All Chapters of NERO’S GAME: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER 21: Marena Among the small party of wedding guests, a lot of thoughts, theories, and conspiracies were hotly circulating about the sudden marriage of the enigmatic mafia don.It was a move that nobody had seen coming. There were also whispers and curiosity about his young, fresh-faced bride. Nobody had seen her before, nor heard of her.They all wondered why the handsome highly sought-after bachelor had settled for her, with many already suspecting what was actually true—she was already pregnant. Some of the guests were surprised to see Marena, Nero’s well-known mistress waltz into his wedding. Some prepared to witness an ugly encounter.Tall, sultry, beautiful, and utterly shameless, Marena was dressed in a scandalous deep red gown that clung to her curves, the plunging neckline leaving little to the imagination. The dress was Nero's favourite. Her blonde, wavy hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, and her lips painted the same sinful shade as her dress. She moved with an

CHAPTER 23: You’re his nowThe car ride back to the mansion was thick and fraught with silence. The kind of silence that wrapped around the bones like a hard biting heavy steel—unmoving and unrelenting.Not even one word had passed between the occupants of the car as they journeyed home. They were lost in their thoughts—each trying to grapple with the consequences of the new reality—the nuptials that just took place.Olivia sat stiffly in the backseat, whereas Nico sat in front behind the wheels. Her hands resting in her lap, trembling just enough to make her nails click nervously against one another. The ivory color of her wedding gown looked surreal against the shadowy almost dark interior of the car. She felt like a prisoner, dressed up like a porcelain doll—put on display, fragile and breakable. The breakable part, initiated by her jailer—her new golden eyed husband. Her leg throbbed faintly beneath the lace and silk, a cruel reminder of what had led to this farce of a wedding.T

CHAPTER 25: A charged momentThe bedroom door clicked shut behind them with an echo that seemed very louder than was necessary. Olivia flinched—the sharp sound reverberating through her bones. It was as though it had sealed something more than just wood and brass. It seemed like it had sealed her fate in the prison permanently.Nero’s footsteps were measured, deliberate, as he walked into the vast room that smelled faintly of his cologne. He was trying so hard to rein in his irritation, and not go off on his new bride. She had tried to run away. Well, he was sure that it was never going to happen again.Olivia hovered near the door, still in the stolen maid’s dress, her fingers knotted together, twisting the ugly material nervously, as she anxiously watched him open a bottle of water she had not even realised was on the nightstand, and take a large swig of it.He didn’t look at her. His back was turned.“This marriage…” he began coldly, finally turning his eyes on her, after he dropp

CHAPTER 27: You will feel painNico stood from his seat, his dark eyes drifting between Olivia and Nero with a flicker of something unreadable. He knew there was trouble brewing.“I’ll give you two a moment,” he said, offering Nero a subtle nod before slipping out of the dining hall, leaving behind a charged, stifling silence.Olivia looked at Nico’s retreating back with mounting panic. It was as if she had been left alone with the devil, while her guardian angel walked away. Her breath hitched when she turned back to look at his face. She couldn’t read Nero’s face still— composed, unreadable—but that only made her pulse thrum louder in her ears. From experience, the quiet animal was often more lethal than the barking one.The dining room felt colder now, despite the sunlight that cut across the long mahogany table. Nero had heard Nico asking Olivia about Luigi’s mission. He did not consider it a serious issue worthy of his time. Nothing about his cousin had ever been a matter of u

CHAPTER 29: A familiar felineThe soft mellifluous laughter of the new matriarch of the DeSantis estate rang in the large living room. The flicker of the golden hued living room chandelier cast gentle golden streaks across Olivia’s face as she lay curled on the velvety rug, her arms wrapped tightly around Lulu. The fat orange cat purred contentedly against her chest, its warmth offering a fragile sense of comfort in a world where nothing else made sense.For the first time in days—for the first time since she opened her eyes, and discovered she was in a strange place—Olivia felt peace. Her eyes glimmered with pure joy. A smile danced across her lips as Lulu pawed at a loose thread on her sleeve. She giggled faintly, brushing her fingers through the cat’s fur. The animal was excited to be reunited with its owner. It was happy to come back to Olivia who always took care of it, and loved it greatly. How could that not be? Lulu had been her only companion since Olivia could remember. Th