All Chapters of The Lord Of Chaos: A Forced Marriage: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Tommaso walked toward the interrogation room, his steps echoing with steady force down the hallway, the capo following close behind.When he pushed the door open, the room greeted them with a sharp crack. A lone bulb hung from the ceiling, swaying back and forth, throwing twisted shadows across the walls, as if it already sensed the violence about to unfold.Tommaso entered first, his footsteps reverberating through the stillness while his gaze locked onto the two men chained to their chairs, seated side by side, waiting for the inevitable.“You know why you’re here,” Tommaso stated, hearing the door snap shut behind him. “And you know we won’t repeat the questions.” He added the words as he stepped to the counter and dropped the folder onto it with a dry, unforgiving thud.The two men didn’t answer. They remained rigid, with the calculated stillness of those who knew exactly what awaited them and preferred the suffocating silence over showing even a hint of weakness.Tommaso began to

The receptionist shifted her gaze to Seraphina, lingering on her in a silent assessment, the kind that passed judgment without the need for a single word.“Currently, visits aren’t permitted,” the receptionist explained, keeping her tone strictly professional. “Both patients are still undergoing medical evaluation and are awaiting test results. By protocol, patients in this condition cannot receive visitors. Only once they are transferred to the observation area will authorized family members be allowed in, during designated hours.”“I appreciate your attention, signorina,” Fabrizio said, each word infused with calculated charm. “It’s reassuring to know they’re in capable hands, with such dedicated professionals taking care of them.”Completely taken in by Fabrizio’s charm, the receptionist let out a soft laugh and adjusted the badge on her chest with an unnecessary gesture, as if eager to draw attention to her name.Beside her, Seraphina released an impatient sigh and rolled her eyes

In the other wing of the hospital, Vincenzo remained seated, his shoulder throbbing with a constant ache—an unrelenting reminder of the accident.Even so, he barely registered his pain. His mind drifted elsewhere, locked onto the image of Vittoria being taken away for tests, out of his reach.“Cazzo,” Vincenzo muttered, his jaw clenched tight, as if the memory of the terror in Vittoria’s eyes at the moment of the attack were still carved into his mind. “What the hell am I doing?” he went on, his voice restrained yet heavy with a guilt that gnawed at him from the inside.Not even the understanding that entering the mafia had been the only way to keep Vittoria by his side was enough to calm him.“It would’ve been easier to kidnap her,” he murmured harshly, the worry eating at him as he acknowledged how deeply his choice had left her exposed.All her life—even growing up around that world—Vittoria had never truly been in danger. Yet it had taken only a few months at his side for her to f

Vittoria opened her eyes slowly, but before she could form any reaction, Vincenzo had already leaned in gently and claimed her lips in a soft, tender kiss, as if that simple gesture were the purest translation of everything he felt.“How are you?” Vincenzo whispered, placing a delicate kiss on her forehead, as though wrapping her in care and protection.“I’m fine,” Vittoria replied softly, shifting to sit more comfortably as she rested her back against the pillow. “And you—how are you?”“Fine,” he answered, his voice low but steady. “You did an excellent job with my shoulder,” he added, a faint smile slipping through. “I’ll be back to one hundred percent soon, and that’s thanks to you.”“Vince,” Vittoria began, her voice quiet and hesitant, almost a whisper, afraid of being drowned out by her own racing heart. “Can we move to another country?” she asked again, keeping her gaze locked on his, as if pleading for an answer that would wrap her in safety.There was something in her tone th

Tommaso didn’t argue, because part of him recognized the truth. After all, no matter how aware Vincenzo had been of Vittoria’s prior commitment, it was only when he read the official announcement of her wedding to Enzo that he decided to return to Savoca and claim that place.“I know—it sounds selfish,” Vincenzo went on, his voice dropping to little more than a murmur. “But what’s the point of sacrificing the most important person in my life—the one who gives me meaning—just to save faces I’ve never seen and names that mean nothing to me?”“Don, there’s no selfishness in wanting to protect the one you love,” Tommaso said, his voice firm but not harsh. “If I were in your place, I’d do the same. There’s no cause greater than preserving the one person capable of giving meaning to our existence.”Vincenzo looked at him in silence, surprised to see Tommaso, for the first time, shed the cold armor he always wore, revealing something unmistakably human beneath it.“But fulfilling the purpose