All Chapters of Married To My Billionaire Captor To Get My Son Back: Chapter 121 - Chapter 128

UneditedIt’s been two weeks since my amazing mistake.A really big fucking one.The truth didn’t just hit. It bitch slapped me. Hard. I saw it the morning after, when the sun finally crept high enough to spill across his back. That was when I noticed it. The massive tattoo.The large tiger inked on his flesh. Blood red eyes that still flowed dangerously in the daylight.My stomach plummeted.I nearly fainted.La Zanna Rossa.The deadliest, oldest mafia in Italy. My father’s sworn enemy. The Zanna Rossas and Lupi Neris have been at war for decades now. Painting Italy red with killings, bombings and ruining lives.I ran away from home, left the mafia life behind and five years later, where do I end up?In the bed of the deadliest among them and judging by the size of his tiger…. Fuck. He might just be the leader.And not just the deadliest.My family’s rival.I pressed my hand to my mouth to stop myself from making a sound. Am I cursed?I almost couldn’t leave. He was a monster, ev

CHELLEY MORETTI The golden morning light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of the penthouse, but the warmth I felt didn't come from the sun. It came from the heavy, muscular arm draped over my waist, caging me against the heat of Cassian’s chest. He was sleeping soundly, his breathing deep and sexy—a rare sight of my predator… my captor at rest.I stayed still for a moment, a small, instinctive smile tugging at my lips. My body felt heavy, sensitized by the flashes of the previous night. I remembered the way he had looked at me… the way he peeled my dress from my body, the way he carried me to the bed. Not as a sex slave, but as a man and wife. He hadn't even sought his own release and desires. It felt like Cassian willingly was satisfying me, a reward of some sort. He had spent the hours worshipping my skin, my naked form, kissing every sensitive inch of my stark naked flesh and body with a hunger that felt almost... reverent, until I had shattered and buckled ben

CHELLEY MORETTI I didn't let anyone else touch him. I carried Asher myself, his small, shivering weight a heavy anchor against my chest. The elevator ride felt like an eternity, the air thick with the suffocating silence of Cassian’s presence and the way he was guiding me so closely as we made our way to Asher’s floor. "He needs absolute quiet," the doctor said, his voice hushed as we reached Asher's floor. “The lungs have cleared the majority of the fluid, but the shock to his system is severe. He must rest before he can be fully examined or questioned."We moved in a fast-paced blur. I laid him down on his bed, his skin so ghostly looking, my heart was still beating so fast. My son just escaped death; I could be holding his dead body right now, all because of them. Cassian reached over and flicked the switch for the heavy-duty wall heater; the hum of the vents kicked in immediately, pumping dry warmth into the room to combat the chill in his bones.Asher’s eyes were half-close

CHELLEY MORETTII was relieved—at least my son had woken up. And more than that, he tolerated my presence, allowed me to stay by his side, allowed me to care for him. That alone felt like a fragile miracle.The doctor said he shouldn’t talk yet, so I didn’t burden him with questions about what had happened. Still, my son kept staring at me, his gaze quiet, searching.Part of me was terrified that he would reject me… or ask for Cassandra instead. But I suppose she was too consumed by her petty schemes to stay beside him through the night—too busy to do what a true mother would do for her child.“I’m so glad you’ve woken up,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I can’t imagine my life without you. And I promise—from now on—I will protect you.”Tears streamed freely down my cheeks.“Are you really my mother?” Asher’s voice was barely audible, fragile as glass.My heart thudded violently as I leaned closer, quickly sliding his small hand into mine, afraid that even a second’s hesitation mi