Semua Bab The Lord Of Chaos: A Forced Marriage: Bab 191 - Bab 195

The walk continued peacefully, with the rhythmic sound of footsteps echoing on the still damp pavement, while the light morning breeze spread the scent of the surrounding trees.Vittoria still couldn't quite believe the miracle that had happened, and her distracted gaze followed the shop windows that were slowly opening, following the gentle awakening of the city.Suddenly, a colorful shop window caught her attention: tiny shoes lined up side by side, stuffed animals sleeping on shelves, and a beige jumpsuit embroidered with two small stars.Vittoria stopped instinctively, forcing Vincenzo to do the same. She let go of his hand and rested both of hers on the glass of the window, her forehead pressed against it, like a child in front of forbidden candy.“Don't tell me you're thinking of breaking into the store before it opens,” Vincenzo commented, a discreet smile appearing at the corner of his lips.“I'm not going to break into anything,” Vittoria replied, her eyes still fixed on the

Tommaso's gaze was both a dangerous invitation and a warning, a brutal contrast between duty and desire that tore him apart inside.“Are you going to keep me locked up now?” Seraphina asked, her voice low and heavy with irony, her eyes shining with carefully calculated provocation.“If it ensures you won't cause any more trouble,” Tommaso replied in a deep, hoarse voice, his words sounding like a clear warning, although his gaze betrayed how hard he was struggling not to give in.“You talk as if you know me well enough to predict what I will do,” she retorted, lifting her chin defiantly, her steady, provocative gaze holding his without hesitation.“I know enough to know that you are trouble in the form of a woman,” he replied, moving closer until his face was inches from hers. “And, unfortunately, that problem is now mine.”“I can take care of myself just fine,” she declared, her voice firm, although her body didn't move, as if something inside her wanted to stay exactly where it was.

The silence that followed the threat was heavy and sharp, like glass on the verge of cracking under a pressure no one acknowledged, yet everyone felt.Ricardo froze, eyes wide and hand trembling as he clutched the phone, while his vanity gave way to a sudden fear that completely betrayed his earlier posture.Seraphina remained calm, her entire body functioning like armor forging from control, even as her heart raced at a tempo she concealed behind a strained smile.“Lower the gun,” Seraphina asked, her voice low, sustained by a quiet authority belonging to someone who understood codes that did not need to be spoken.She stepped closer and touched the barrel of the weapon lightly, just enough to show that she trusted the boundary she was setting.Tommaso did not step back. He kept the gun steady, pressed against Ricardo’s forehead, his gaze so unyielding it seemed to freeze every particle of air around them.“Put the phone away, Mr. Bellandi,” Tommaso ordered, his voice low and razor-s