Lahat ng Kabanata ng ENTRAPPED MARRIAGE; Bound to the Cruel Mafia boss : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

LIORA"I take you to be my wife," his rich, deep, and utterly dangerous voice permeates the chill air in the Orthodox church as he maintains eye contact—with me. "To honor you, to protect you, and to walk with you—for life," he finalizes.What about the promise to love me?Scoff. Who am I kidding? I already know what I signed up for when I agreed to this—a cold-hearted monster with zero emotional feelings whatsoever.So I shouldn't expect such sacred vows from him. After all, this is only temporary.The priest motions to me. I clear my throat and begin, a bit more steadily than before, as rehearsed. "And I take you..." I trail off, my gaze straying to the pair of imploring hazel eyes meeting mine from across the room.I stare at my sister, who is standing beside our parents, a little too long, inwardly second-guessing my decision.Her eyes are pleading—same as my parents'. They must sense my hesitation.Not wanting them to panic, I redirect my gaze to the man in front of me and conti

I managed to escape Lorenzo's Victorian Gothic mansion, heavily crammed with high security, with the help of Agnes—after much pleading and reassuring her that I’d owe her one, might I add.After Lorenzo's departure earlier, I went downstairs to join Agnes in the kitchen, despite her reluctance to let me help.She said that 'the boss' didn’t like it when his wife exerted force on anything, and I’m not even sure what she meant by that, since he wasn’t there with us, and it's not like I’ve ever helped Agnes out with anything before. ~Except he's not talking about you, love~. Yeah, whatever.Nonetheless, despite Agnes's hesitations, I persisted and still assisted her with breakfast, even cleaning up afterward. We chatted and quickly got to know more about each other, and in no time, we turned into BFFs.That’s because I was secretly building this connection with her, preparing for the moment I’d ask her permission to go out—since she’s the one in charge. And since Lorenzo made it explicit

Silence stretches between us for a moment as I process what my sister just revealed."You didn’t know, did you?" Skylar smirks. "You really bought it when we told you it was because of bankruptcy? Gosh, you’re just so gullible.""Dad gambled... again?""He did. Isn’t he an addict? What, you thought he’d just quit it because you acted on your threat to leave home a few years ago? Your presence holds no value or influence over any of us. In fact, none of us cared after you left."I draw in a deep breath. This is a lot to take in. I shake my head and say to my sister calmly, pleadingly, "Skylar, please, tell me none of this is true.""Which part?" she grins mischievously. "The part where we never saw you as family, or that we deliberately sold you to the Mafia?"I feel my heart twinge."Cause you know, both are true. Well, you should know something about your husband, Liora. The dark rumor I told you was circulating around him."My eyes flicker between Skylar's.She continues, "He murder

One solid minute passes in dead silence. Two. Three. Okay, this is starting to piss me off. He still hasn’t said anything or moved an inch from where he stands. The only thing unchanged is his glare, fixed on me. Didn’t he hear me? Why is he still standing there, staring at me like a fucking mute? Annoyance and frustration course through me in every direction, and I repeat, more firmly than last, my eyes glinting with determination, "I said I want an annulment, Mr. Sorrentino." After what feels like an eternity of eye contact contest, he finally speaks, nonchalance lacing his monotonous response. "No." My brows knit in confusion, and I retort sharply, "The fuck you mean ‘No’? I said I want an annulment. I want out of this marriage." "And I said no, you’re not getting what you want." He tells me, undeterred. He regards me again and adds, "And I advise you to watch your language from now on, mi eposa. I have zero tolerance for brats." This makes me even angrier. I should be te

My eyes stay locked on them.The woman doesn’t stop smiling. If anything, there’s a fascinating look etched on her face, directed at me. Like she’s... delighted to see me or something.I highly doubt that. Because my eyes dip to her hand still wrapped around his arm, and my chest involuntarily tightens. She can’t be delighted to see me if she’s still holding onto him like that. I wonder if she knows I’m his legal wife.I wonder about a lot of things. But more importantly, who is she?A friend?Business partner?Or someone he brought home for the night to make me jealous?No, wait—what if he’s reconsidered my request for an annulment, and this lady is just my replacement?That assumption should send a surge of excitement and optimism through me, but surprisingly, it doesn’t. If anything, I feel... upset.My stomach makes that rumbling noise again, jolting me from my thoughts.A wave of mortification washes over me, and I wonder if they just heard the tantrum from my starving stomach. S