All Chapters of The Lord Of Chaos: A Forced Marriage: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alfonso’s irritation was palpable, evident in the quickened rhythm of his breath, his chest heaving with force, his jaw clenched so tightly it seemed ready to crack under the strain of his restraint.“What are you doing here, Fabrizio?” Alfonso demanded through gritted teeth, his voice thick with anger, his eyes narrowing sharply.“Looking after my family's interests,” Fabrizio replied, stepping closer to the bed, each move deliberate and purposeful. “How are you, Signora Lucchese?” he asked, offering a polite smile. “Fabrizio Lucchese, I'm cousin…”“I know who you are,” Vittoria cut in, her voice faint but resolute. “What are you doing here?”“Protecting my cousin’s interests,” Fabrizio said, his gaze steady on her. “Vincenzo had to leave urgently,” he added, shifting his eyes to Alfonso, watching every reaction closely. “And considering you’re now a…”“A De Angelis,” Alfonso interrupted, his voice sharp, brimming with unquestionable authority. “That’s the blood running through her v

Tommaso forced a tight smile, trying to mask his unease as his fingers fidgeted across the phone screen.“Tell me what’s going on, Tommaso. Don’t you dare hide anything from me,” Vincenzo ordered, his voice sharp, impatience burning in every line of his face.Vincenzo stood again, this time with more controlled movements.He braced himself against the bed’s edge to keep his balance, forcing his body to adapt despite the weakness still gnawing at him.“Vittoria,” Tommaso muttered, extending the phone toward his cousin, his expression taut.The moment Vincenzo’s eyes landed on the photo, his jaw clenched so tightly it seemed every muscle in his face reacted to the blow.Tension rippled through his body in silent waves, his fingers gripping the phone so tightly that it was as if he wanted to shatter the image with his bare hands.“Where’s my stuff?” he demanded, anger clear in his tone as he referred to his belongings.“What are you planning?” Tommaso asked, eyes locked on him, watching

Vincenzo’s smile unfurled at her words, slow and almost lazy, spreading from his lips to his eyes with a razor-sharp confidence.There was something insolent in that gesture, something that provoked and commanded all at once.It was the kind of smile that set Vittoria’s blood ablaze—not just with anger. Because, as much as she loathed to admit it, that damned smile pulled her in.It infuriated her with its arrogance, its certainty, the way it read her and prodded her, knowing exactly how to strike without even lifting a finger.“Hate?” Vincenzo questioned, his hands gripping her waist firmly, drawing her closer until no space remained between them. “Interesting,” he drawled, unhurried, as if savoring the taunt. “Let’s see what your body has to say about all that hate.”Without waiting for her reaction, his hands roamed her body with a bold, teasing touch, as if he knew every curve with the intimacy of someone who’d claimed her before yet still craved her like it was the first time.His

Vittoria let out an exasperated sigh, turning her face away, desperate to escape the damnable pull that Vincenzo radiated.Her lips pressed into a thin line, her steps heavy, almost dragging, as if every movement beside him was a personal defeat.“I should’ve pulled the trigger,” she whispered, a dark smile playing on her lips, as if savoring the memory of a missed chance.“A chance you won’t get again,” Vincenzo shot back, a slow, sinful smile curling his lips. “Because, let’s be honest, bella, you’d rather feel the fire I ignite in every damn inch of your body than the pain of imagining me dead.”Vincenzo released her fingers with deliberate ease, as if relishing the taunt before it even landed.His hand slid along her side, warm, firm, tracing a path as if carving his name into her skin.“Don’t touch me,” Vittoria snapped, her tone sharp, as if every curve of her body screamed that he no longer had permission to cross that line.But of course, he didn’t listen.His hand drifted low

A harsh laugh burst from Vincenzo’s lips as if he’d just heard a joke in spectacularly poor taste.“I’m not kidding, Vincenzo,” Tommaso said, his voice cautious, aware he was treading on a wire ready to snap. “In less than seventy-two hours of marriage, you let your guard down and nearly ended up dead. That’s not just reckless—it’s an invitation to disaster.”“There’s no divorce in the mafia, Tommaso,” Vincenzo replied, sidestepping the truth of the words, though he knew they hit home. “You know that rule better than I do.”“It’s exactly because I know the rules that I’m pressing you,” Tommaso countered, his tone firm. “This pact, kept secret until now, gives you a legitimate way to annul the marriage. It’s up to you, Vincenzo.”“Things stay exactly as they are,” Vincenzo said, showing no hint of granting Vittoria her freedom as if the thought had never crossed his mind.“I swear, Vincenzo, the day you die, I’ll spit on your coffin, have a plaque made that says, ‘You Had It Coming,’ a