All Chapters of The mafia boss forbidden bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Don’t mind Sarah,” the doctor said as the nurse left the room. “She tends to talk too much and say things she shouldn’t.” Elisa frowned slightly. What did he mean by that? If her parents were planning a wedding, that meant someone close was getting married. But who? Was it her sibling? Did she even have a brother or sister? She didn’t know. She didn’t even know herself. “Whose wedding?” she asked again, this time more firmly. She didn’t know why she was so curious. It wasn’t like she would recognize the name, even if they told her. “That’s not something you need to worry about right now,” the doctor said gently. “What matters most is getting enough rest. You’ve just woken up from a coma. I’ll come back to check on you later.” He gave her a small nod and left the room. Elisa watched him go, her eyes still slightly narrowed. Something about him made her uneasy. He hadn’t said or done anything wrong, but the way he looked at her… it felt strange. She couldn’t explain why, but he

After a long drive, the SUV finally slowed and pulled into a large driveway. The gates had opened automatically at their arrival, revealing the mansion inside. The house was huge. It stood tall behind a wide stretch of pavement, with sharp lines and pale grey walls. Large glass windows took up most of the front, and black security cameras turned slowly at the corners. There were men in suits standing at the edges of the building, each one still and alert, wearing earpieces. Every detail screamed wealth and power. One of the guards opened the door, and Elisa stepped out with her mother. Inside, the floors were white marble. The entrance hall was massive, with high ceilings and a giant chandelier hanging above. Expensive-looking furniture sat untouched in corners. Not a pillow out of place. No sign that anyone actually lived here. “Welcome home, Elisa,” her mother said lightly. Home. Elisa looked around. Everything was spotless and empty. Not a photo. Not a pair of shoes out

“You will never walk away when I am speaking to you. Do you understand?” her father’s voice rang out. He had also stood up from his chair. Elisa stood frozen, her back still turned to him. Her pulse thundered in her ears, but she didn’t flinch. Slowly, she turned around to face him. “How can you ask me to do something like that?” she asked, her voice breaking with emotion. “You can’t force me to marry him. Please, don’t make me do this.” “You will marry him,” her father said coldly, stepping closer. “It’s not a request. It’s a command.” “Well, I’m not marrying him.” Her voice trembled but remained steady. “You can say whatever you want, but you can’t drag me to the altar.” Before she could brace herself, his palm struck her across the face with a loud crack. Her head jerked to the side, her skin stinging from the impact. “Don’t you ever talk back to me,” he growled. “Tomorrow, you’ll go with your mother to prepare for your wedding. Understood?” “I am not marrying him,” she said

The next morning, Elisa and her mother left the mansion for the hotel where they would stay until the wedding. A sleek black car waited at the gates, and an escort trailed behind them—something Elisa found excessive, though she didn’t speak on it. Their destination turned out to be a five-star hotel in the heart of the city. The staff welcomed them with smiles, nods, and rehearsed greetings as they were led to the penthouse suite. The elevator doors opened to reveal a luxurious space—three grand bedrooms, a pristine modern kitchen, and a sitting room furnished in rich velvet and marble. Gold accents caught the light from the large windows, and crystal chandeliers sparkled above their heads. Elisa wandered over to the window, her arms folded loosely across her chest, and looked out at the city lights stretching endlessly in the distance. Her mother stepped beside her. “So, how do you like it?” Elisa gave a quiet nod. “It’s nice. Though… it feels like too much. We’re only stayin

When the priest began the sermon, the wedding officially started. After reading out their names and asking if they were present of their own free will, he continued speaking about the meaning of love and marriage.Elisa's heart pounded frantically as he proceeded with the rites. Just days ago, she had been completely against the idea of this marriage. But now, standing beside Stefano and feeling the things he stirred in her in just a few short minutes, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. She must have had feelings for him before the accident—feelings strong enough to agree to this arrangement. She hadn’t felt this alive in the last four days as she did now. Perhaps marrying him would turn out to be a good thing.Her parents already felt toxic as it was. With Stefano, she might finally have a little freedom. She would be escaping her father’s fury, his rules, his punishments. And maybe—just maybe—they could start a family. She could build new memories, ones not tied to fear or c