The Lord Of Chaos: A Forced Marriage의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

Vincenzo’s mocking smile, lingering on his lips, vanished without fanfare, swallowed by a sudden rigidity that seized every line of his face.His jaw clenched tight, the muscles taut as if holding back words that could never be spoken in that moment.The ironic glint that had sparkled in his eyes faded, replaced by a dark, narrowed gaze, the kind that only surfaced when the danger wasn’t immediate but calculated.“Did I miss something?” Antonella asked, her tone light and melodic, as charming as it was ill-timed.“No, Signorina Mancini,” Giovanni replied with a polite smile. “Your father is already in the meeting room with some Dons. Please, join them.” He gestured subtly with his hand, inviting her to proceed.“Of course,” Antonella replied, her smile as flawless as it was rehearsed.As she passed Vincenzo, her eyes met his for a fleeting moment, just long enough for her to catch the irritation flickering beneath his restrained gaze.“Hi, fiancé,” Antonella greeted, the word slipping

Tommaso’s usually unreadable expression faltered for a fleeting moment.His eyes widened and his jaw tightened subtle but clear sign of surprise at the unexpected proposal.“Just to make sure I’m not misunderstanding,” Vincenzo began, his voice calm and eyes fixed on Antonella with cynical intensity.He tilted his head, studying her as if she were an exotic creature poised to strike.“Are you seriously suggesting marrying one of my cousins?” Vincenzo asked, the words carrying a bitter tang, yet too tantalizing not to savor. “Is that your big play, Signorina Mancini?”“I’m not interested in rings or romantic vows,” Antonella replied, a half-smile playing on her lips, as if relishing the Lucchese reactions like a victory claimed in advance. “I want respect,” she continued, lifting her chin with graceful defiance. “And, naturally, to keep the Lucchese name firmly tied to the interests of Casa Mancini.”Vincenzo let out a low, dry laugh, aware that something in her proposal stirred more t

The air vanished from Vincenzo’s lungs, his stomach churned, and despair gripped his chest with such force that, for a moment, he thought he might not breathe again.“Shit,” Tommaso muttered, stopping abruptly beside him, his voice low and taut, as if afraid to confirm what he saw. “Vincenzo…”“No,” Vincenzo whispered, the single word a fragile shield against the sight before him.He took a step forward with effort, as if every muscle in his body resisted obeying.His gaze slid heavily over the black body bags lined up in front of him, each one carrying the silence of death.Three lives snuffed out—the number seared into his mind like a verdict.The weight of that sight was so brutal it nearly dragged him to the ground, crushing his chest until the air grew scarce.The terror that one of them might be Vittoria pierced his heart like a cold blade, tearing him apart from within until each heartbeat hurt more than he could bear.As if a brutal surge of adrenaline shot through him, Vincen

Vincenzo looked at her, his chest tightening. Tears streamed silently down her pale cheeks.Her expression was devastating. Every glance and restrained breath revealed how guilt was tearing her apart.“It was an accident, Vittoria,” Vincenzo said, his voice firm but low as he shifted his gaze back to the road ahead.“How many, Vincenzo?” Vittoria pressed, her words heavy, demanding the answer she dreaded.“Three,” Vincenzo answered, almost in a whisper, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel until his knuckles whitened under the strain.The cry that burst from Vittoria’s lips was loud and raw, laden with pain.Her sobs filled the car, her chest heaving unevenly as the reality hit her like a blow that stole her breath.Her crying began to shift into something more erratic, her sobs growing shorter, the air catching in her throat.She tried to take a deep breath, but the sound that came out was a faint, sharp wheeze, betraying her struggle to draw in oxygen.Her chest began to

In the apartment, the hours seemed to drag as Vincenzo persistently tried to get Vittoria to eat, while her relentless tears refused to stop.Throughout the night, Vincenzo lay with his wife nestled against his chest, his arm wrapped around her firmly, as if he could shield her even from her thoughts.The room was steeped in a heavy silence, broken only by the uneven sound of her breathing, punctuated by stifled sobs.“I just wanted to make dinner,” Vittoria began, her voice weak and choked, each word heavy with weight. “And a dessert,” she added, closing her eyes for a moment before continuing. “Minutes before the explosion, I put a cassata in the oven.”Vincenzo ran his hand gently down her back in a soothing gesture, trying to comfort her somehow, as if the warmth of his touch could, even for a moment, erase the burden she carried.“Then I went back to the living room and asked one of the maids to make an espresso,” she continued, her voice faltering, as if each syllable bore an un