บททั้งหมดของ The Lord Of Chaos: A Forced Marriage: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Vincenzo stood frozen before the door, his hand still pressed against the wood, then let out a low, almost inaudible chuckle.“You’ve got nerve, bella,” he declared, his deep voice resonating with a steely edge, each word betraying how her defiance, far from pushing him away, only stoked his fire. “But don’t fool yourself—every slight comes with a price, and yours will be steep.”Without waiting for another jab from her, Vincenzo turned away, his steady steps echoing down the corridor to the neighboring bedroom.Inside, every move he made as he undressed carried the weight of his frustration: his gestures were sharp, his breathing uneven, and the silence only amplified the tension gnawing at him.He clenched his fists, irritated not just with Vittoria but with himself, knowing he couldn’t hold her to account—not when the root of her distance, her fury, and her scorn lay squarely in his choices.Vincenzo collapsed onto the bed, his weight sinking into the mattress, which felt impossibl

Seraphina complied without a word, her steps poised and graceful as she moved toward the door, though the weight of Vincenzo’s words still seemed to press down on her shoulders.As she opened it, she found Tommaso leaning casually against the wall, as if he’d been waiting for her, his face etched with the same irritation that mirrored Vincenzo’s tension.“Come with me,” Tommaso ordered, already striding down the corridor with purposeful steps, not bothering to wait for a reply.Seraphina lifted her chin and followed, her heels clicking against the floor in sharp contrast to Tommaso’s firm, resolute strides.The corridor was grand and imposing, its walls lined with old family portraits interspersed with symbols that carried both tradition and menace.Every soldier they passed flicked their eyes up briefly—some masking curiosity, others openly showing disdain at the sight of a woman in a space dominated by men.Tommaso offered no explanations, moving with the assurance of someone who kn

Bianca watched her for a few seconds, her mischievous smile fading into a softer, more concerned expression.“Are you okay?” she asked, matching Vittoria’s pace and studying her closely, as if trying to read every silent gesture.“No,” Vittoria admitted, her gaze fixed ahead as she stepped out of the pharmacy, unable to meet her friend’s eyes. “Now that the test is in my hands, the fear’s gripping me tighter. Dio mio, what have I done?”The cool street air offered no relief, feeling instead heavy and oppressive, harder to bear with each passing moment.Vittoria kept her eyes locked forward, her body rigid, and with every step, her legs felt less steady, as if the ground might give way beneath her.Her heart raced in an erratic rhythm, too fast for a simple walk, and the fear that had been a suffocating thought moments ago surged like an invisible wave, squeezing her chest with merciless force.She tried to draw a breath, but it came shallow and jagged, as if her lungs had no room left

Vincenzo gazed at the woman before him, and for a moment, the entire world seemed to shrink to just the sight of her.The red dress hugged her curves with flawless elegance, its daring slit up her left thigh adding an irresistible sensuality.Her wavy ponytail framed her face, accentuating the delicate beauty of her features, and her subtle makeup made her eyes gleam as if they held secrets capable of mesmerizing him.To Vincenzo, Vittoria wasn’t merely beautiful—she was the perfect fusion of desire and divinity, the most sublime vision a man could behold.“You have no idea what you do to me. Every time I look at you, the whole world dims because nothing can compete with you.”Vittoria smiled instinctively, as she always did at his compliments, her heart warmed by the sweetness of his words.“Thank you,” she replied curtly, her gaze shifting away as the memory of her frustration resurfaced. “I’ll be in the living room, waiting for you.”“Vittoria, wait,” he said sharply, his voice dee

Before Vittoria could react, the officiant announced the newlyweds’ entrance, and everyone rose instantly, clapping as the couple crossed the hall under the watchful eyes of the guests.Antonella glided forward, arms linked with Fabrizio’s, her triumphant smile glued to her face, determined not to let the interloper steal her spotlight and already certain that, eventually, she’d find a way to teach her a lesson.“I’ll rip that woman out of our way, Fabrizio,” Antonella whispered, her gaze fixed on Seraphina, now aware of her identity. “And when I’m done with her, I’ll make that bastard Vincenzo realize that daring to challenge me was the biggest mistake of his life.”“As you wish, Antonella,” Fabrizio replied softly, his expression unchanged but his eyes mirroring the coldness of her words. “Just tell me when, and I’ll ensure nothing stands in your way.”“I always knew together we’d be unstoppable,” Antonella declared, her smile twisting with pure malice. “And when the time comes, the