All Chapters of BOUND TO LOVE MY ENEMY: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

(MARIANNA'S POV) The masquerade ball was approaching and luckily my ankle was healing as well. I could move much more comfortably after staying in bed during the process. Leo always checked up on me to make sure I was doing ok and even offered to help me with menial tasks like bringing my food upstairs and staying beside me to keep me company. I learnt to stay in bed, thanks to that eye-opening lesson Vin forced in on me. “I can now go to the ball” I rejoiced to Leo “But for now, no heels” We got prepared and headed straight to the venue at the Blackwell Hotel where the ballroom glittered with a thousand lights, reflecting off gilded mirrors and sparkling chandeliers. I adjusted my Venetian mask, the delicate silver filigree cool against my skin. I couldn't remember the last time I'd attended an event that wasn't related to business. "You look like you're at a funeral, not a masquerade," Leo teased, appearing beside me with two flutes of champagne. His own mask was a deep midni

(MARIANNA'S POV) I woke to a pounding in my skull and bile rising in my throat. The morning light streaming through my curtains felt like daggers in my eyes. I barely made it to the bathroom, my legs unsteady beneath me as I collapsed before the toilet and emptied what little remained in my stomach from the night before."Are you okay?"I jerked my head up, immediately regretting the sudden movement. Leo stood in the doorway of my bathroom, concern etched on his face. Or was it something else? My mind felt foggy, struggling to put pieces together."You should have knocked," I managed to say, reaching for a towel to wipe my mouth."I'm sorry," Leo said, stepping into the bathroom. "I didn't know you were awake. I came to check on you—you've been out cold since we got back from the masquerade."I pushed myself to my feet, gripping the edge of the sink for support. "What happened last night?" I asked, watching Leo's reflection in the mirror. Something felt off, but I couldn't place it.

(VINCENZO'S POV) ‘Marianna? Car crash? It's not possible.’ The words kept repeating in my mind like a broken record. ‘She can't be dead.’ I snatched the tablet from the floor, studying the mangled wreckage again. My hands shook as I zoomed in on the image, searching for any detail that might tell me this was all a mistake. The car was completely destroyed, metal twisted into unrecognizable shapes, glass scattered across the asphalt like deadly confetti. But something felt wrong. "Anna, get my car ready. Now!" I barked, already moving toward the door. "Sir, should I……" "Just do it!" My voice cracked with an emotion I couldn't name. Fear? Rage? Both clawed at my chest like wild animals. The drive to the crash scene felt endless. Every red light, every slow-moving vehicle made my blood pressure spike higher. My knuckles were white against the steering wheel as I weaved through traffic, my mind racing between disbelief and mounting fury. “What must have happened that le

(NICCOLÒ'S POV) The guard shifted nervously in the chair, sweat beading on his forehead."You had one job, Marco," I said, circling him slowly. "One simple job.""Boss, I can explain—""Explain?" I stopped directly in front of him. "You let a woman slip through your fingers. A woman.""She had a driver, and when we tried to……""Amateur." I drew my gun. "Completely amateur.""Please, boss, if you just listen……."The trigger pulled back with a soft click. Marco crumpled to the floor.I holstered the gun and reached for my phone. Maybe that hitman Sophia used, despite his failure, could be convinced to try again."Tony," I said when my new assistant answered. "I need an update on those mercenary contacts.""Yes, sir. I've been reaching out to some mafia connections. They can link us to professionals.""Find someone. Anyone. Get back to me within the hour.""Understood, sir."I stepped outside and froze. Charlotte stood beside her BMW, her stiletto heel against the tyresShe spotted me

(MARIANNA'S POV) His tongue stroked me with an intensity that set my core ablaze. I shouldn't have expected tenderness from Vin - he was all raw, unchecked desire, his hard body pressing into me, his rigid cock throbbing against my hip. His hands gripped my ass, kneading the flesh as he sucked hard on my neck, marking me as his. I gasped, pulling at his hair. "Enough," I panted, but he silenced me with his shirt, shoving it between my lips before turning his attention to my breasts, still concealed in black lace. He latched onto a nipple, his hot mouth drawing it in, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Electricity zinged through me, and I arched into him, my hands fisting in the sheets. His other hand found my clit, circling the swollen nub until I was panting into the fabric. He pinched my nipple, and I cried out, the pleasure almost too intense. But he didn't stop, working my clit with his thumb as he pumped two fingers knuckle-deep inside me. "Fuck, you're so ti