All Chapters of Bound To A Possessive Mafia Don: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Rain soaked Anna’s hair and slid down her face, cold and relentless. She didn’t know how long she’d been standing on James’s porch. Her arms hung limply by her sides, her fingers numb. Her eyes were swollen, lashes clumped, her skin blotchy and pale. The tears had stopped, but the exhaustion on her face made it clear she’d been crying for hours. Her body trembled not just from the cold, but from the way everything had collapsed in one brutal night. Six years, gone in seconds. The man she was supposed to marry, the one she had stood beside through every high and low, had tossed it all aside like it never mattered. And the woman she called family, the one who knew every part of her, every scar and secret, had climbed into her fiancé’s bed like it meant nothing. They hadn’t just betrayed her. They had torn her wide open and left her bleeding, like she was nothing, like she never meant a damn thing. Anna’s fingers curled into fists. The engagement ring she had waited thre

~THE NEXT MORNING~ Anna’s eyes slowly opened to a ceiling that wasn’t hers. The room was quiet, except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the soft rustle of sheets underneath her. Pale light slipped through thin curtains, cool against her skin. Her body felt heavy, aching in places she hadn’t expected. She lay still for a moment, her breathing shallow and uneven. Then the memories from last night came crashing in—the heat, his hands, the way he had touched her. Her heart raced, and her chest tightened as a sudden wave of panic swept over her. She pushed herself up the bed, feeling the cold air brush over her bare skin. The rough sheets slipped away from her body as she moved. Across the bed, the stranger she had a one night stand with lay still, asleep with deep and steady breathing, unaware that she was already awake. Anna came down from the bed slowly, her legs shaky beneath her. Her hands trembled as she reached for her dress on the floor and pulled it on qui

Anna couldn’t breathe as she stared at Vincenzo, with her eyes wide, heart crashing against her ribs, lips parted but no words coming out, not a single sound, just silence and the raw disbelief choking her from the inside out because it was him, it was really him, and everything in her body froze except the storm inside her chest. Vincenzo didn’t move, he just sat there watching Anna with the same cold expression that made her skin crawl. Anna’s heart pounded continuously as her stomach turned. Her wrists burned from how tightly the rope was tied, but she barely noticed the pain. Her mind was still stuck on the fact that the man who had her kidnapped and tied was the same one who had kissed her and fucked her last night. “You,” Anna whispered again, her voice dry and hoarse. “Oh my God… It was you…” Vincenzo raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. Then he rose from the chair and walked toward her, each step steady and deliberate, until he was standing di