All Chapters of The Lord Of Chaos: A Forced Marriage: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

An uncomfortable silence filled the line for a few seconds as Vincenzo clenched his teeth, his facial muscles tensed, and rage rose in his throat.“You must be joking,” Vincenzo declared, his voice thick with contempt, finally breaking the silence between them. “Now tell me what you found out, because my patience is running out.”“What do you think, Lucchese?” the woman asked, with evident disdain in every syllable. “That you can dictate the rules as if you owned everything? We have an agreement, and you insist on ignoring it. Give me what I asked for, and only then will you have the information you so desire.”“Do you really think you're being clever?” he retorted, standing up abruptly, irritation etched on every feature of his face. “The information you have isn't a whim to be negotiated as if it were a bargaining chip; it's what can allow me to understand the shit that surrounds this whole story. So, hand it over now, before I lose all interest in continuing this conversation.”“Pl

Vincenzo's heart raced wildly, as if it already sensed the gravity of what was to come.He opened his mouth to ask a question, but the sound refused to come out, stuck in his throat as if his body was preventing him from hearing the truth.“She's gotten worse,” Edward continued, his voice controlled. “It started with a fever and cough, which quickly developed into pneumonia. Her body did not respond to antibiotic treatment, and now her condition is considered critical.”Vincenzo closed his eyes, a sharp pain piercing his chest as the realization of the gravity of the situation hit him with the crushing weight of an unbearable reality.“Her body is in multiple organ failure,” Edward informed him, keeping his voice steady. “We are using all available resources to stabilize her, but at this stage it is a race against time.”“I'm on my way,” Vincenzo murmured, his voice low, as if that was all he could say.He ended the call and rested his hand on the table, seeking the balance that his b

Vittoria closed her eyes for a moment, allowing the weight of those words to settle in her chest.Her connection to Lily might not have been as long or as deep as Vincenzo's, but just looking at him was enough to feel the gravity of that pain as if it were her own.“She'll be fine,” Vittoria said, her voice choked with hope, clinging to it as the only possible truth, unable to accept any other outcome.Vincenzo took a deep breath against her neck, and the tightness around her waist revealed how much he was clinging to the hope conveyed by her words.“Shall we go?” Vincenzo asked, breaking contact, even though deep down he wanted to remain in the warmth of her arms.Vittoria nodded slowly, letting her eyes linger on his face for a moment, and there she saw the same sadness and vulnerability she had witnessed when they had lost their baby.This realization made even clearer what she had sensed from the first moment she saw Vincenzo with Lily: that child was much more than a patient; she

Vincenzo's heart beat unevenly, and he pressed the back of his hand against the mask, feeling the damp fabric of his breath as his chest burned under an unbearable weight.His teary eyes remained fixed on the small body, while his heart slowly broke, unable to bear the cruel and painful reality that lay before him.With trembling hands, Vincenzo removed the mask, revealing a tense face, contorted by the effort not to break down completely.His red eyes, burning from restrained crying, glistened under the cold light of the ICU, while his breathing was heavy and irregular, as if each breath was a lost battle.“I'm sorry, princess,” Vincenzo whispered, his voice breaking, each syllable coming out heavy, as if it were taking his breath away. “I failed you. I promised to protect you, and yet I let you go.”His fingers gently brushed the girl's pale skin, as if searching for warmth that wasn't there, trying to convince himself that her absence wasn't real.“You are my little star,” he conti

Vincenzo guided Vittoria through the corridors and, as soon as they arrived at the pediatric ICU, he left her in the waiting area, entered the ward, and soon returned with the sling in his hand.“Let me do that,” Vittoria said, approaching him.“No need,” Vincenzo replied firmly, maintaining his old habit of believing that he never needed help.“Yes, you do,” Vittoria insisted firmly, taking the sling from his hands. “Raise your arm slowly.”“Are you in charge of everything now?” Vincenzo said sarcastically, but he obeyed nonetheless, raising his arm carefully.“Only when you decide to be stubborn,” Vittoria replied, gently adjusting the fabric around his shoulder. “That's better.”Vincenzo smiled slightly in gratitude and, with his right hand, took hers and guided her through the corridors.“Do you want me to call a taxi?” Vittoria asked when they reached the exit.“No need,” Vincenzo replied, gesturing toward the vehicle parked across the street.He led her to the car, let go of her