All Chapters of Forcefully Wedded, Ruthlessly Loved By The Billionaire Mafia: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Leila’s point of viewDinner here was usually a quiet affair, no loudness, no chaos. This wasn’t the kind of household where people talked over each other or left the television running in the background or allowed phones at the table. Father had rules, non-negotiable rules.Roberto and I will be going back to our dorms this weekend, the break was over and we need to get back inside the walls of Obsidian Academy. The university wasn’t just an ordinary institution in Switzerliss, it was an institute for Mafia heirs. It was full of the children of powerful families learning how to inherit the worlds they had been born into as well as studying a course of their own choices or studying whatever their parents picked for them. Obsidian was impressive in its own way, cold and beautiful, it was heavily secured and the drive from the De’ Luca’s estate down there takes two to three hours. Both Roberto and I stayed in separate dormitories, I stay in the literature wing while Roberto stays in the

I had planned on including that in the message I was supposed to send to Bruno, but my father was faster. Ischavor wasn’t dead yet. His body was the only thing alive, he was legless and broken, kept alive specifically to suffer. Even with his current state, his legacy still stands. He has networks of people that continued operating without him. His people, the ones he joined formed alliance with quietly. They have been carefully reconstructing their intelligence picture of the De’ Luca’s family.They knew about Leila now, they knew she was beautiful and adored. They were aware of Obsidian, if I did not move now and stake my claim on what belongs to me, someone else would move first. Someone interested in taking her.I turned from the window and found my brother, leaning in the doorway.Zeth.He arrived without making a sound, the way he always did, a habit he developed over years of moving through spaces where silence was survival. Zeth was taller than me by two inches and broader acr

Kardor’s point of viewNothing worth taking is ever taken in haste.That was one of the first rule my father drilled into me before I was old enough to hold a blade.I was in my work room with Zeth, the long stone table between us was covered with maps. Obsidian’s letter of acceptance had been sent two days ago. The selection of men who would accompany us was nearly finalized, twelve of our best, chosen not for strength alone but for the specific combination of discipline and adaptability that an academic environment would require.Zeth carefully handled the selection process and he didn’t keep quiet about what he thought of everything.“You are sending warriors to a university.” He said for the umpteenth time today, moving a pin on the map with two fingers.“I am sending warriors to train students.” I replied. “There is a distinction and this grants us access to the girl without requiring us to breach her father’s territory uninvited. It makes it easy for us to take her away if her f

Bruno’s point of viewI should have kept walking, that was what every reasonable part of me said as I walked through the hallway outside the chamber. Isabella was already ahead, her steps measured and deliberate, putting distance between herself and the chamber as if she just looked at something she needed to look at and was done looking at it.I should have followed her, instead I stopped. The boy was in the corridor. He was standing far away from me with his mother, probably waiting to be escorted back to wherever they were kept.He looked up when I stopped and our eyes met for the second time and this second time was worse than the first because people were present the first time.But this time it was just me, a hallway, him and nineteen years of absence between us. His mother saw me stop, she immediately lowered her eyes with the practiced reflex of a woman who had learned to make herself small when significant men were nearby. She put her hand on the boy’s arm protectively, tryin

Leila’s point of viewI didn’t get to imagine how today would be, I didn’t even know this specific moment was coming until a few days ago when Kira walked into Roberto’s dormitory with a printed notice.The cold hit differently at this hour, it was seven in the morning and the Obsidian air hasn’t decided to be generous about it, the cold was cutting through the training clothes I was wearing. The Obsidian morning was doing what it does regardless of the season. Around me, the selected students stood in different positions of the training ground.We were all waiting for the men from the Blood Kingdom, the barbarians with the sick traditions, I feel so bad for their women. I would rather be a tiny bird than be born into such traditions.I stood beside Roberto, who kept shifting his weight from foot to foot in a way that showed he was nervous. Honestly, Roberto wasn’t cut out for a training like this, I’m sure he just wants to stay in bed and sleep.Suddenly, everywhere became almost qui