บททั้งหมดของ The Don’s Dangerous Bride: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GOREVALENTINA’s POVEventually, we arrived at a castle. It was quite appropriate. I stayed seated, trying to postpone my entrance. I had always preferred arriving late; why not be tardy for my own wedding? Soon after, my father showed up with a grim expression. I disliked the way his eyes twitched, so I got out of the car by myself, otherwise, he would have pulled me out. I took in my surroundings as I adjusted my tiara. The castle was stunning. The entrance was embellished with countless fresh white roses, and a red carpet spread out toward the doors. I made a mental note to acquire this castle, I absolutely needed it. I had a tendency to purchase extravagant items, like castles and artwork, but I still hadn’t bought an island, which had always been my dream. Your wedding day is meant to be the most joyful day of your life, yet here I was, set to marry a man I h

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GOREVALENTINA’s POV"I warned you not to do that, yet you went ahead," I growled as I reached for the fork still resting on the countertop. I seized her wrist roughly, pinning her hand down. She struggled in my hold, but I held firm. "Don’t move or you'll be next," I warned the second bitch, who now stood frozen. Grinning, I swiftly plunged the fork into the first bitch’s hand without a second thought. She screamed and began to weep. "Get out of my sight, and if I see you again, I’ll stab your eye out. Understand? ! " I threatened. Fuck, now I have a headache.She cried softly when I let her go. She clutched her cut hand, which still had the fork stuck in it. Big tears flowed from her eyes, mixing with her dark mascara. Thick red blood dripped from her hand, marking the white floor. Fuck. "What are you waiting for? " I yelled. The bitches practically jumped in

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GOREVALENTINA’s POV“So this piece of business didn't need a gun? ” I inquired. He grinned while he moved his hands. I noticed his strong arms also moving, displaying his well-defined muscles. “This piece of business was more personal,” he replied.I nodded, fully grasping what he meant. Fuck. I can't fall for him.I breathed out heavily. “Where's your first aid kit? ” I asked. As soon as I spoke, his guard handed a box to me.The same one that Vix has a sweet little crush on.And I could see why. “Thanks…” I said while looking at him. The guard gave me a polite smile. “Dante,” he said, introducing himself. I nodded while stealing a quick glance at Vix. “Are you Italian? ” I asked, raising an eyebrow. His accent was subtle, but I had my suspicions. “Yes,” he replied, smiling as he tousled his fluffy brown hair. I smiled back at him. A nice Italian guy. He would b

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORELUCA’s POVValentina went back to Italy for some work she needed to handle. I felt a bit sad when she actually left. She was starting to grow on me, more than I wanted to admit. I also had some tasks to manage. Many leaders relax in their thrones and let their associates run things for them. But not I. I enjoyed getting involved in the work. It fueled my desire for success. This did mean that I had little free time, but when I did have some, I made the most of it. I found myself smiling at the idea of asking Valentina out. Would she even be interested in going out with me? Fuck. I shouldn’t think that way. I realized I wasn’t really warm or charming. Not like Nico. I felt a sense of dread at the thought that Valentina might turn me down. Maybe she would choose to stay in Italy for good. I wasn’t good enough for her. I could never be someone she would want.

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GOREValentina POVI truly despised going to Davide's yearly gala. It was filled with contemptible people, many of whom I didn’t respect in the slightest. However, I knew I had to be there this time since I couldn't come up with a valid excuse. I had never seen Luca show up, not even once. Fucking lucky. Davide was a tall guy, towering at six feet four inches. His warm brown skin was adorned with trashy tattoos. We’ve been friends for a long time, and I would trust him with my life, which is not something I often say about someone who isn’t family. I shot Davide a glare, which only encouraged him further. "So that means you're in! " he laughed, taking another big sip of champagne. I didn’t dare speak because I feared what might come out of my mouth. Sometimes, I can't control my words and often end up offending others. But I didn’t care, they can fuck off. I gl