All Chapters of Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 107

Dante’s POV Arielle’s eyes lit up as she took in the dining table. The spread was an array of exquisite dishes, prepared by the top chef I’d invited, succulent roasted meats, delicate seafood, colorful vegetables, freshly baked bread, and desserts. “Dad, you seriously outdid yourself. This is a royal welcome!” Arielle reached for a bread roll, grinning from ear to ear. “Are we celebrating something? Or is this your way of saying you missed us that much?” Selene smirked from across the table, lifting her glass. "He must have. Look at this spread, Dante. You really went all out. I almost thought we were dining with the Pope.” A small laugh escaped me, but it felt hollow in my chest. They had no idea what storm was about to break over this table. "I'm glad to have you both here." I cleared my throat, reaching across to squeeze Arielle's hand. My daughter's hand, so small in mine, yet so strong. "Having my daughter in this home again, after everything we've been through, it means mor

Dante's POVLove.A word I had not thought about in years. A concept I had buried alongside Esme. An emotion I had convinced myself I was incapable of feeling again.Gianna looked up at me from across the table, and for a second it felt like everything around us faded. A charged moment passed between us, filled with everything we were not saying.I cleared my throat. My voice came out rough."We have, intense feelings for each other."Safe enough. Not a lie, but not the whole truth either.She cleared her throat and set her wine glass down, her fingers trembling slightly even though she tried to hide it. Her eyes slid toward Arielle, then back to me. She looked nervous, unsure if she should speak.“You are, your dad is right,” she began, her voice soft. “We, um…”Before she could finish, Selene’s voice cut through the moment.She said it under her breath, but everyone at the table heard it.Arielle turned to her aunt, her brows pulling together.“Aunt Selene, why would you say that?”

Gianna's POV I couldn't breathe. I sat on the edge of the bed with my hands shaking and my chest tight, like someone was squeezing every bit of air out of my lungs. The dining room kept replaying in my head. Murderer. That is what Selene called me. The rage on her face when she looked at me, the pure hatred in her eyes. She came for me like she wanted to tear me apart with her bare hands. If Dante had not grabbed her, she would have reached me. And God, Arielle. The way every bit of warmth from earlier vanished as tears ran down her face. I felt like I destroyed her whole world just by being in the room. My father. God. My father. Finding out he was mafia was already enough to break me. Knowing he hurt people, threatened them, ruined lives. But killing someone’s wife? Killing someone’s mother? Tearing apart a family like it meant nothing? I did not know what kind of monster did that. And I did not know how to live with the fact that his blood was in my veins. I wished that wa