All Chapters of Forcefully Wedded, Ruthlessly Loved By The Billionaire Mafia: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Bruno’s point of viewI knew she heard everything the second I stepped out and saw her on the floor barefooted, looking pale with her eyes wide open. That look wasn’t confusion or anger. I just relieved the huge burden that has been weighing down my heart and she heard every single thing.If it was someone else, they would have been dead by now but I just couldn’t bring myself to hurting her. What’s happening to me.She walked away after she threatened to care for me like I was something fragile, I went back into the caution room, Dimitri was still standing by the window.“She heard everything?” He asked.“Yes.” I replied, falling straight to the sofa closest to him.He looked at me as if he was waiting for me to say something else, but I just stared at him without saying anything.“And?” He gave me a look that depicts, go ahead I’m waiting.“She won’t look at you the same way again.” He added.“I don’t need her to,”“Your past is no longer yours alone. Secrets rot when exposed to lig

Isabella’s point of viewBruno had an important meeting to attend to last night so I was left alone in the room, I didn’t sleep last night because I stayed all night reading a new book that has no HEA, this book was literally saddening. I think I need therapy because I am still feeling the after effect of this book. I keep bawling my eyes whenever I remember Leila lost Hermes too, even though Hermes hated her right from the beginning.That girl went through a lot, imagine losing your best friend and twin brother on the same day, then your mother a few weeks after. Then the worst of it, your best friend last wish is for you to marry her brother who hates you and thinks his sister’s death is all your fault. After so many years of back and forth, love came in and so did death.Death! Death has the coldest grip, it takes and never returns. I look back at everyone I’ve lost to the cold hands of death, my mother, Miguel, Diego.Hermes death just brought painful memories, a very familiar pai

🌶️🍆Isabella’s point of viewI didn’t mean to turn him on, just wanted to relieve him of whatever was bothering his mind, my aim was to distract him. I didn’t expect him to lift me like that, to look at me the way he was looking at me now.He looked like a hungry predator and I was the prey. My back hit the wall with a soft thud as he held me up, my heart was racing so hard I could hear it in my ears.I felt kind of exposed, not just because I was naked beneath the dress but because I could feel how bad he wants me and how much I wanted him to want me.His lips descended on mine like he was claiming territory, swallowing every sound I made. His hand was still firmly pressed to my thigh, I tugged at his hair and he groaned against my mouth.His hand slid upward, higher till his fingers brushed bare skin, then he caressed where he spanked.He slowly pulled his mouth away from mine, his breathing was heavier now and his eyes darker.“You are not wearing panties,” he said, his voice rou

PS: Not related, I was really sad when I wrote this chapter. I hope my mood and emotions didn't ruin the effect, because I really tried to make sure it didn't.Bruno’s point of view Zurich was worried about liquidity delays, while Milan wanted reassurance. Two captains were asking if the dock issue was temporary or the beginning of something worse.I answered each message with precision, calmness and control. No one needed to smell instability, not in my empire.Isabella shifted in her sleep, her hand sliding across my stomach unconsciously. Even asleep, she gravitated toward me.This woman was dangerous, I glanced down at her, she looked peaceful compared to the calculations running through my head.I sighed and went back to work, Ischavor doesn’t impound cargo unless he wants a reaction from me, he wants me frustrated so I could react recklessly. But that won’t happen.I sent a secured message to Salvatore.Me: Increase surveillance at the eastern routes. Quietly Double-check inter

Isabella’s point of viewThree weeks.That was how long it has been since the last conversation we had in the hallway.Three weeks since he said we should take a break.Three weeks since he stopped sleeping in our room. Not like he said it like a goodbye, neither did he look angry. He looked resolved like a man who chose discipline over desire or a man who decides to cut off a limb before infection spreads and do more damages.He hasn’t been back to the bed, not even once. But he hasn’t left me either. That’s the confusing part, every morning Kai knocks softly and brings food.“Boss said you have to finish it.”Every afternoon Kai brings more food and fresh fruit, then at night he brings soups. I was being treated like I am fragile. As if I might disappear if not fed properly.He doesn’t come himself, but he makes sure I eat. He was taking care of me from a distance though I would have preferred him doing it close. He was fucking avoiding me like a plague.Therapy hasn’t stopped. The