All Chapters of BOUND TO THE DEVIL; HIS TO RUIN: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

"All done, sweetheart" Carla's excitement-filled voice spilled into the bridal suite as she finished zipping up the wedding dress. Violette stepped in front of the full length mirror, her beauty unmatched. The makeup glowed in unison with her pristine skin, and the dress is just as perfect. It's a masterpiece of lace and silk with delicate florals and intricate patterns that shimmered in the light. The fitted mermaid silhouette hugged her curves, accentuating her waist and flaring out in a dramatic train that cascaded down. A warm smile graced her face as she turned around, hugging Carla dearly. "Dominic is so lucky to have snatched my sweetheart away" Carla gushed, pulling away to hold Violette's hands. "I'm the lucky one, Carla," Violette gushed right back, her happiness over the top. "And all of these wouldn't have happened without you" Violette's eyes was filled with respect as she spoke. Despite Carla's pregnancy, she took it upon herself to prepare this wedding

-- The sudden downpour of water made Violette's eyes open slowly, and a gasp escaped her gummy throat. She must have passed out completely after she was thrown into the truck, and now this environment is unfamiliar. She felt restraints, and that's because her arms are tied behind her. She's laying on the ground with her right side, her mouth gagged. The place smells like sawdust with a mix of dung. Is this a stable? There's a small dim light shinning directly on her face, and just when she was about to start wondering where it's coming from, she was pulled to her knees by strong arms. She wasn't surprised when she came face-to-face with Carla. Carla sat like a vice on a chair, right in front of her. There are still streaks of tears on her face, and that only confirmed something. Dominic is dead. Despite her gagged mouth, Violette smiled in victory, and the smile graduated into a shrill laughter which annoyed Carla to the deepest core. She roughly pulled the gag away from Vi

The smell of injections, medicines and antiseptics mixed together to make Violette's stomach turn. How much she hates the smell of hospitals. It makes her sick to the core. Massimo had driven her to the hospital after the contract signing, and it's surprising how the nurses attending to her pretended not to know about what she did to Dominic. The news is all-over the country, and she's currently wanted. Massimo is sitting on a couch in the private ward, working on a tablet. Obviously, he has this hospital in the palm of his hands. He's the mafia boss anyways, his authority goes far and wide. Violette looked at Paolo who's standing rigidly behind the nurses attending to her. Paolo looked down at her, and she smiled a bit. "Does he own this hospital? I mean...Mr. Visconti" Paolo threw his face away, and she bit into her bottom lip, scoffing in secret. There's hardly any difference between Massimo himself and Paolo, they're both chunks of dry ice. Her head got treated and band

The Cosa Nostra Den is like a rendezvous; a meeting point for all members of the inner circle.They have their meetings at least thrice a week if there are no problems on ground to solve.Paolo drove into the underground park, and Massimo carried himself powerfully, walking into the Den which is surrounded with trained guards.Paolo followed him into the secured building where they met the three other members waiting already in the dark-walled room.There are black couches surrounding a long glass table like a conference setting."Look who's here" Niccolo boomed, pouring himself a glass of vodka.He's shirtless, the tattoos on his skin looking ruggedly ominous. Niccolo is carefree and at the same time a hardtack member of the circle. His Peruzzi family owns the hospital, which is why it was so easy to get Violette treated there."Still can't believe he actually snatched her" Marina said beside him, mounting her legs on each other.She's a tall beautiful woman who has a strict badass