All Chapters of The mafia boss forbidden bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The crowd erupted into loud applause. Elisa and Stefano walked down the aisle together, moving slowly toward the rows of standing guests who clapped enthusiastically. People began to gather around, offering congratulations and well wishes. Her parents were the first to reach them. Her mother pulled her in tightly for a hug, holding her close. Her father, in contrast, simply offered her a curt nod and a dry “congratulations.” Next came Mrs. Bellucci — Stefano’s mother. She didn’t bother offering any words of blessing. She hugged her son briefly, whispered something in Italian to him, then turned and gave Elisa a cold stare. There was no attempt to hide her disapproval. The rest of the Bellucci family followed the same pattern — muttering quiet congratulations to Stefano while completely ignoring Elisa. She couldn’t understand it. Why the hostility? Had she done something to offend them? Leaning slightly toward Stefano, she whispered, “Does your mother not approve of the marriage?” S

Elisa jolted awake at the light tap on her arm. Her eyes fluttered open to find Stefano's face looming close. “We’re here,” he said simply before stepping out of the limo. Still groggy, she scrambled to follow him. The sight before her pulled the breath from her lungs. The house was striking—modern elegance wrapped in classic white stone, its vast frame gleaming under the moonlight. Stefano was already halfway up the stairs. She tightened her grip on her gown and hurried after him, her heels clicking softly against the marble steps. Inside, the air was cool and still. The hallway was vast and tastefully adorned—gold sconces on cream walls, polished floors, oil paintings that likely cost more than her entire wardrobe. It felt less like a home and more like a curated museum of wealth. He stopped in front of a double door and opened it without a word. Then, turning to her with that same impassive expression, he stepped aside. “This is your room.” She blinked. “My room? W

Elisa was confused by the sudden shift in his mood. Just minutes ago, they were sipping wine and making light conversation—tense, but civil. Now, his eyes were hard and his voice sharp. She couldn't pinpoint what had gone wrong. Was it something she said? Maybe bringing up his brother? “Elisa,” he said in a low, warning-filled voice that made the hairs on her arms rise. Her hands trembled as she reached for the whiskey bottle and poured it into the glass. The liquid sloshed slightly, betraying her unsteady fingers. “Drink,” he said, voice flat and emotionless. She stared at the glass, her throat tightening. She didn’t want to disobey him, but everything inside her screamed not to drink it. “I said drink!” His voice cracked like a whip through the room, making her flinch hard in her seat. Tears threatened to gather in her eyes as she slowly brought the glass to her lips. Her hands shook so badly, some of the liquid dribbled over her fingers. The first sip burned her throat

Suddenly he withdrew his hand, and she heard the foil of the condom tear. His hand on her back pushed her lower until her cheeks were pressed against the sheets. She felt something nudge her opening and her body got tense. Stefano palmed her hip and parts her legs with one of his knees, and then he’s rubbing the head of his cock at her entrance. She sucked in a sharp breath when he drags it all the way over her folds and against her clit before going back again. He does it a few times. Up and down and then a rub. Her head swam in a dizzy mixture of sensations, unable to take the torture anymore. Without a warning, he took her virginity in one sudden, rough move and She screamed from the pain of the intrusion. A shockwave ran through her body and her back arched from the sharp ache that tore up her insides. He stilled for a moment and she froze. For a while, they just remained like that, neither of them doing anything. The only sounds in the room was if their breathing and Elisa

Elisa’s eyes widened. His words brought back memories from yesterday. Fear wrapped around her chest and her body started shaking. “Stefano, please...” Her voice came out in a whisper. He didn’t even blink. “You should know by now that begging doesn’t work with me.” “Stefano, please... it hurts,” she said, her voice shaky. “It’s supposed to hurt, princess. It should hurt,” he murmured, eyes distant, like he was thinking about something—or someone—else entirely. “Now you know how they felt.”Her brows drew together, confusion crossing her face. She didn’t know who he meant, but she didn’t dare ask. The last time she had asked him something personal, it ended badly. “Stefano...” She tried again in a softer tone as if trying to reach something human in him. “I thought we had a lesson today on what happens when you defy me.” “Stefano, please.” “Elisa, you’re getting on my nerves now.” “I don’t want to go through that again.” Her voice was tight as she forced the words out. She di