All Chapters of Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Gianna’s POVThe musky scent of woods and smoke crept into my nose, tugging me out of the sweetest dream I’d had in weeks.In it, Dante was chasing me through the garden...... not as the cold, infuriating man who always had the upper hand, but as someone...... free.He caught me against a tree, laughter spilling from both of us as he kissed me like a man drunk on love. There was no control, no dominance, just us.Two lovebirds.Kissing passionately against a tree, my hands tangled in his hair as I whispered, I love you.It was in that moment, the moment before his lips claimed mine again, that his scent dragged me back to reality.My eyes shot open...... and there he was.Dante DeLuca.His icy grey eyes locked on me, that smug grin spreading across his annoyingly perfect face. One hand brushed a few strands of hair from my cheek, his touch slow and deliberate.“Dreaming of me again...... are you?” His voice was low, teasing, maddeningly calm.I jolted, blinking fast, pulling back as i

Dante’s POVI sat in the backseat, Bruno at the wheel, and for the hundredth time, my thoughts drifted to Gianna Giovanni. Her name alone was enough to send a jolt through my veins, but the memory of her, the taste of her on my lips, the way her skin had felt under my hands, was a constant, almost painful ache.I was supposed to be leaving to see my daughter, focusing on her, but instead, I felt this weight in my chest, this strange, foreign longing. I was already missing Gianna, and that wasn’t supposed to happen.She was all I could think about. Every second of last night replayed in my mind, the way she’d been, vulnerable, yet daring. Walking in and catching her like that, touching herself, lost in her own heat...... I’d never expected it. And yet, I didn’t give in. I couldn’t. Not because I didn’t want her, but because I wanted her to surrender on my terms. I wanted to break her walls, make her submit, and as much as I craved her, part of me was addicted to the struggle, the chas

Dante’s POVThe idea that Lorenzo had buried my wife’s inheritance under Gianna’s name felt obscene, like a final insult laid on top of everything he’d already taken. He’d planned it so even if I found him, I still couldn’t touch what was mine..All the rage I’d been holding back surged forward. Before I realized it, I had raised the gun and pointed it at Mateo’s chest.“You son of a…” I couldn’t finish. The words ripped out of me.“You didn’t just help that bastard take her life. You stole her inheritance and hid it under his daughter’s name. You thought you could win by burying it where I’d never find it. You don’t deserve to breathe.”Mateo’s face went white, his lips shaking. “Please... please, Don...” he begged, trying to crawl away in the chair though the chains held him. “Don’t, I’ve told you everything you asked, please don’t...”My hand stayed on the gun. Every part of me wanted to end it right there, to pull the trigger and take my revenge.I shifted the gun slightly, my thu

Gianna’s POV I glanced at Alfonso, sitting quietly in the corner, nursing his drink. He hadn’t said a word. “You’ve been awfully quiet, Alfonso,” I said. “No stories to share? No girlfriend either?” Mira’s grin turned mischievous. “Oh, Al here’s in love with the daughter of one of the Deluca family’s enemies, a real forbidden romance.” My brows lifted. “Wow. That must be tough.” Alfonso’s jaw clenched slightly. “It’s fucked up,” he muttered, voice low. “But what can I say? You don’t choose who you love.” Franco snorted. “I don’t agree. Attraction’s a thing that happens to you, sure, but love, that’s a choice. It’s something you decide to do.” Alfonso bristled, heat rising in his face. “What do you know about true love?” he snapped. “I didn’t choose this. It just happened.” He took a long, hard swallow of his drink and stared into the glass. I couldn’t help myself. “So tell me, how did it start?” I asked, curious. “Sounds like a proper story.” He exhaled, his voice rougher as

Dante’s POVI cursed under my breath. What the hell was I thinking, letting Gianna cross my mind here, of all places?I shut the thought down hard and forced my focus back where it belonged, on the only light left in my dark world, my daughter."I'm really proud of you, Princess," I said once she finished telling me about making the honor roll again. "Your grades, your attitude... you're doing incredible."She beamed, and my heart melted a little. "Thanks, Dad."I turned to Seline, who’d been calmly managing dinner with that same steady, motherly grace she always had. "And thank you," I said quietly. "For everything you do. I know it’s not easy, giving up your own life to take care of my daughter."Seline’s eyes softened. "Our daughter," she corrected gently. "Ariel is my daughter now, Dante. This is my family."Ariel reached over and squeezed her hand. "Thank you, Aunt Seline. For everything.""Always, sweetheart," Seline said, smiling tenderly.I watched the exchange, that familiar