Semua Bab Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Gia’s POV The word exploded through the room. A wave of murmurs and animal-like groans followed as their eyes raked across my body with callous hunger. Vincenzo’s hand clamped around my arm. His grip was cold and hard as he yanked me forward. I resisted, taking a step back on shaking legs, but his fingers dug deeper, bruising. He hissed in my ear, “Move.” And then I stepped into the light. It hit me, hot, blinding, exposing me completely. The room erupted in a chaotic mix of cheers, whistles, groans, applause, and laughter. Several men leaned forward, some rising to their feet with expressions so vile they turned my stomach. How could they be this cruel? Didn’t they have daughters? Sisters? Mothers? I wrapped my arms around my chest, trying to shield myself... what little there was left to protect. But their eyes devoured me anyway, mercilessly. “Get her hands off that luscious body!” one of the men shouted. “We need to inspect the goods we’re buying, after all!” Voice

Gia’s POVMy eyes blinked open, slow and heavy, stinging from the bright light as it settled in.A cough slipped past my lips, rough and dry, like my throat had been scraped with sand.My hand flew to my neck as a dull ache throbbed beneath the skin, my fingers brushing the sore spot.And then it hit me.The auction.The man who reeked of death.His hand over my mouth.Me, passing out.My eyes snapped open wide now.And I saw him.He sat across from me, one leg bent casually like this was a conversation, not a nightmare.Just like before, his grey eyes locked on mine, piercing into every layer of my skin.His expression showed no guilt, not even a hint that anything he did haunted him.My chest tightened."You..." my voice cracked as I pushed myself upright, panic gripping my insides... "you tried to kill me."He didn’t move. He didn’t even blink."Why did you bring me here?" I shouted, my voice rising.My hand shot forward, finger pointed like it could burn a hole through his chest.

Gianna’s POVMy mouth went dry as I backed away, each step slower than the last. Dante’s voice, deep and terrifying, sent a chill crawling down my spine.This wasn’t a nightmare I could wake up from.This was real.Dante De Luca, the monster who shot my father, was real. Flesh and blood. And I was alone in his home with no way out. There was only one path laid out for me: to be his mistress. For life.Terror pressed down on my chest. I couldn’t breathe. My lips trembled.“God help me,” I whispered, barely able to get the words out. “This can’t be my life. I can’t belong to this monster.”He tilted his head, amused.Then he laughed, cruelly.“No one’s coming to save you,” he mocked.The dark humor in his tone pierced through my chest, driving the panic deeper. The room seemed to tilt, everything fading around me.“I can’t be trapped here,” I muttered. “I refuse to be trapped here.”My breathing quickened, and it felt like my senses slipped away from me.“Help!” I screamed, eyes darting

Gia’s POV“Aunty Camilla?” I said, blinking fast as if the sight of her might disappear. “What… are you doing here? How?”I didn’t wait for her to answer. I rushed forward and threw my arms around her. For a second, she held me. Just a second, then she pulled back.Her arms dropped from around me like I was something she didn’t want to hold onto for too long.She looked at me carefully, her voice steady. “Dante’s men brought me here.”I frowned. “What? Why would they bring you…?”She stepped closer, placing a hand gently on my arm, like she was trying to calm a wild animal.“Gia… listen to me. Calm down. Everything is going to be fine.”“No,” I snapped, stepping back. “No, it’s not going to be fine!”My chest was tight. I couldn’t breathe. My hands were trembling.“I need to get out of here,” I begged. “Back at Vincenzo’s club, you promised if we got our twenty percent from the auction, we’d disappear. Start over.”Her eyes dropped to the floor, and for the first time, I saw guilt fla

Dante’s POVI circled her slowly, like a captor reminding his captive there was no escape. She stood in the middle of the room, completely open to me, and I couldn’t look away. Every curve, every line on her body, was utterly exquisite.My eyes dragged over her, inch by inch, greedily consuming the sight of her flawless skin, the soft curves of her breasts, the way her nipples peaked under the cold air.I could feel the heat rising through my chest, my blood rushing low and heavy with need. My body ached to touch her, to ruin her.She was scared, I could see it in the way her arms hung awkwardly at her sides, as if she didn’t know where to hide. The way her chest rose and fell too fast, her breath catching every other second.But underneath the fear, I sensed desire. The way her thighs pressed tightly together, as if trying to hide the need building between them. She didn’t know it, but that small, subconscious motion told me everything. Her core was aching for me already, desperate f