Chapter 51 | A Threat

AdrianThe room was a cage disguised as luxury. Silk sheets that mocked my freedom. Crystal lamps that lit up my despair like spotlights on a prisoner. I paced like a trapped animal, chest heaving, fists clenched until my nails bit into my palms, drawing tiny crescents of pain that grounded me.How did it come to this? One stupid night in a club, one moment of weakness, and now I was the “wife” - no, the WIFE- of Adrian Valente, the mafia king who thought he could own me like a pretty trinket on his shelf.Rage boiled over. I screamed, raw and furious, grabbing a porcelain vase from the nightstand and hurling it at the wall. It shattered with a satisfying crash, shards scattering like my broken life.“I won’t stay here!” I yelled to no one, voice echoing off the high ceilings. “I won’t let you control me!”Another lamp crashed. A heavy book from the shelf thudded against the door. I wanted to escape. I would escape. My uncle had run previously , hadn’t he? Disappeared into the shadow

Chapter 52 | She Is Gone

AdrianThe study smelled of leather, gun oil, and the rage I was barely keeping leashed.Nicholas and Dante stood across from my desk with their arms folded, their expressions carefully neutral in that infuriating way that always made them look like they knew something I didn’t. The Russians’ message lay open between us, the paper still flecked with dried blood.They wanted Grace.My wife.The woman I had bought, broken, and married in the span of days. The one whose fire made my blood burn hotter than any war ever could. I stared at the bloody letter they had sent. The words were clear: Trade the girl or the war escalates. We want Grace Valente.My fingers curled around the glass of whiskey so hard the crystal groaned in protest. Nicholas broke the silence first. “They swear no permanent harm. Just a bargaining chip to end the feud.”I didn’t answer. Just drained the whiskey in one burning swallow, the liquid doing nothing to cool the inferno raging inside me.Dante exhaled through

Chapter 53 | Over My Dead Body

GraceThe closet smelled of cedar and expensive leather, suffocating, like the house itself was trying to swallow me whole.I was curled into the tiniest cupboard at the very back of Adrian’s walk-in wardrobe, knees to chest and spine pressed against rows of polished shoes that probably cost more than my entire life. My breath came in shallow, terrified puffs. I had to stay silent. I had to disappear. In my shaking fingers was a maid’s phone, an old model I’d palmed from Maria’s apron pocket when she’d bent to pick up the shattered tray I’d thrown. The screen glowed faintly in the darkness, casting ghostly light over my tear-streaked face. Footsteps echoed outside. Voices, rapid Italian.“She can’t have gone far!”“Check the balconies again!”“Signore will kill us if we don’t find her!”I bit down on my lip until I tasted blood. They wouldn’t look here. No one would think to crawl into this cramped little space barely big enough for a child. I was safe. For now.My thumb flew over t

All Chapters of Bound To The Mafia King : Chapter 51 - Chapter 53

Chapter 51 | A Threat

Chapter 52 | She Is Gone

Chapter 53 | Over My Dead Body