Lahat ng Kabanata ng FORCED TO BE A MAFIA QUEEN: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

SIERRAMy eyes widened as the Council’s elite guards fanned out in a perfect semi-circle, their laser sights dancing like red fireflies across the mud and the bodies. At the center stood the same man from Logan's house. ​We were surrounded. There was no forest left to run into.​My husband coughed again, but he forced himself to sit upright. He pushed my hands away from his stomach wound, his eyes shifting from the lifeless body of my sister to the men who had come to collect our heads.​"It’s over," the old man declared. "The bloodline ends tonight. You’ve brought ruin to the families. By the laws of the Consiglio, you and your wife are to be executed as traitors."​"Not both of us," my husband rasped. He reached into the inner pocket of his blood-soaked jacket, his fingers fumbling until he pulled out a crumpled paper and threw it to them. The paper fluttered through the air, landing in the dirt at the old man's feet.​"Read it," my husband commanded.The old man signaled a guard t

SIERRAWalking back into my condo felt suffocatingly empty. I know Alessandro was the one who purchased this unit under my name. The bank called me too about the billion dollars in my account. He poured everything out to me, and yet, I still feel empty.When my parents found out about Airra, they were apologetic, but their apologies were too late. If they didn't sell me out, if they didn't sell us out, Airra wouldn't have run away and still be alive. I actually don't want to blame. It was Logan who was to blame and even though he was dead, it didn't fill the emptiness in my heart and life.Since then, I have refused to be connected with my parents again. I'm so done with their greediness. I didn't tell them about the billion dollars in my account because it was not mine. I didn't touch his money. I will wait for the real owner to come back.I entered my unit and I didn't even have the chance to kick off my slippers before the screaming started. Not from me, but from the smartphone si

SIERRAThe fluorescent lights of the precinct hummed overhead, a buzzing drone that grated on my already frayed nerves. I sat on the freezing concrete floor of the holding cell, my legs tucked beneath me and my arms locked over my chest.​In the cell directly beside mine, Carlo was pacing like a caged panther. He hadn't stopped for ten minutes.​"A toy gun, Sierra? Really?" he hissed. "You dragged me into a precinct because you’re carrying a high-end replica? It’s illegal to brandish that in this state! You're lucky they didn't shoot us both on sight."​"It’s for my protection," I snapped, my voice flat. "The world thinks I’m a wealthy widow. I need people to think I’m armed."​"Then get a pink taser! Buy some pepper spray!" he countered, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "Don't carry a heavy-duty prop that looks like it came off a movie set! We are stuck in here because you wanted to play the part of the boss's wife a little too well."​I stood up slowly and marched to the bars

SIERRAI didn't care about Diane. I didn't care about the board members or the billions of dollars on the line. I didn't care about anything else. I ran to him and threw myself into his arms.​The impact nearly knocked us both back, but he caught me. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, and the scent, that devastatingly familiar scent, filled my senses until I was dizzy. I sobbed into his chest, my fingers clawing at the fine wool of his suit as if I were trying to merge my body with his.​"You're alive," I choked out, my voice thick with a year’s worth of unshed tears. "I knew it. I never stopped believing... I waited for you every single day."​His hands came up and he began to caress my hair and my back. It was his touch. The same steady, heavy warmth. I felt a joy so sharp it was almost painful in my chest. ​But then, he leaned down, his lips near my ear, and spoke.​"It’s an honor to finally meet you," he whispered. "You’re even more... passionate than your writing sugge

SIERRAThe meeting ended in a stalemate of icy glares and heavy breathing. Diane tried to salvage the mood with talk of "creative brainstorming," but the air was already poisoned. I stood up, smoothed my dress over my hips with a slow stroke of my hands, watching his eyes follow the movement, and walked out without a second glance.​I made it as far as the elevator bank before the heavy footsteps echoed behind me. I pressed the elevator button with my heart racing, counting the seconds.​One… Two…​The doors hissed open and I stepped in. Just as they began to slide shut, a hand jammed between them. The sensors groaned, and the doors retreated to open.​Alessandro stepped inside and his presence filled the small space. Carlo didn't step in to join the storm, standing guard like a gargoyle as the doors finally sealed us in.​"A new male lead?" he growled as he slammed his hand against the control panel, hitting the emergency stop. The elevator jolted and died.​"Mr. Montrego," I lean