All Chapters of FORCED TO BE A MAFIA QUEEN: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

SIERRAThe clink of the porcelain teacup against the saucer was the only sound in the dining room, save for the rhythmic tapping sound of a silver spoon against a soft-boiled egg. I maintained a facade of perfect composure, meticulously buttering my toast, but inwardly, a storm was brewing.Obviously, because of this man in front of me.​Alessandro was sitting opposite me, looking criminally handsome in a crisp black shirt, a contrast to the sweat-soaked one I had nursed for the past few days. Suddenly, ​I felt a feather-light brush against my ankle, sliding up to just under the hem of my pajama.​My jaw tightened. This absolute maniac!​I took a slow sip of my tea, trying to ignore the heat that instantly rushed up my neck. The foot, undeniably his, was firm and warm while tracing the delicate line of my Achilles tendon.​"Darling," he murmured without even looking up. He was reading the morning paper, the financial section, as if he weren't currently violating a doctor's orders

SIERRA​It wasn't a gentle kiss, it was a demand and a silencing claim. I inhaled sharply, the faint scent of his expensive cologne filling my senses. I resisted while trying to tilt my head back with a desperate sound escaping my throat.​I stepped back, but his other arm wrapped around my waist with brutal strength. He pulled me against his hard chest, silencing my gasp as he deepened the kiss.Oh Fudge!​His lips moved with a ruthless expertise that sent a shiver of unease through me. The kiss was punishing and possessive, as if it meant to break my will and remind me of his ownership.​It was too much. My grip on the book loosened as my fingers went numb, causing the book to slip from my grasp. It hit the polished marble floor with a sharp, echoing thud that broke the suffocating silence of the library.The distraction was enough and made ​Alessandro finally pull back. His usually cold and unreadable eyes were now dark with raw emotion, focused on the aftermath of the kiss, until

SIERRAThe click of the door as it swung shut was the only sound in the space of the room, yet it sounded like a gunshot. I was frozen as my hand clutched at the hem of my shirt.Alessandro is gone.​Not just out of the room, but out of the house. He left the room with Gianna and didn't even look back at me.‘I found Alessia.”Gianna's three words really echoed in my head.Alessia.It was the name of the ghost who was supposed to have died years ago in some 'unfortunate accident.' The legend I was never supposed to compete with.​I closed my eyes, trying to summon the emotion I was supposed to be feeling. Relief? Disinterest? After all, this marriage was a transaction, an ice-cold exchange for my family’s solvency. He was the Mafia Lord, I was the collateral. Love was never part of the contract.​But when I opened my eyes, the image searing my vision was Alessandro's eyes.​In the second between hearing her name and launching himself toward the hallway, his eyes had changed. The gran

SIERRAThe silk of my gown whispered against my legs as I finally descended the grand staircase. The clock in the foyer had already chimed thirty minutes past the agreed-upon dinner time. The maid keeps coming back here to inform me about dinner, but I keep declining to have dinner with them. And for the nth time, the maid came back teary-eyed because Alessandro would kill her if she came down without me again. So I don't have any choice but to come down, fuming in madness. Obviously, I was thirty minutes late.Let him wait. It was the only power I felt I had left in this gilded cage.​When I reached the dining room, the low voices of people having a conversation ceased instantly and four pairs of eyes snapped to me.​Alessandro was at the head of the table, holding his glass of wine. But I could feel his dark gaze even through his lashes. I frown at Dimitri, who was already smirking, and at Gianna, who simply gave me a look of exasperation. But it was the fifth person, seated beside

SIERRAThe scent of cypress and evening jasmine hung heavy in the Italian air, a contrast to the churning storm inside me. I sat at a marble-topped table in the ornate garden as the wrought-iron chairs cooled beneath my pajamas. Across from me was Carlo, meticulously sorting through a sheaf of papers that Alessandro had demanded I handle.​“Focus, Sierra,” Carlo murmured. He pointed to a clause about shipping manifests. “The Don wants this reviewed tonight. You know how impatient he is with delays.”​My fingers tightened around the expensive pen. “Oh, I know all about Alessandro’s impatience, Carlo. He seems to have a lot of it these days, especially when I’m not fast enough getting out of his sight.”​A dull ache settled in my chest, a feeling I absolutely despised. It was anger, yes, but it was also something sickeningly tender that had no business being there. ​Since Alessia returned, that tenderness had curdled. He was distant and indifferent, treating me as little more than a ne