All Chapters of Wrong bride to the right husband : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Darkness. That was all I saw. That was all I felt. A suffocating, endless darkness. The bag over my head made it hard to breathe. I couldn’t scream, couldn’t cry…my voice got caught in my throat, strangled by fear and confusion. Coming to Italy was the worst mistake I had ever made my whole life. How could I have been so stupid and foolish? Thinking about it now, it didn't make any sense at all. How could I rush off to another country, on another continent, just because of a phone call, which I didn't even know was a scam call? Now my life was in danger and not a single soul would know where I was or how I died…or even where my head body was. That thought alone made cold shivers run down my spine. In less than a month, I had been kidnapped twice. The last kidnap wasn't intent on hurting me, but this one, I didn't know how lenient they were or who sent them. Rough hands shoved me forward. I stumbled, nearly falling. I could hear footsteps, multiple, maybe three, four?

The mansion Darren lived in was huge. It was like five houses in one. It resembled the one back home but a little bigger. Throughout the drive, I was quite. I felt like I was getting married again because this particular scenario was like that of when I got married and was taken to Darren's house…Men in black driving, the car silent as a graveyard, the only difference now was that Darren was there with me and he held my hand. We got into the house…rather mansion, and we all alighted. I took in a deep breath twice. I had wanted to step down and receive the fresh air all through the ride. I stretched my body as I took in the wonderful sight before me. It was so beautiful. Flowers were planted along each side of the driveway. I could see the swimming pool in a distance. I was sure this house would have more than thirty rooms in it and must have cost a fortune. Darren held my hand again and led me inside. My breath hitched in my throat when we reached inside. His house here was way

Alina's POV… I was determined to give myself to Darren last night. Nothing too intimate had happened between us. We've kissed, cuddled, hugged and done some other things that couples did but, we were yet to get to the deeper level of intimacy. We hadn't really talked about it and Darren hadn't pressured me into having anything. He does care for me. I have heard stories of men who forced their wives into having a sexual encounter with them even when the woman didn't want to or wasn't ready. I just laid in the bed, the sheets covering my body as I thought. What did he even mean but he doesn't want to touch me here in Italy? Honestly, I felt disappointed. I was left restless and wanting more, but he just left me like that. I touched the back of my ear where he kissed and a moan escaped from my lips. I quickly covered my mouth. Thinking about it alone made my desires go haywire. A knock came at the door and I knew who it was. Darren. I was going to give him an attitude. “Come

Third person's POV… His breath mingled with hers as the silence between them thickened, charged and electric. The golden glow of the bedside lamp cast flickering shadows on the walls, painting their bodies in a soft, intimate light. His hand remained splayed across her waist, grounding her, but there was something deeper in his eyes now, hunger… longing… restraint fraying. “I shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “But you have no idea what you do to me.” Alina swallowed hard, her heart hammering wildly in her chest. “Then don’t stop.” That was all it took. His mouth claimed hers with a desperate intensity, lips brushing hers, then deepening into something raw and possessive. The kiss was fire, untamed and consuming. Alina found myself clinging to Darren, tangled in his warmth, in the way his touch ignited something inside her she hadn’t felt before. His hands moved up her back, fingers threading into her hair as he tilted her head for better access. Their bodies p

Alina's POV…The sterile scent of disinfectants hit me first, the sharp, almost nauseating smell that clung to every surface of the luxurious hospital corridor. It was nothing like the regular hospitals I’d ever seen or visited. This one had a quiet elegance, like a five-star hotel for the dying…marble floors, golden trims, smooth white walls, and soft classical music humming low from hidden speakers.But none of it mattered.The bright lights of the hospital's emergency entrance nearly blinded me as the ambulance screeched to a halt. The doors flew open, and Darren’s lifeless body was wheeled out by paramedics, his chest soaked in blood.“Emergency Room A, now!” one of the nurses shouted, wheeling Darren in on a stretcher, no, a gurney. That was the word. A gurney. His shirt was soaked red, and the white sheets beneath him were already stained with blood.My heart thudded painfully against my ribcage. "Darren!" I screamed, running after them, but one of his men…Bruno, I think, grabbe