The Lord Of Chaos: A Forced Marriage のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

As Fabrizio crossed the threshold, Vincenzo’s gaze locked onto him with the precision of someone silently sizing up an opponent, turning the room into a battlefield of restrained tension.“What are you doing here, Fabrizio?” Vincenzo asked, his voice laced with irony. “Shouldn’t you be on your honeymoon right now?”“You know that marriage was just business, Don,” Fabrizio replied, his calm tone sidestepping the provocation. “Besides, the men told me you were here. What exactly are you doing in this place so early?”“Just tying up some loose ends,” Vincenzo shot back, offering no concrete details.“By the way, Fabrizio,” Tommaso interjected, his voice steady but pointed, “the documents from the last shipment are still waiting for your signature.”“I’m well aware of my duties, Tommaso,” Fabrizio retorted, narrowing his eyes. “But there’s something that demands the Don’s attention. I have reason to believe there’s a traitor among us. Recent moves don’t add up unless someone’s leaking inf

Vittoria and Bianca exchanged incredulous glances, unable to mask their surprise at Seraphina’s audacity.“Here comes the new employee, ready to fix everything,” Bianca teased, her mocking smile dripping with irony. “But from what I heard, you were more likely to faint than fight back.”A soft chuckle escaped Vittoria, quickly hidden as she brought her coffee cup to her lips, making her attempt to stay composed.“Well, know that it was this ‘ready-to-faint’ girl who stopped Antonella from turning your friend’s throat into a new necklace,” Seraphina shot back, offense pulsing in her voice, though her raised chin maintained an air of triumph. “If it weren’t for me, you’d be mourning the De Angelis family princess right now.”“Don’t try to spin this into some heroic act,” Vittoria retorted, her voice steady and controlled. “You just reacted on instinct.”“Instinct or not, I saved your life,” Seraphina countered, a defiant smile spreading across her face. “So maybe a ‘thank you’ wouldn’t

Tommaso’s body stayed taut, shielding Seraphina with unwavering resolve, his eyes scanning the glinting shards scattered across the floor for any hint of enemy movement.Her heart pounded wildly, her shallow breaths betraying her terror as she crouched against the wall, obeying his command.Hands clamped over her ears, she shrank further, so close she was practically tucked between Tommaso’s legs.Another burst of gunfire erupted, toppling mannequins like clumsy practice targets, some shattering with sharp cracks as they hit the floor.“Shit,” Tommaso muttered, his gaze sweeping the room for an exit or any edge. “To the counter, now!” he ordered, gesturing with his gun, his voice steady and absolute, pointing to where the saleswomen cowered.Seraphina complied, her body trembling, crawling low across the floor, her knees burning as they scraped the cold tiles, her ragged breaths revealing the fear gripping her.Still, she made her way to the counter, staying low, exactly as Tommaso ha

Vincenzo nearly let surprise flicker across his face at Fabrizio’s proposal, but he reined it in and glanced at Tommaso, who looked just as stunned.“Do it,” Vincenzo ordered, fixing his cousin with the steely resolve that defined every decision he made.“I'll do that,” Fabrizio replied, already moving toward the door, but he stopped and turned back to Vincenzo, fixing him with a steady gaze. “Don, you are fully aware that this decision could trigger a war, aren't you?”“We’re already at war, Fabrizio,” Vincenzo shot back, his gaze unrelenting. “A silent war where we’re the only ones taking hits.” His voice carried unshakable conviction. “Striking back isn’t a choice—it’s the next move.”Fabrizio gave a silent nod and left without another word, his steps echoing firmly against the floor.As he flung the door open and exited, the tension in his shoulders and the barely contained intensity in his eyes betrayed a seething rage, as if he carried an unstoppable urge to tear through anythin

Antonella’s face was a map of fresh bruises, her skin laced with cuts that screamed at the violence she’d endured, yet even battered, she kept her chin high, refusing to crumble under the weight of her humiliation.“Was this necessary?” Vincenzo asked, irritation flashing across his face at the spectacle his cousin had staged. “Get her out of here.” He turned away from the scene, scanning the crowd for Tommaso.“As you wish, Don,” Fabrizio replied without protest, hauling Antonella up by the arm with the same brutality.He gave her no chance to fight back, dragging her down the corridor toward the rooms reserved for interrogations and worse.“Tommaso,” Vincenzo said evenly once his cousin approached. “I want someone reliable to escort Seraphina back to the hotel.”“And her?” Tommaso asked, nodding toward Vittoria.Vincenzo followed the gesture and fixed his gaze on her.The moment she felt his eyes, Vittoria spun on her heel and started down the corridor, as if nothing had happened an