《The Lord Of Chaos: A Forced Marriage》全部章節：第 201 章 - 第 210 章

Antonella stepped back instinctively, like someone trying to keep a safe distance from a threat she recognized but pretended not to fear.“I came to speak with Miss Whitmore,” Antonella replied, keeping her posture firm, though her tone betrayed the effort to sound composed. “We’ve had a few misunderstandings, and I thought it wise to clarify things in person before they become…”“Misunderstandings?” Tommaso interrupted, a cryptic smile curving his lips as he moved closer, unhurried. “Attempted murder, Antonella, doesn’t quite fall into that category.”“I didn’t try—”Before Antonella could finish, Tommaso closed the distance between them and seized her by the throat, his fingers tight against her delicate skin.Antonella’s eyes widened as the air fled her lungs, and she tried in vain to pry his hand away.“Let go,” Antonella whispered, her voice hoarse under the pressure he applied, feeling his fingers tighten even more around her neck, as if her plea were merely an incentive to inte

Vittoria did not answer at once, and her fork moved across the plate as though the food were merely an excuse to avoid what truly mattered.“You’ll be safe, bella,” Vincenzo said, as if trying to justify his absence. “I hired security, and Edward—”“I’m not worried about my safety, Vincenzo,” Vittoria cut in, letting the fork fall against the plate with force. “What torments me is knowing that yours may not be.”“It’s not my safety you should be worried about, Vittoria,” he replied without looking away. “It’s what I might do if someone tries to take me away from you.”“Vincenzo, you’re not one of them!” she shot back, her voice trembling between anger and desperation. “You want to make me suffer? Then grab that knife and cut your throat right now!” she finished, rising abruptly, her eyes shining with tears as she fought to keep them from falling.Vincenzo exhaled sharply, signaled the waiter with impatience, and paid the bill in a dry, automatic gesture.Without a word, he strode towa

Her eyes met his with an almost irritating calm, and the smile that curved her lips was as subtle as it was provocative—a calculated expression that made it clear, without words, who was setting the rules in that moment.“Bon après-midi, Don Lucchese,” the woman replied, her faint French accent wrapped in a calm, almost delicate tone, as if the arrest were merely a reunion between old acquaintances. “It’s been a long time.”The smile remained far too polite to be sincere, and her attentive gaze examined each of his reactions as though collecting fragments of control to use later.“Good afternoon?” Vincenzo repeated, while the officer settled behind the wheel. “Only for you, Élodie,” he added, his voice low, steady, and edged with restrained irony.“Mrs. Renault to you,” Élodie corrected, lifting her chin before instructing the officer to drive. “Do you truly believe, Don Lucchese, that you can open this farce whenever you please and close it without paying a price?”“With all due resp

Vincenzo kept his gaze fixed on her, his eyes marked by a provoking calm, while she sat down in front of him, consumed by indignation she could barely contain, unable to understand the purpose of that absurd performance.“What do you think is going to happen now, Seraphina?” Vincenzo asked, his voice far too serene for the chaos surrounding him. “At this very moment, all of Sicily is probably talking about my arrest. Every Don, every bastard who profits from innocent blood, is waiting to see how this ends.”He leaned forward slightly, irritation surfacing in every gesture, tense muscles betraying the effort to contain what he truly felt as he considered how everything seemed to spiral beyond his control, as if each choice only further complicated the surrounding landscape.“And if there is no formal charge, if I’m released without justification, it will confirm that I’m cooperating with authorities,” he added, his tone firm and controlled, sustaining a faint smile that masked any trac

Seraphina looked at him and slowly shook her head, disbelief clear in her expression as her eyes weighed every word, as if calculating the true cost of that order.“As you wish, Mr. Lucchese,” she agreed, her tone professional but resigned, fully aware that arguing would be pointless. “At least Mrs. Renault was foolish enough to make my job easier.”Like Vincenzo, she understood that Élodie’s eagerness to assert power had driven her into reckless action, mistaking authority for ego and leaving behind a trail of errors that revealed more vanity than strategy.Enough breaches for anyone with the right amount of cold calculation to turn her ambition into the very weapon that would ruin her.“Vincenzo, the council called an emergency meeting as soon as they heard about your arrest,” Tommaso informed him, eyes fixed on the road, his voice controlled but heavy with gravity, as if he knew the real problem was only beginning now.Vincenzo let out a short laugh, the kind born more from exhaust