All Chapters of Forced To Marry The King Of Mafia: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

After several minutes, John's car pulled up to 'Club Neon. A tall building that towered over the street. The line of luxury cars parked outside was a clear indication of the kind of people who frequented this place-people with money,and influence. It was my first time coming here.As I stepped out of the car, the cold night air brushed against my skin, doing little to calm the nerves that fluttered in my stomach.John walked ahead of me, his steps confident, but there was an underlying tension in his posture. He may have been a big man at home, but here, at Club Neon, he was just another pawn in a game far bigger than he could ever control.The entrance to the club was guarded by men who looked like they had seen more violence than anyone should in a lifetime. Their eyes were cold, scanning each guest with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.As we stepped inside, the club was filled with a sea of people—beautiful women in expensive dresses and men in tailored suits, it is

This was my life. At twenty-two, I was getting pawned off to a man against my will, but I couldn’t do anything about it, I couldn’t say no. John had finally gotten what he wanted.I had never envied a dead man more than I did the one lying in Lorenzo’s office. At least he didn’t have to worry about debts he never incurred or the nightmare of trying to survive in this wicked world. Right now, death seemed like the better option. I almost wished Lorenzo would just end it for me—anything would be better than living like this.Tears freely flowed down my cheeks as I followed him out of the club into the cold night air. I heard him firing off instructions to his workers as the valet brought a black escalade around, but I was too dazed to actually listen.So this was my reality, I was Lorenzo’s property for a week, to use however he wanted, and then what? I would get tossed over to the next man that John owed. This had to be a nightmare. My whole life was a nightmare, one that I needed to w

LuciaFor seven long days, I hadn’t laid eyes on Lorenzo. He left for work before I woke up and came back after I had fallen asleep. It was starting to feel like he didn’t live here at all—except for the scent of his woodsy cologne lingering in the house every morning. I found myself unwillingly getting accustomed to it, as if it was the only proof he existed.Each day, Maria the housekeeper kept me company, and when she left for her market runs, I was left to wander the vast mansion like a ghost. A few days ago I discovered a library at the west end of the house, and it has since become my sanctuary, as I always got lost in the books there.No one ever visited, no one ever came in or out, except for Maria. Whenever I looked out of the large windows, I saw bodyguards patrolling the premises. Their presence reminded me that any thought of escape was futile.But today, things felt different. Standing at the base of the grand staircase, my heart raced as I waited for Lorenzo to come down

I wasn’t supposed to be responding to this. My entire body should be fighting it—fighting him. Lorenzo’s lips pressed against mine, firm yet coaxing, and everything inside me screamed to hate it. To hate him.But then, his kiss deepened, his lips moving against mine with a skill that made my breath hitch. My brain sent out alarms, flashing warnings to pull away, to shove him off, to do something, but my body betrayed me. My lips softened, giving in, responding to the way he kissed me like he knew exactly how to unravel me.No, no, no. This man just forced me to marry him. I should despise everything about him. But my body refused to obey, trapped in the pull of his touch.Lorenzo pulled back slightly, his lips curling into a smirk, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, “I knew you’d break, Principessa.”His words sliced through the haze, sharp and infuriating. A surge of anger rushed through me, and I wanted to push him away, to scream at him. But before I could move, his st

LuciaAfter Lorenzo left, I remained curled up on the floor, my eyes swollen and sore from crying. The weight of the ring on my finger felt like a shackle, cold and heavy. Every time I glanced at it, the heavy rock reminded me of my cage—the one Lorenzo had forced me into. I wish I could just die.After a while, a soft knock broke through my thoughts. I didn't answer, hoping whoever it was would leave. The door creaked open, and Maria entered, holding a tray of food.“Maria, please leave me alone,” I groaned."Signora," she said softly, her voice full of sympathy. "You need to eat something. It’s almost noon and you haven’t had breakfast."I shook my head, turning away from her. “I’m not hungry, Maria. Please, just leave me alone.”She sighed, stepping closer, and setting the tray on the nightstand. "I understand that you’re upset, but starving yourself won’t change anything.”I closed my eyes, trying to shut her voice out, but it only made the tears return, burning the backs of my ey