All Chapters of Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Gia’s POV Still seething with anger after my encounter with Dante, I stormed down the hallway when I heard it, low, muffled moans tangled with groans. At first, I thought I was imagining things, my mind playing tricks on me. But the farther I walked, the clearer the sounds became. My steps slowed as a chill crept down my spine. This was Dante’s house, his ruthless, merciless empire. For all I knew, someone could be in pain, being punished, tortured by one of his men. Fear gripped me, urging me to turn back, to run straight to my room and lock the door. But I didn’t. Curiosity, stronger than what I could suppress, pulled me forward. The deeper I went, the dimmer the corridor became, darkness swallowing the last traces of light. The sounds grew louder, more urgent, spilling from a small room tucked at the far corner. My breathing quickened, heart pounding as I neared the door that hung slightly ajar. I leaned against the wooden frame and peered through the narrow gap. What I saw le

Gia's POVIt was later in the day, and I was still restless. When a soft knock came at my door, my heart lurched. For a moment, I thought it was Dante, that was why I had locked it earlier.“Who’s there?” I called, my voice tighter than I intended.There was a pause, then a soft voice I recognized. “It’s me... Mira.”Relief washed through me, though my cheeks still warmed. I crossed the room, unlocked the door, and pulled it open.Mira stood there with her head bowed, her hands clasped in front of her, looking far too shy for the bold woman I had witnessed earlier.“Come in,” I said quietly, stepping aside.She entered, and somehow her embarrassment only heightened mine.The silence pressed between us until I finally blurted out, “I... I’m sorry. I should never have... I had no right to watch something so intimate. I promise I’m not a creep.”Mira lifted her head slightly, her cheeks flushed. “It’s alright, Miss Gia. You don’t have to apologize. If anything, I should be the one... it’

Gia’s POVThe car turned down a darker road, city lights fading away.My thoughts were already inside the hall, plotting, tasting the chaos I was about to unleash.Then Gia’s voice cut through the haze, soft but insistent. “So..... you’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?”I shook my head, a smirk tugging at my lips, but I didn’t let her see it. I felt the edge in her tone, her anxious curiosity, her need to know, but she wouldn’t, not yet. There were too many secrets she didn’t need to know, secrets that could be used against me. Especially by Augusto. She knew him, and one careless slip could destroy everything.As long as Lorenzo’s blood ran through her veins, I could never fully trust her. No matter how my heart betrayed me every damn time she was near, pounding in my chest with a feeling I thought I’d buried alongside my late wife. I couldn’t let it happen again. She would never be allowed close. Not to me. Not to my soul.She would always be a pawn in my revenge.I

Dante’s POV Augusto lifted his chin, chest swelling with arrogant pride, shoulders back as though triumph was already written. But one by one, the heads of the clans kept their hands flat on the table. Not a single hand rose. Not one. The silence was deafening. Augusto lurched to his feet, eyes wide, his face burning red as the betrayal sank in. “You cowards!” he yelled, scanning the table. “You’d betray me? All of you?” “Augusto…” Luto’s voice cut through the hall. He raised his hand, palm out, the gesture commanding silence. “Enough. You know the rules. No one challenges the vote of any clan member, or they risk being thrown out midway.” “The old man’s right,” Othega chimed in, his tone flat. “You know the rules, Augusto. I suggest you wait until the end.” Augusto’s finger jabbed toward him. “Even you, Othega? You’re part of this?” Othega only dipped his head, voice calm. “Rules are rules. Luto, please… proceed.” Augusto vibrated with fury, his whole frame trembling as if rea

Gia’s POVGia’s hands trembled as she lifted them defensively, and I started forward slowly, each step intentionally threatening.She began backing away, step by step, fear creeping in.“And to correct the trash you just spewed, I don’t need you, or your father’s rotting blood, to seal my throne. That chair has been in my family for over twenty years. I didn’t need you for anything.” My voice dropped lower, meaner. “If anything, you were there for a show, a common display.”Pain flashed in her eyes. For a reason I couldn’t control, my chest tightened at the sight. But I forced myself to hold her stare, to stay cruel. If I softened now, I’d lose the upper hand, and she’d keep digging into wounds I swore no one would ever see. I needed her to hate me, to fear me, not to cleanse me or undo me the way she always seemed to.Every shred of her stubborn spirit dissolved before me, leaving not the fierce girl who met me blow for blow, but a vulnerable woman, whose hurt was clear to see.“So t