All Chapters of Forcefully Wedded, Ruthlessly Loved By The Billionaire Mafia: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Isabella’s point of viewI left before the men returned, Bruno had brushed his thumb on my cheek and assured me.“I will come to you,” he had said.I almost told him I loved him, the words hovered at the back of my throat but something held them there, fear of being rejected or was it my pride.The hallway felt too long and quiet, that I couldn’t wait to get to the next intersection, at least the guards hanging around that side would escort me down to the wing if I asked. It was starting to feel chilly and I was just somehow uncomfortable. There was this strong urge to go back to Bruno’s arm but he already assured me he will come to me.The estate always has sound, distant footsteps, low murmurs, doors opening and closing, the faint hum of the security systems. But this hallway felt padded, it was like the walls were holding their breath.I wrapped my arms around myself, not only from cold but from the strange unease crawling up my spine.Pregnant.That word vibrated in my head, what

Isabella’s point of viewSomehow time had become meaningless, there were no windows in the room so I couldn’t even tell what hour it was.It was just the dim bulb overhead that flickered like it might die at any moment and the heavy silence that made every second stretch into eternity. My wrists burned where the ropes dug into my skin, every movement reminded me I was completely trapped. My throat was completely dry, I haven’t tasted food or water and these were not my concern. I just wanted to leave here, I keep staring at the door, hoping and wishing Bruno would just barge in through the door and rescue me.Right now I feel like a character in a novel but this isn’t fiction, this is fucking real and I’m no fucking character. I raised my head up staring at the ceiling full of cobwebs, my eyes were burning with unshed tears, I wanted to cry, to scream. Every time something good is about to happen to me, then everything goes all wrong.My mom died during labor, I’ve always wanted a bro

Isabella’s point of viewMy ears rang at his statement, the words echoed in the room long after he said them. My stomach twisted violently and I bent forward, retching onto the floor even though there was nothing left inside me. Only dry heaves and it was painful, it made my stomach hurt.Tears streamed endlessly down my face, dripping on the floor. He sighed like a mildly inconvenienced man.“Such dramatic reactions. “ The bastard said, yawning.My lips wobbled, my throat burned and my mind kept replaying the images. Young Bruno, small and terrified. The way he had flinched at every touch, the way he had looked like he wanted to disappear. And the worst part of it was the moment he stopped fighting. I shut my eyes tightly like that could erase the images in my memory. But it was already carved into my mind.He didn’t only groom Bruno, he broke him.“You are a monster and you shouldn’t exist on earth, you should die a shameless death and rot like the carcass of a pig. You’re disgustin

Bruno’s point of viewIt’s been two weeks. Fourteen fucking days! Three hundred and thirty six hours! And there was still nothing, no calls, no messages, no movement. There was literally no sign of him, it was like Ischavor vanished off the surface of the earth like a freaking ghost.I’m so tired and frustrated, everything I was doing wasn’t working. I’ve never felt so tired the way I am right now, I just wanted to die and be gone from this world. I crave peace so badly but the only thing I keep getting is chaos. If you ever wonder if there was a human in this world who has never known peace, Bruno is his name.I don’t even know what it feels like to have that type of peace that makes no sense. I stood in the control room, staring at the wall of screens, though there was nothing new to see. The same camera feeds, the same empty hallways, the same useless footage that had been replayed hundreds of times. My men had searched everywhere, the ports, the airstrips, private routes across th

Bruno’s point of viewThe Blood Mafia’s territory did not look like a criminal empire, it looked like a kingdom. Massive stone walls surrounded the fortress, the gates alone were tall enough and made from black iron etched with ancient symbols that looked older than the country itself. Wolves and ravens were carved into pillars. The guards standing outside were giants of men, scarred, tattooed and armed with weapons that looked less ceremonial and more like tools meant to break bones.Tiano told them the password the Blood King gave us, the gate opened and I felt it immediately. This place was different, inside the gates, the world changed. We parked the car behind the other cars as we were directed. Then two huge men led us inside, marble floors stretched through long halls, gold chandeliers illuminated everywhere. The ceilings arched high like a cathedral, this was not simply a mafia home, it was a dynasty. Every part screams royalty, servants moved quietly through the halls, head lo