All Chapters of FORCED TO BE A MAFIA QUEEN: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

SIERRAThe heavy doors of the estate’s ballroom swung open, and the roar of the gala fell into a suffocating silence.​I stood at the top of the marble staircase, as the weight of the emeralds pressed against my collarbone like cold fire. I was wearing a gown of blood-red silk, a color of war, not mourning.​At the far end of the hall, seated at a long, raised table, were twelve men and women who held the scales of life and death in the Syndicate. Standing to the side with a look of feigned tragedy was Alessia.Are they the Council? ​As I descended the stairs, the whispers started. They weren't whispering about Alessandro’s health, they were whispering about the "scandal."They really flew here to Germany and took this chance to interrogate me while Alessandro was unconscious. I think they were involved in the shootout at the mall.​"Sierra," Granduncle Max’s voice boomed, cutting through the murmurs. He stood at the center of the Council, holding a tablet. He flicked his wrist, and

SIERRAI was a ghost in a red silk dress, walking through the echoing marble halls of the mansion. I'm back at the glasshouse. I just needed fresh clothes and a moment of silence away from the smell of antiseptic and the haunting image of Airra’s face.But it felt different without Alessandro’s presence. It's colder, like a tomb waiting to be filled. ​I pushed open the doors to the master suite, but the scent that greeted me wasn't the cedar and spice of my husband. It was the sharp, floral tang of expensive vintage wine and Giana.She was draped across the velvet chaise lounge by the window with a half-empty bottle of Petrus on the table beside her. Her hair was loose, and her eyes were dark with a mixture of grief and something far more jagged.I didn't see her at the gala.​"You have a lot of nerve coming back here," her voice slurred, but was sharp enough to draw blood. She swirled the dark red liquid in her glass. "The Council might have been fooled by your little performance, b

ALESSANDROThe white light of the room made me squint my eyes. I try to move, but my chest is a map of agony, a burning reminder of the lead that tore through me.​Then, the memories hit like an explosion. ​The smell of gasoline, the roar of the flames devouring the halls of my glasshouse, and her. I see her face as clearly as if she’s standing right in front of me. I saw the look in her eyes, that terrifying, beautiful mixture of love and paralyzing fear, as the stairs collapsed and she vanished into the smoke and the heat below.​"Sierra!"I try to bolt upright, but suddenly, hands are put on my shoulders, pinning me down, as my vision swims with red spots.​"Boss, easy! You’ll tear the stitches–"​"Where is she?" I bark as my hand snaps out to catch Kit by the throat. I don't care about the IV lines ripping out of my arm or the alarm screaming on the heart monitor. "Where is my wife?!”​Kit’s face goes pale, and he avoids my gaze.That silence... that silence is a death sentence.

ALESSANDROMy grandfather’s grip on his cane is like iron as he motions toward the armored sedan. “In the car, Alessandro. Now."​The command is stern. In this family, you can be a King, but he is the God who crowned you. I stumble toward the vehicle as my vision blurs from blood loss and fury, but I sit beside him in the plush leather interior. The door closes, sealing us in a tomb of silence.​"You are a fool for a man of your position," the old man starts. "But your wife... she is something else entirely."​I look at him as my heart hammers against my cracked ribs. "What do you know?"​"The Council interrogated her.”My hands curled into fists.I already warned them not to talk to her or touch her. But f*ck! They still did while I was unconscious. “Last night, at the gala you refused to attend, she became your proxy and the Council took the chance to interrogate her.” He continued without emotion. “To settle the 'issue' regarding your cousin Dimitri’s indiscretions. She handle

ALESSANDROThe journey back across the water was a blur of freezing spray and the rhythmic thrum of the boat’s engine, but my focus never left her. I held her against my chest the entire way, shielding her broken body from the wind with my heavy overcoat. By the time we reached the mainland and the black sedans whisked us toward the city, she had slipped into a deep, terrifying unconsciousness.​The city hospital was a monolith of glass and sterile white light, a jarring contrast to the ash and shadows of the last forty-eight hours.​We didn't use the front entrance. My men had cleared the service bay, ensuring no records would be kept, no names entered into public databases. As the doors hissed open, I refused the gurney at first. I tried to carry her, to be the strength she needed, but my shattered leg betrayed me. The bone groaned under the weight, and I stumbled.​"Take her," I hissed through gritted teeth as my men stepped forward. "Carefully. If she feels a single jolt, I’ll h