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Chapter 10 : Adrian Valente

作者: Crimsontaless
last update 公開日: 2026-03-02 21:43:51

Grace

The library lights buzzed overhead. The harsh and yellow lights made my eyes sting. I rubbed them hard, then rubbed again, trying to focus on my half-finished project slides glowing on my laptop screen.

Tomorrow was the deadline. The last submission before finals and I was nowhere near done. My friends had left two hours ago, after begging me to come with them.

“Grace, come on, it’s already dark,” Stella had whined, tugging my sleeve.

“I’ll be fine,” I’d told her. “It’s just a twenty-mi
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  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 44 | Obeying

    GraceTears blurred my vision as I stared up at the man I had just been forced to marry.“You killed him,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “You really killed my uncle… over a stupid ring?”Adrian’s dark eyes burned into mine with that terrifying intensity. He didn’t look guilty. He looked proud. His large hand came up, wrapping around my wrist where I gripped his collar, pressing my palm harder against his chest so I could feel how steady his heartbeat was.“Yes, bunny,” he said, voice low and calm, almost intimate. “I killed him. Matthew thought he could steal the ring I had chosen for your finger. After I paid him a fortune to sell you to me, he got greedy. Tried to take what was mine. No one steals from me, Grace. Especially not something that belongs on your hand.”A broken sob tore from my throat. I shook him by his collar, my bandaged hand throbbing with pain. “You’re sick! You destroyed my entire family just because you wanted me? You manipulated him into selling me like I was

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 43 | The Devil I Married

    GraceMy heart was hammering so violently I thought it would crack my ribs. The beautiful white wedding dress that had once looked like a dream now felt like a cage of lace and lies. Eric’s words were still ringing in my ears- He killed Eric’s father. He planned everything.I couldn’t breathe.I twisted violently in Adrian’s arms, the silk train of my dress tangling around my legs. Tears streamed down my face, ruining the perfect makeup the maids had applied. My bandaged hand throbbed as I reached up and grabbed the collar of his expensive black tuxedo, fisting the fabric so tightly my knuckles turned white.“Did you kill him?” I screamed, voice cracking with raw pain and fury. “Did you kill my uncle, Adrian? Tell me the truth! Right now!”The entire hall went deathly silent. My friends stared in horror. Eric, still forced to his knees and bleeding, watched with devastated eyes. Adrian’s men shifted uncomfortably, but no one dared move.Adrian looked down at me, his dark eyes burni

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 42 | Played By The Devil

    GraceThe world stopped the moment I heard his voice.“GRACE!”Eric stood at the entrance of the grand hall, chest heaving, eyes wide with desperation and fury. His face was already bruised, clothes torn like he had fought through hell just to get here. For one desperate second, my heart soared. Eric- my cousin, the only person who had ever truly tried to protect me. The one I had secretly loved in that quiet, safe way for years. The one I had been desperately searching for….I lunged forward without thinking, tears already spilling down my cheeks. “Eric!”Suddenly, Adrian’s arm snapped around my waist like a steel trap, yanking me back hard against his chest. His grip was bruising, possessive and so furious. The beautiful white wedding dress rustled as I struggled in his hold, the lace train tangling around my legs.“Let me go!” I cried, voice breaking. “Adrian, please! That’s Eric! Let me see him!”“No,” Adrian snarled low in my ear, his voice dark and venomous. His fingers dug dee

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 41 | Vows In Blood And Lace

    GraceThe mirror reflected a girl I barely recognized.The wedding dress hugged my body like it had been sewn onto my skin by the devil himself. Pure white silk and delicate lace flowed over my curves, the sweetheart neckline pushing my breasts up in a way that felt sinful. Intricate beading and tiny diamonds caught the light with every small movement, making me sparkle like moonlight on water. The long train spread behind me like a queen’s cape. My hair was styled in soft waves, pinned with pearls, and my makeup made my eyes look bigger, my lips fuller.I looked like a moon goddess. A princess from some unreachable realm. Unreal. Ethereal.But my eyes were empty. Dead. There was no joy, no blush of a happy bride. Only a hollow girl staring back at me- the girl who had been bought, broken, and forced into a dress that screamed forever when all she wanted was escape.“You look breathtaking, Mrs. Valente,” one of the maids whispered, voice filled with forced awe.I didn’t answer. I co

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 40 | White Lies And Dark Truths

    GraceAdrian carried me up the stairs like I was already his bride, his strong arms holding me securely against his chest. I didn’t fight this time. My body felt heavy, drained from the emotional storm, the forced breakfast, and the way he had played with me like I was his favorite toy. When he pushed open the bedroom door, I saw it immediately.The wedding dress.It hung on a mannequin in the center of the room like a ghost. Pure white, elegant, with delicate lace, a deep sweetheart neckline, and a long flowing train that looked like it cost more than most people’s houses. Diamonds sparkled along the bodice. It was breathtakingly beautiful.And I hated it.Adrian set me down gently on my feet, his hands lingering on my waist. I stared at the dress, my heart sinking deeper with every second. There was no escape now. No family left to save me. My friends were probably being watched or threatened. I had no phone, no way to contact anyone. Uncle Matthew had sold me. Eric… God, where wa

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 39 | Fed By The Monster

    GraceMy heart slammed against my ribs the second I saw him.Adrian stood at the kitchen entrance like he owned the entire world with arms crossed over his broad chest, leaning casually against the wall with that dark, predatory smirk on his face. His eyes locked onto me like I was prey he had been patiently hunting. The broken glass and shattered plates around my bare feet suddenly felt insignificant compared to the danger radiating off him.I gulped hard, throat dry. “Adrian…”He pushed off the wall and walked toward me slowly, each step deliberate, powerful, like a wolf stalking closer. That smirk never left his lips- that twisted, obsessive smirk full of dark promises. My pulse raced wildly. I tried to step back on the counter, but my foot slipped on a piece of glass.Before I could regain balance, his hand shot out like lightning. Strong fingers wrapped around my wrist, yanking me forward. I stumbled off the counter and straight into his arms. In one smooth, terrifying motion,

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 29 | Blood Payment

    GraceI stepped into the dimly lit warehouse and the heavy metal door groaned behind me like a dying man. The air smelled of rust, sweat, and fear… and exactly how I liked it. Nicholas followed close and our footsteps echoed. Dante was already there with his sleeves rolled up and was standing ove

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 27 | Sold

    GraceI stood frozen in the living room, the luxurious nightmare closing in around me. Adrian’s words echoed in my head like a death sentence.“Your uncle sold you to me, bunny,” he said calmly, almost conversationally, as he swirled the whiskey in his glass. “Money for his gambling debts and what

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 23 | Owned

    Grace“Strip,” Adrian said calmly, his voice a low command that vibrated straight through my bones. I froze on my knees in the center of that massive bed, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted to escape. He tossed the cufflinks onto a side table. They clinked like bullets hitting marble.“

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 22 | Strip

    Grace“What the hell is wrong with you?”He didn’t look at me at first, one hand gripping the wheel tightly, knuckles white with tattooed skin stretched taut. “What’s wrong with me?” he repeated, voice dangerously soft. “You. You’re what’s wrong with me, Grace. You walked into my world and ruined

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