All Chapters of The Lord Of Chaos: A Forced Marriage: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ignoring the protests behind him, Vincenzo yanked the door open with a sharp motion, irritation boiling beneath his skin, consuming every fiber of his being.He felt every gaze boring in his back but didn’t care.In that moment, his mind was fixed on one person alone: Vittoria, who dared to start the day testing the patience and goodwill of a man who offered neither.In the room, chaos erupted unchecked, voices overlapping in rising indignation and tension.“Calm down!” Giovanni roared, his firm voice cutting through the uproar as soldiers appeared, positioning themselves strategically by the door, a reminder that control could be restored by force if needed.“Don’t ask me for calm, Giovanni, not after that figlio di puttana walked out threatening my daughter!” Alfonso shot back, rage spilling from every syllable, his face consumed by hatred. “I demand permission to end—”“A threat is not a crime,” Giovanni interrupted, his voice a sharp slice through the air. “No blood has been spill

Vittoria pressed the gun harder against his forehead, as if it could silence the pain erupting inside her.His confession wasn’t just words; it was a blade piercing her chest, reopening wounds she’d fought to keep scarred over.Her lips trembled before she clamped them shut, desperately stifling a sob. She bit down hard, choking back the cry threatening to escape.“What do you plan to do with that information?” Vincenzo asked, attuned to every nuance of her reaction, as if he could read her thoughts just by watching her eyes waver for a moment.Then, in a swift motion, he pushed the gun away from his forehead and pinned her against the car, his body pressing against hers with unyielding control.His gaze locked onto hers for an instant—intense, dangerous, inescapable.Before any protest could escape her lips, he claimed them in a deep, possessive kiss that demanded no permission.It was force and desire fused, a silent assault that stole her breath and dismantled her defenses.And tho

For a moment, Vincenzo’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, his fists tightening with force.Rage surged, corrosive, burning within, as the gun’s barrel remained pressed firmly against his chin.“One wrong breath, Lucchese,” Giuliano growled, his voice low, heavy with barely restrained hatred. “And I’ll splatter your brains across this damn corridor.”“You’ve got exactly three seconds to decide if you’re pulling that fucking trigger…”“Shut your mouth,” Giuliano cut him off, pressing the gun harder, forcing Vincenzo’s jaw upward. “Don’t even try playing this game with me, you figlio di puttana.”“Lower that shit,” Vincenzo ordered through gritted teeth, his voice steady and laced with menace.“She almost died!” Giuliano shouted, his voice raw with a mix of pain, desperation, and fury. “And if she dies, I swear, Vincenzo, you’re going down with her.”“You think you can manage that, Giuliano?” Vincenzo challenged, pressing his chin harder against the barrel. “Then do me the favor, pull th

The doctor merely nodded, staying a step ahead as he led Vincenzo through the corridors.The automatic glass doors slid open with a sharp hum, signaling their entry into the restricted area.With each step, Vincenzo felt his heartbeat quicken, the weight of anxiety mirrored in his ragged breaths.The doctor halted before a double door, its frosted glass panel adorned with a stark red sign, its letters clear and commanding: *Restricted Access — Gowning Area*.“You’ll need to gown up,” the doctor instructed, his tone brisk and professional, gesturing toward the space designated for biosafety protocols. “Access to the respiratory ICU is only permitted after following the barrier protocol.”The directive was no surprise to Vincenzo. He knew every procedure, every requirement, every step by heart.Without hesitation, he entered the gowning room and adhered meticulously to the safety protocols: he scrubbed his hands, donned the disposable gown, secured the cap, mask, gloves, and shoe covers

For a moment, Vincenzo’s expression darkened, unease etching every line of his face with a rigidity impossible to conceal.“Why the interest?” he asked, recognizing the voice on the other end as he stepped away discreetly, as if instinctively aware that this conversation was not for others’ ears.“I want answers,” the voice snapped, sharp and unyielding, carrying a weight that felt less like a request and more like a demand. “And believe me, what I’ve been hearing hasn’t exactly put me at ease.”“I don’t care what you’ve heard,” Vincenzo shot back, his voice lower than usual. “I made it clear—don’t call me.”“It doesn’t work that way…”“I know exactly how things work,” Vincenzo interrupted, stopping in front of the window, his jaw clenched. “And in case you've forgotten, it wasn't part of the deal for you to screw me over in the process.” He fired back, his voice low, precise, and cutting. “Don't call me again.” He paused, letting each word hang heavy in the air. “Wait for my call.” H