All Chapters of Bound To A Possessive Mafia Don: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

A sudden knock came on Anna’s bedroom door.Both Anna and Vincenzo jolted in surprise. Anna’s eyes darted to Vincenzo’s chest, and a rush of heat flooded her cheeks as she suddenly realized just how close they were.“Oh my God—sorry!” Anna blurted, scrambling to her feet in a rush.Vincenzo rose from the floor, brushing dust from his shirt. The air between them felt tense with awkward silence.Vincenzo stared at Anna, saying nothing.She quickly smoothed her hair, tucking a loose strand behind her ear before running a shaky hand through it. “Uh… I—”Another knock sounded at the door.Then Lucy’s voice followed. “Anna? Are you in there?”Anna swallowed hard and turned toward the door. “Y-yeah, I’m coming!” she called.She glanced back at Vincenzo, who stood at the foot of her bed, watching her in silence.Clearing her throat, she muttered nervously, “I… I’ll get the door.”Anna hurried across the room and opened the door just as Vincenzo turned toward it.Lucy stepped into the room,

The kitchen fell silent as Vincenzo stepped inside, his imposing frame filling the doorway and blocking the light from the hall. Anna and Lucy turned to the doorway and froze, their eyes widening in shock as they saw Vincenzo. Vincenzo stepped further into the kitchen, his cold eyes locked on Anna and Lucy, the room growing tight and tense with his presence. He stopped directly in front of Anna and Lucy, so close that they could smell the faint, expensive scent of his cologne, mixed with a hint of tobacco. Instinctively, Anna and Lucy stepped back, their backs pressing against the cold kitchen counter. “I won’t ask again,” Vincenzo growled, closing the distance. “What did I just hear you say?” Anna’s eyes flicked to Lucy, before snapping back to Vincenzo’s burning gaze. Her lips trembled as she tried to speak. “It’s not—” “And don’t you dare lie to me,” Vincenzo snarled, his eyes locking onto Anna with a predatory glare. Anna’s chest tightened, and she swallowed hard

Anna’s eyes widened as she stared at Vincenzo, her mind struggling to process what she’d just heard."What?" The word came out before she could stop it."You heard me," Vincenzo growled."I… I don’t understand, Boss," Anna said, shaking her head.“This is a marriage contract,” Vincenzo said, tapping the black folder with a single finger“Once you sign it, we’ll be officially married.”“Married? You mean… I would be your wife?” Anna whispered, the words foreign and terrifying as they left her lips.“Yes, you will be my wife. You are carrying the Romano heir, and the Romano heir cannot be born out of wedlock.” He leaned back. “After the child is born, you will nurse it for three months. Then the child will be taken to Italy to be raised by my family.”Anna stared at him, completely bewildered. “I… I can’t marry you, Boss.”“You don’t have a choice.”“We can’t get married,” Anna said, shaking her head. “It doesn’t make sense—we don’t even love each other.”Vincenzo leaned forward, his c

The old woman’s words hit Anna like a physical blow. A sharp, searing ache shot through her chest, so intense it stole her breath. Her vision wavered, and everything around her blurred. She froze, her heartbeat pounding so hard it felt impossible to steady. She tried to make sense of the words, but her mind refused to accept them. Shaking her head, she stared at the old woman, and a strangled, choked laugh escaped her lips. “No,” Anna whispered, the word escaping as a desperate puff of air. “No… you must be mistaken. You have the wrong person. My grandmother isn’t dead.” She straightened slightly, a fragile, heartbroken smile trembling on her lips. “My grandma is inside… and I’m going to prove it to you.” “She’s not—” Anna spun back toward her grandmother’s apartment door, ignoring the old woman. “Grandma!” She began knocking again, this time frantically. “Grandma! It’s me! Your baby is here! Please, open up! Please!” Vincenzo pulled the cigarette from his mouth, thr

Vincenzo’s words hit Anna hard. She stared at him, mouth slightly open, but no sound came.A heavy, painful sob caught in her throat, choking her. Her chest rose and fell in silent, ragged heaves.“She’s gone,” Vincenzo continued. “No amount of tears will change that. Do you really think your grandmother would want this? To see you crying like this and making yourself sick over her?”Anna’s head dropped, as if the strings holding it up had been cut.A broken, guttural wail escaped her, raw and loud enough to make the leaves on the nearby trees shake.She cried with every fiber of her being, her fists clenching handfuls of dry grass and dirt.Vincenzo watched her for a long moment, then exhaled a slow, weary breath. He turned and walked to a weathered wooden bench just across from Anna’s mother’s grave.He sat on it, the old wood groaning under his weight.Reaching into the left side of his jacket, Vincenzo pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a silver lighter. Opening the pack, he t