บททั้งหมดของ THE MAFIA's FORBIDDEN FLOWER : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 4

THE SURPRISERosalia's POV"Ahh! Ahh!"I exclaimed softly as I slumped against the back seat of the SUV, exhaustion washing over me like a tidal wave.The bright New York City sunlight streaming through the window was already making my day worse. The atmosphere is so hot that even the air conditioning in the car was battling to cool the hotness of the sun."Fuck off, bitch!" My personal driver and bodyguard, Lorenzo, groaned at a lady in a BMW car, who almost hit us, as she drove past the traffic light.It's been 45 minutes and 20 seconds since our car got stuck in traffic; the road is so choked with a lot of cars parked in two lines, trying to get to their various destinations.A traffic warden in his bright orange vest and a cap on his head to protect him from the hot sun, with a badge on his shirt and comfortable shoes for walking always, stood in the middle of the road controlling the traffic to different sidewalks.They function to their utmost on every Saturday to make sure every

THE UNWANTED UNIONRosalia's POV I sat in the dimly lit Catholic church in New York City, the four corners of the church, surrounded by the cream of Chicago's Mafia elite. The atmosphere of the church was thick with tension, the scent of expensive perfume hanging heavy.My white wedding gown, a symbol of purity and innocence, felt like a suffocating shroud."I thought a wedding between two companions was to be determined by both parties, but not in my case. I'm being forced to spend my entire life with a beast." I mused thoughtfully,As I glanced at everyone present, my mind reeled at the events that had led me to this moment. A forced marriage, the threats, the manipulation—all designed to ensure I became the wife of Alex Fabian, the son of Don Fabian Costello, the ruthless head of the Fabian Mafia family."But why?" A question I kept on asking myself, and whose answer remained unknown to me.My gaze swung to Alex, standing by the altar, his eyes fixed on me with an unnerving intens