All Chapters of The Lord Of Chaos: A Forced Marriage: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Three days later, the bond between them had grown even deeper, strengthened by every shared moment.Vincenzo kept showing Vittoria the city, like he was opening the doors to his world, guiding her through streets steeped in memories, hidden coffee shops, and places that revealed pieces of his past.Monday arrived with a quiet weight, as if time itself was heralding the start of something inevitable.“How are you holding up?” Vittoria asked, slipping her arms around his waist in a gentle, intimate gesture.“I’m good,” Vincenzo replied, letting the simplicity of his words mask the intensity of what he truly felt. “Are you going to be okay?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before stepping back.“Yeah,” she said, her soft smile lighting up her face. “I’m going to whip up a delicious lunch, just the way you like it.”“Can’t wait,” he said, stepping closer again and pulling her by the waist. “Call me if you need anything,” he added, brushing her cheek tenderly. “Ti amo, bel

In the days that followed, the rhythm in Savoca held steady. Fabrizio took charge of the family’s interests with unwavering resolve, making every decision with precision and keeping a sharp eye out for any hint of trouble.At the same time, he kept Vincenzo in the loop on any shift that might affect their business, a calculated move to bolster his image of loyalty and prove he could be trusted.He doubled down on caution, limiting his contacts to only trusted associates and family, steering clear of any outsiders who might raise suspicions about his intentions, especially if he was indeed being watched.In Bath, life settled into a firm routine. For every checkup or chemo session, Vincenzo was there, always attentive and ready, using small tricks to make the process easier and less painful for Lily.When he wasn’t at the hospital, he poured himself into Vittoria, exploring the city with her and taking trips to nearby towns, as if they were truly living out a honeymoon.When Lily’s che

The office took on a rare lightness as soft laughter rippled through the air, breaking the usual stiffness and replacing the weight of recent days with a moment of genuine ease.“Does Vittoria know?” Edward asked, narrowing his eyes with curiosity as he watched Vincenzo close the laptop.“She knows there was someone before her,” Vincenzo replied, standing up smoothly. “But not that it got as far as an engagement.” He added, calmly removing his white coat. “Our relationship has always been complicated, less about the past and more about the intensity of the present.”“I see,” Edward said, tilting his head slightly as he studied him.“That’s about it,” Vincenzo murmured, letting out a heavy sigh. “It was nice to feel a bit of normalcy for a few days.” He looked at his friend with a tired half-smile.“You miss it, don’t you?” Edward asked, standing as well, his gaze fixed on Vincenzo as if he already knew the answer.“Every day,” Vincenzo admitted without hesitation, his voice raw with h

Vittoria rested her head on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the still-racing pulse of his heart beneath her cheek.Her fingers traced slow, lazy patterns over his taut muscles, a tender caress that wrapped them in a quiet intimacy.Vincenzo’s heat enveloped her completely, and the low, uneven rhythm of his breaths blended with hers, weaving a sensory harmony where exhaustion felt sweet and the echo of pleasure still hummed through their entwined bodies.“Can we stay a few more days?” Vittoria whispered, her voice soft, almost pleading.Deep down, she dreaded returning to the reality that had suffocated her for so long; she longed to linger in the sanctuary of his arms, where everything felt simple, free, and safe.“We can’t,” Vincenzo replied, his fingers gliding gently along the curve of her back. “Tomorrow, we’ve got a wedding to attend.”She propped herself up on the bed, her elbow sinking into the soft mattress as she looked at him with surprise.“A wedding?” Vittori

Vincenzo let a sly, restrained smile tug at the corner of his mouth as he felt her fingers tighten around his, each squeeze bolder than the last, as if she were intent on branding her claim into his very skin.There was something almost thrilling in her gesture, because he knew every side of Vittoria—her fierce jealousy, yes, but even more her commanding presence when that side of her surfaced.The firm grip on his fingers wasn’t just a show of possession; it was a quiet declaration of power.And the way she claimed him, the way she provoked him, stirred a dangerous spark of excitement deep within, a potent reminder that even in her fury, she could dominate him like no one else ever could.“Signor Harrington,” Seraphina greeted, her smile understated as she dipped her head slightly. “I trust the journey from Bath was fruitful?” she added, her gaze drifting slowly to Vittoria, her tone just soft enough to skirt offense but laced with the subtle edge of a calculated jab.“Vincenzo, is t