Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

PETER VINCENZO'S FUNERAL The sky over New York was cloaked in thick, somber clouds, dark and heavy, almost as if in mourning. Yet, no rain fell. It was as though the heavens themselves were holding back, leaving a stifling stillness hanging over the cemetery. This weather suited the occasion too perfectly, as if nature itself paid homage to Peter Vincenzo, whose influence had been both feared and revered in New York's underworld. Today, a silent gathering of the city's elite, powerful Mafia families, and high-ranking members from the Chicago Outfit filled the cemetery, all drawn here by tradition, respect, or perhaps simple obligation.A tension hung in the air, barely masked by the solemnity of the occasion. The perimeter of the cemetery had been secured, a tight ring of soldiers ensuring the Syndicate didn't dare encroach upon this delicate moment. Both New York and Chicago had made a calculated risk in allowing so many high-ranking members to attend the funeral, a meeting of vulne

THE CAPTIVE KYLIE “As in, Kylie Vincenzo?” the man sneered, his smile as sharp as a knife.I nodded, resisting the impulse to look away. There was no use denying who I was; they’d only use it against me. The man barked something in Russian, and the others erupted into coarse laughter, their eyes leering over me with an intensity that made my skin crawl.“Where are the others?” His gaze slid over me with a lazy malice. “Your shadow and the children?”It took me a second to grasp who he meant by 'shadow' - my protector, always near. I cleared my throat, keeping my voice even. “I don’t know,” I replied.His answer was a brutal kick to Ava, who lay crumpled on the floor nearby. She screamed, the sound shredding through the thick tension. Her wide, pleading eyes met mine, silently begging me not to give them anything. But how could I just watch as they hurt her?The muffled echo of voices and gunfire grew louder, filtering in from outside. The Russian leader grabbed me, yanking me close u

LOVE CONFESSIONS BETWEEN KYLIE AND LYSANDER “It’s not a matter of wanting, Lysander. I couldn’t just decide to stop loving you if I tried.”He nodded, a shadow of understanding flickering across his face. “And you hate that you love me. You’ve said that before.”“No.” I shook my head slowly, feeling the weight of each word. “Not anymore. I know exactly who you are. You’re not a good man — never have been. I knew that from the start, and I don’t care. I should care. I should lose sleep over it, feel guilty for being okay with my husband running one of the most dangerous and ruthless crime syndicates in the country. But I don’t. What does that make me?” I looked down at my hands, the very hands that had gripped a gun just days ago, fingers that had pulled a trigger without hesitation, without even a shiver of regret. “I killed a man, Lysander. And I don’t feel sorry. Not even a little. I’d do it all over again.” My gaze lifted, meeting his. “What does that make me, Lysander? I’m like yo

LYSANDER'S SECRET MEETING Lysander sat in his workplace, the dim light casting shadows throughout his face. His mind turned into a whirlwind of mind, plans, and concerns. The Syndicate remained in, and every selection he made now became crucial. He needed to live one step ahead, not only for his own sake but for Kylie’s as nicely. She became his international friend, and he couldn’t afford to lose her.He glanced at his watch. It is almost time. Tonight’s meeting changed into a secret, even from his closest allies. He wanted statistics, and there was the handiest one man or woman who could offer it. A smooth knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. It became Kim.“Everything’s set, Boss. The touch will be right here in ten minutes,” Kim said, his eyes scanning the room as if awaiting trouble.Lysander nodded. “Good. Make sure no one knows approximately this. Not even Dorian.”Kim’s eyes barely narrowed, however he nodded. “Understood.”Lysander watched as Kim left, past the do

KYLIE'S HIDDEN STRENGTHKylie woke to the first rays of dawn filtering through the curtains. She stretched, feeling the familiar ache in her muscles, a reminder of the battles they had faced. Lysander was already up, his side of the bed cold. She knew he was planning their next move, always thinking ahead.Determined to be more than just a passive presence, Kylie decided to train. She needed to be strong, not just for herself, but for Lysander and their family. She had seen too much, endured too much, to sit idly by.After dressing quickly, she made her way to the training room where she found Kim running drills with a few of the men. He looked up, surprised but pleased to see her.“Kylie,” he greeted, wiping sweat from his brow. “What brings you here?”She squared her shoulders, her eyes determined. “I want to train, Kim. I need to be able to protect myself and the people I love.”Kim nodded, respecting her resolve. “Alright. We’ll start with the basics and work our way up. You’ve be