All Chapters of The Lord Of Chaos: A Forced Marriage: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

A low laugh slipped from Vincenzo’s lips, and in just a few steps he was behind her, his hands circling her waist as he pulled her back against his chest with a force that stole her breath.“Go ahead and lose control, bella,” Vincenzo whispered, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her shoulder. “I don’t mind at all. In fact, I love it when you do.”Vittoria closed her eyes, his body igniting an instant flame inside her—an insatiable desire that always felt endless, as if she were doomed to want him more every time.'Damn body, always betraying me,' Vittoria thought, biting her lip in silent surrender, turning to him with a knowing smile that betrayed how lost she already was in that fire. “Hey, what's that?” she asked, sliding her fingers across the corner of his lip. “Looks like I got a little too excited.” She added, laughing softly when she noticed the slight bruise.Vincenzo shot a brief look at the mirror, noticing the subtle mark darkening at the edge of his lip.“Oh, you definit

The car remained tilted in the stream, icy water crashing against the dented frame and slowly seeping into the cabin through the crushed floor.The engine gave off muffled clicks, blending with the steady rush of the current as the vehicle drifted along the shallow water, groaning with every shift.Vittoria regained consciousness little by little. Her eyes fluttered open, blurred and stinging from the blood running down her face, mixing with the murky water already rising around her legs.Her body trembled, her breaths coming short and ragged, but instinct forced her to turn her head, searching for Vincenzo.He was slumped beside her, motionless, his head hanging against the steering wheel as thin streams of blood dripped steadily onto it.“Vincenzo…” Vittoria whispered, barely audible, her trembling hand reaching out until it brushed his shoulder.Panic surged when he didn’t respond; she shook him repeatedly, her voice cracking in desperate pleas, but Vincenzo remained limp, his body

Vincenzo kept his eyes closed for a moment, absorbing her kiss and her words as if drawing strength from them.“Go, bella,” he murmured, opening his eyes and locking his gaze onto hers—steady despite the pain. “Climb now.”Vittoria let out a shaky sob but forced herself to move, pushing her body upward as she braced her hands against the seats.Her fingers gripped the edges of the roof, and with effort, she managed to slide her shoulders through the narrow opening, the rising water tugging at her legs as it rushed deeper into the vehicle.She planted her palms on the windshield and slid down to the hood, her soaked hair clinging to her face, her heart pounding as she turned back toward the car and saw Vincenzo struggling to follow.With his left shoulder still unstable and throbbing, Vincenzo avoided any pressure on that side as he pushed himself upward, positioning his body between the seats for leverage.Forcing himself to stay focused, he reached his right hand up and grabbed the e

Vittoria settled on his lap, curling into his soaked chest as if she had finally found shelter in the only safe place she had left in the world.A broken sob slipped out, and she clung to him with the desperate strength of someone who had just stumbled back from the edge of the abyss.Vincenzo pulled her close, resting his chin on the top of her head and allowing himself, for one fleeting moment, to feel the weight of relief flooding his chest.“I was so scared.” Vittoria whispered, her voice fragile, her breath still uneven and trembling.“I know.” Vincenzo answered, fully aware that—even though she had been raised inside the mafia—she had never confronted anything like this, and that truth alone only made the guilt burn deeper.Rage gnawed at him from the inside. Facing death had always been a risk he accepted the moment he chose this life, but putting her life on the line had never been part of his plans.And yet, once again, Vittoria had come within a breath of being torn from his

The silence inside the car was thick enough to feel like a third presence wedged between Fabrizio and Seraphina.With every mile toward Taormina, Fabrizio became acutely aware of her breathing—filling the confined space like a quiet provocation designed solely to test him.“Aren’t we going to stop?” Seraphina asked, her lips curling into a suggestive smile, as if teasing his patience simply for the pleasure of it.Fabrizio kept his eyes on the road, his jaw tight, as though each word she spoke was another obstacle he was being forced to endure.“Where do you suggest we stop?” he asked at last, giving in, the cold edge of his voice clashing with the heat she stirred inside him.“I already know the place,” Seraphina replied, pleased with herself as she leaned slightly closer, her eyes locked on him as if savoring a quiet victory. “It won’t take more than a few minutes.”Acting as though she owned the car, Seraphina leaned forward, and—before Fabrizio could stop her—her fingers were alre