All Chapters of The Lord Of Chaos: A Forced Marriage: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Fabrizio stifled a laugh because, ironically, while they were talking about her, Vittoria was probably in the arms of another man.“Well, it's not like I'm trying to kill Vincenzo,” Fabrizio replied, his voice low and laden with irony.On the other end of the line, the silence lingered, thick and disturbing, as if every breath had been held at once.“If you're not doing it, then you're wrong,” the man retorted, his voice exploding with monstrous rage as he lunged forward as if he could cross the line and take Fabrizio's life by the hand. “Who was the maledetto who attempted to take my woman's life?”“I am convinced that the first attempt came from Antonella,” Fabrizio replied, keeping his tone controlled.“I want you to teach that bitch an exemplary lesson.” The man ordered, each word cutting through the air. “If she tries anything against Vittoria again, show her the price, Fabrizio.”“As you wish, sir,” Fabrizio murmured, aware that in that position, there was no alternative but to

Vincenzo watched her for a moment, his gaze resting on the gentle movement of Vittoria's lips as she spoke.There was something about her serenity that completely disarmed him, as if every word she uttered was an invisible patch, sewing up what the day had torn inside him.“My chaos, your calm,” Vincenzo repeated in a hoarse whisper, letting a discreet smile escape. “It seems like a dangerous mix, bella.”“Maybe it is,” Vittoria admitted, her gaze playing with his and a light, affectionate sparkle dancing in her eyes. “But that's undoubtedly why it works,” she added, picking up a piece of still-warm bread and gently bringing it to his lips. “Do you know what I want most?” she asked, watching the smile form on Vincenzo's lips after he bit into the piece of bread she had offered him. “For our son to grow up in a world where you smile like that every day, because that smile, Vincenzo, is the most beautiful place that ever existed to call home.”“Then I'll smile,” he assured her, bringing

Meanwhile, in Savoca, Tommaso strode through the main hallway of headquarters with firm steps, the stress evident in every line of his face and his gaze heavy with irritation that grew with every movement.As soon as he approached Seraphina's office door, Tommaso pushed it open without knocking, with a firm and impatient gesture, intense enough to make her look up from the stack of papers she was reviewing.Seraphina's expression remained serene, contrasting almost provocatively with the restrained anger spreading across his face.“Don't you know how to knock?” Seraphina asked, her voice calm, almost distracted, as she turned her attention back to the papers in front of her, as if Tommaso's stormy entrance were only a minor annoyance in the face of more important matters.“Don't fuck with me, Seraphina,” Tommaso retorted, his voice harsh and laden with fury, abandoning any trace of the formality he usually maintained with her. “Do you think I'm an idiot?” he asked, approaching the tab

Bianca took a deep breath as she watched Giuliano sleeping face down, his hair messy and the sheet slipping dangerously down his waist, revealing more than she wanted or should see.“Please be dressed,” Bianca murmured, holding the sheet cautiously as she lifted it just enough to peek.However, before she could even calm down, Giuliano suddenly turned over, and the sheet slipped with the movement, revealing much more than Bianca intended to see that morning.“Dio mio!” Bianca yelled, her face burning, instinctively backing away until she lost her balance and fell off the bed, landing on the floor.The sound of the impact woke Giuliano, still confused, his eyes half-closed and his hair even more disheveled.“Do you always wake up screaming, or am I a special case?” Giuliano asked with a lazy smile as he tried to understand the surrounding chaos.“A nightmare,” Bianca replied, still on the floor, trying to regain her dignity. “That's what just happened. A nightmare with a name, a surnam

For a moment, the silence hung heavily, while on the other end of the line, Bianca took a deep breath, and the muffled sound of sobs still filled the space between them.“Thank you for listening to me,” Bianca murmured, finally breaking the silence, her voice weak but sincere. “And for not judging me, even when I deserved it.”“Actually, I haven't quite gotten around to judging you yet,” Vittoria replied with a half-smile. “Give me a few hours, and maybe I'll condemn you.”“I love you, Vi,” Bianca declared in a sweet voice, like a sigh of gratitude after the chaos.“I love you too, crazy girl,” Vittoria replied, her voice soft, full of affection and complicity.When the call ended, Vittoria placed her cell phone on the dresser and let out a long sigh, feeling the weight of the confession mixed with the confusion that lingered in her head.After spending a long time taking care of her personal hygiene, she left the suite and went straight to the kitchen.“Let me do that,” Vittoria decl