained some confidence, and become unbothered by the heavy limp I have with each step. Instead, I continued to limit myself and carry out the emotional and mental punishment my captor had started for me. And now, I was back to that horrible l