All Chapters of Forced To Marry A Broken Monster.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Ezabella Viper...Jacopo and I ended up sharing a nice meal together, sitting in the bright and quiet living room, not sharing my words after what he said to me.I will be honest. I was completely taken aback by his confession and how he told me he would do anything for me. It was a confession I did not see coming to me, especially from him. But he said it, and he promised to give me what I wanted and what I needed.That promise made my heart flutter.In the last three days, as I was buried under the covers of my bed, rotting away locked in my room, I was convinced that there was no way I was going to get used to this life. I was just not made for this world.Even after the talk Cilvia gave me, I was even more convinced that I wouldn't be able to survive. But then Jacopo just had to kneel in front of me like that, force me to look him in the eyes, and make me a promise that my soul was desperate to hear, a promise I didn't know I needed.Was Cilvia right?Could Jacopo really be a

The second the driver, Ricardo, left the office, I saw Jacopo reach for his phone again.I kept my eyes on him, watching his jaw work and his eyes narrow as he looked through his phone. It didn't take him long to find the number he needed, and he made the call, pressing the phone to his right ear.He tapped his fingers against the surface of the table, impatience evident in the rhythm he made. His eyes suddenly snapped at me, and I quickly looked down at my book, slightly embarrassed for getting caught secretly watching him.I peeked at him after a few seconds, relieved to see that he was no longer looking at me, but unable to look away even though there was a huge chance that he might catch me."Dante!" He called out, his fingers still drumming the same rhythm. "Those women showed up to the casino last night, and then this morning, and caused absolute chaos. Are you planning to handle that issue, or am I going to have to deal with it on my own?" He asked.My curiosity about those wom

Ezabella Viper...I sat still on the love seat with the closed book on my lap, my legs now down to the floor and my barefoot on the front of my shoes. I was carefully watching the mother and son have a conversation, and they couldn't feel more distant than they already did."What are you doing here?" He asked again, throwing his eyes around the top of his desk and looking at the papers he was working on before he was pulled away."I came to see how you were doing, of course," Attiwood replied. "I haven't seen you in such a long time that I was starting to get worried about you. Why haven't you been answering any of my calls?""Because I thought you knew how to take a hint," Jacopo replied, finally lifting his eyes to hers.Attiwood looked butthurt at the reply Jacopo gave her."But why?" She whined. "Why can't you just give me an hour or two of your day? We can go out to have lunch or dinner, heck even brunch, or we can go to all of your favorite places like we used to." She comme

Jacopo Nicolo....I never knew my heart had the ability to beat this fast. Ezabella's hand fit in mine perfectly, our fingers locked and intertwined as if they were made to fit each other.It amazed me how the smallest form of touching could be so intimate.I am no stranger to physical touch. Before I had made the mistake of making an alliance with the Williamsons, I had my fair share of physical touch. Heck, I was known for it, even though it was nothing to be proud of.The presence of a woman or closeness never seemed to faze me as much as Ezabella had. I would never have imagined that my bandaged heart would beat so far at the mere action of holding her hand.Did she feel the same way?Was it even possible for her to feel this way towards me?I looked down at our intertwined fingers, wanting nothing more than to take the damn leather glove off so I could feel her on my skin. But I wouldn't dare. Never.It was bad enough that I'd crossed the line that I had drawn between us,

Jacopo and I sat in silence, devouring the spicy wings he ordered. We didn't realize that we were hungry until the food arrived.We sat on the couch, eating every single wing like it was the first meal we had for the day.My mind was jumping from one thought to the next. I was thinking about what we read about the women of the O.G. motorcycle club. It felt like I was intruding on the women, reading about their personal lives. I felt horrible, especially knowing what each of those women went through.Their leader, Red, had the most horrible life, abused and violated by those who should have protected her. But once she found a way to escape, she never went back, gathering women who had lived a painful past just like her and making them a one big family. She built the motorcycle club from the ground up, making a name for herself in her world and protecting women who came to her for protection. She tore up those who meant her and her girls harm, and she built herself up with her own two h