All Chapters of The Mafia Don Married Me For Revenge.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SLOANE POV“I was thirsty and I wanted to get a glass of water from the kitchen, as you can see none of your men are outside my door. Do you want me to die of thirst?” I asked as I shot him a glare. He stared at me longer than he would, like he was contemplating something sinister. I could never read his mind or guess what he was up to. “I gave them the night off. I will follow you to the kitchen.” He stated, like an order. And that was very funny, he wasn’t the type to just “follow.”I stared at him, maybe he had just made a joke. I didn’t know a lot about him, he could be a comedian. But he didn’t even twitch his lips. “No you are not.” I scoffed, this night just keeps getting worse. “Yes I am.” He said as he took a step closer. I gulped, the air between us tightened. “It’s just a glass of water, from the kitchen and it’s downstairs.” I cleared my throat as I protested, moving away from his gaze. That felt weird. “Exactly.” “Exactly what? You can go back to your room. I c

CHASE POV“Three days? That's not even enough for me to decide what brand I want to wear. Or the heels, who plans a wedding in three days?” She questioned, with confusion laced in her tone. “That is way too close.” She added with her voice rising, her chest heaving. “It's final.” I said, in a low tone. I wasn't going to argue with anyone unreasonable. “What the fuck those that even mean! Fuck you! You piss me off Chase. You are the thorn in my flesh. Don't you think you could have told me about this or discussed this? Or hell warn me?” “The decision has been made.” “I hate you so much, even my body knows that. You aren't human. You never were. Your heart just beats to keep you alive, you don't have any concern for anyone except yourself.” She spat, her anger may be sexy most of the time but this, this was different. “Mark my words Chase, you will regret the day your family crossed paths with mine. I will stop at nothing to see you lying in a coffin.” She declared, her eyes flicke

CHASE POV“Why would you yell at me in front of her? She should know her place, you are giving weapons letting her think that no one else can talk to her, except you.” Kazmir spiralled in my office, his chest huffing and puffing. Kazmir needed to fight, he needed to calm his nerves down. “You need to relax.” I said as I walked over to my mini bar and opened a bottle of scotch. “Relax? Chase? This isn't just any woman. This is the woman that killed your brother! Why aren't you treating her like the criminal she is.” Kazmir sounded like a broken record, stating the obvious like I didn't know that. His words only fueled my anger. I stared at him before I took a sip from my drink. “.....” “You should act right now, put her in her place, I don't like how it seems like you are–” Kasmir held his tongue, his restraint was a second away from snapping. “I am being what-” I asked, staring down at Kazmir. “Soft.” He dropped like a bomb. I scoffed, I gulped the entire glass. I wasn't soft

SLOANE The car ride was quiet and tense, the type that hinted at something serious looming. It wasn't just about cold feet, or some tension because of the killer next to me, it was something else. I could feel it in my blood, in my bones and in my veins. The same way the wind danced with my hair. The city seemed different, brighter than I remembered it. Beautiful in a way that feels rare, being locked away made me appreciate the little things. I saw the buildings and how everything moved in a blur, for a second I could feel a tear of drop running down my face.I gasped and immediately checked the mirror I had inside my bag. It was a false alarm. My mind was playing tricks on me and I was falling for it. The second later the car came to a halt, I heard the wedding bells literally. I saw a big church with doors so wide, my wedding train can fit in perfectly. I scoffed, of course Chase loved this.The men at the entrance of the church all wore navy blue suits, white gloves and c

SLOANEHis words rang again in my ears, like an echo. Pulsing down over and over. You are mine, and I will ruin you. His smirk hinted at the worst things I could ever imagine. A man like Chase doesn't speak unless it's necessary, so there weren't mere threats. Since that's his goal, mine will be to make this fucking man regret putting a ring on my finger. I found myself staring into his eyes; they may blink and flicker, but they lacked the one thing every human had: Emotions. I stared deep into nothing but pitch black. It's no surprise from a man like Chase. A man like Chase, heartless and filled with rage. He will be my biggest win yet, the man whom I would one day run a sword into his chest. A smirk drew itself on my face, quiet and brewing. I would be clueless, naive, and everything he wanted until I killed him. That was a promise to myself. I remember those words, the way he said them: They danced around in my head. Trying to have life, trying to have a body and a mou