All Chapters of Bound To The Mafia King : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

GraceThe world stopped the moment I heard his voice.“GRACE!”Eric stood at the entrance of the grand hall, chest heaving, eyes wide with desperation and fury. His face was already bruised, clothes torn like he had fought through hell just to get here. For one desperate second, my heart soared. Eric- my cousin, the only person who had ever truly tried to protect me. The one I had secretly loved in that quiet, safe way for years. The one I had been desperately searching for….I lunged forward without thinking, tears already spilling down my cheeks. “Eric!”Suddenly, Adrian’s arm snapped around my waist like a steel trap, yanking me back hard against his chest. His grip was bruising, possessive and so furious. The beautiful white wedding dress rustled as I struggled in his hold, the lace train tangling around my legs.“Let me go!” I cried, voice breaking. “Adrian, please! That’s Eric! Let me see him!”“No,” Adrian snarled low in my ear, his voice dark and venomous. His fingers dug dee

GraceTears blurred my vision as I stared up at the man I had just been forced to marry.“You killed him,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “You really killed my uncle… over a stupid ring?”Adrian’s dark eyes burned into mine with that terrifying intensity. He didn’t look guilty. He looked proud. His large hand came up, wrapping around my wrist where I gripped his collar, pressing my palm harder against his chest so I could feel how steady his heartbeat was.“Yes, bunny,” he said, voice low and calm, almost intimate. “I killed him. Matthew thought he could steal the ring I had chosen for your finger. After I paid him a fortune to sell you to me, he got greedy. Tried to take what was mine. No one steals from me, Grace. Especially not something that belongs on your hand.”A broken sob tore from my throat. I shook him by his collar, my bandaged hand throbbing with pain. “You’re sick! You destroyed my entire family just because you wanted me? You manipulated him into selling me like I was

GraceMy body felt like it was on fire.I was in the massive bed with the luxurious sheets tangled around my legs, but nothing could chase away the bone-deep chill that made me tremble uncontrollably. Sweat soaked my skin even as cold shivers wracked me. My head throbbed with a relentless ache, my throat raw and dry. Every breath felt heavy and labored. The wedding dress was long gone, replaced by one of Adrian’s soft black shirts that still carried his dark, masculine and possessive scent. It only made everything worse.I whimpered softly, curling into myself. The memories of the wedding, Eric’s bleeding face, Adrian’s confession and the forced vows -they all crashed over me in waves of guilt, fear, and overwhelming loneliness. I had no one. No escape. Just this fever and the monster who now called me his wife.Suddenly, the door burst open. Adrian stormed in, his face a mask of dark fury and something deeper- raw, obsessive concern. “Grace!” His voice was sharp, commanding. He b

GraceI whimpered helplessly, my body betraying me in the worst possible way. Adrian’s middle finger circled my sensitive pearl with slow, deliberate strokes and each pass sent sparks of unwanted pleasure shooting through me. The fever still lingered, making everything feel hotter, more intense, more overwhelming. My cheeks burned with deep embarrassment as my hips bucked involuntarily against his hand, chasing the friction even as my mind screamed at me to stop.“Adrian… please,” I gasped, voice shaky and broken. I arched my back, my fingers digging into his strong arms, holding on like he was the only thing keeping me from falling apart completely. Soft, kittenish moans escaped my lips despite how hard I tried to hold them back. “I-I can’t… this is wrong…”He hissed in my ear, his breath hot and ragged, full of dark obsession. “Look at you, bunny. So desperate already. Your pretty little clit is throbbing for me. Your hips are grinding like a needy slut even while you fight it. Wa

AdrianI woke up slowly, my body heavy and my mind foggy from the fever and the injection. The room was dimly lit, morning light filtering through heavy curtains. The first thing I felt was his gaze.Adrian was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me with those dark, obsessive eyes that never seemed to blink. He looked like he hadn’t slept at all- shirt unbuttoned, hair messy, but still radiating that dangerous, powerful energy. The intensity of his stare made my skin prickle. I tried to pull away instinctively, scooting back against the pillows, but the movement made my head throb.“Don’t,” I whispered, voice hoarse. “Stay away from me.”His lips curved into that familiar, predatory smirk. “Good morning, wife. You look beautiful even when you’re trying to run from me in your sleep.”I glared at him, defiance rising through the exhaustion. “I’m not your wife. This marriage is a joke. A forced nightmare. I want nothing from you.”He chuckled lowly, the sound sending unwanted shive