Alle Kapitel von The Queen's War (Book one of The Mafia Throne): Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

It’s been a month since Arabelle got married to Dante. Every day of that month had left her more confused than the last. She expected many things from him—violence, dominance, demands.Men like Dante didn’t ask, they took without consent. At least… that’s what she believed.But instead, Dante had done the exact opposite.He hadn’t touched her.Not once.Not even on the night she arrived in his mansion wearing the dress her father forced her to wear.He never tried to kiss her, never tried to pull her into his bed, never used his authority to claim rights that technically belonged to him.Arabelle hated Dante without no reason, she reminded herself of that every day—but even hatred had started to feel too simple. Too convenient.Because she saw things now… things she didn’t see the first week.Like how he always walk behind her in crowded rooms with hand on her waist guarding her. How he pretended not to notice when she watched him from across the dining table, but he slowed his moveme

The war room was thick with tension when Dante walked in. His expression was cold , making every man in the room shift in his presence.The low murmur of conversation died the moment Dante entered.He didn't greet anyone. Didn't acknowledge the room. Just walked to the head of the table, sat on his arm chair and placed his legs atop each other on the table, eyes fixed on them all with a look that could cut glass."Report." His voice was flat. Cold. All business.Massimo stepped forward, sliding a tablet across to him."The convoy was hit at 2:17 AM on Route 7. Three trucks. Fifteen guards." He paused. "They knew exactly where to hit us. Timed it perfectly, right between security checkpoints."Dante's jaw tightened, but his expression remained unreadable. "How many of our men?""Seven dead. Four injured, two critical. Two missing."The room went quieter, if that was possible.Dante's eyes flicked up. "Names."Massimo rattled them off, each name landing like a stone. "Gianni Russo. Marc

Arabelle stopped her bike at full speed in front of Oaks island at 6:55pm. She was very curious as to how Lucia got the news about her father. She has been unable to contact her after her marriage and all of a sudden a message from her came in.She took off her helmet holding by her side and got off the bike walking into the bar. She scanned the whole room searching for Lucia but didn't see her until a waiter came to meet her.“You must be Arabelle right?”“Yes. How…”“Please follow me.” The waiter smiled and led her through different doors on the hallway till they stopped at a particular one. “She's in here.” He said and pushed the door open for her.As she stepped inside, she saw Lucia sitting on the sofa facing the door, legs atop each other with her head tilted back, eyes closed and a glass of tequila in her hand.“Long time no see Arabelle.” She said smoothly and placed her legs down leaning forward to see her. “Lucia…” Arabelle whispered and rushed to hug her which Lucia allowe

The car was quiet except for the hum of the engine. Arabelle sat rigid, her fingers gripping the edge of the seat, every nerve alert. She couldn't stop thinking about Lucia's confession, about the lies, about what she felt—and what she hated herself for feeling.Dante didn't speak. He didn't need to. His presence alone pressed against her mind, and that scent, faint, dangerous, reminded her why she both resented and feared him.When they arrived, Dante held the door open, silently gesturing for her to step inside. The familiar mansion felt… different. Too quiet, too clean, too controlled—like a stage set for something she wasn't allowed to understand."Go up and change ," Dante said, his voice calm. "Dinner will be ready in an hour."Arabelle stopped mid-step and turned to face him. "Don't."He paused. "Don't what?""Don't act like this is normal. Like I'm here by choice." Her voice shook with barely contained fury. "Like you didn't drag me out of there like I'm some possession you ow

Arabelle closed the door to her room and leaned against it, finally allowing herself to breathe.The silence pressed in on her—heavy, suffocating. She could still hear his voice in her head, cold and cutting.*Just leave me alone, Arabelle. Do us both a favor and fuck off.*She pushed off the door and walked to the window, wrapping her arms around herself. The grounds were dark, peaceful, giving no indication of the storm raging inside these walls.What happened?One moment they'd been at dinner, surrounded by warmth and laughter. She'd watched him smile as Clara teased him. She'd seen the way his mother looked at him with such love, the way his family embraced her like she actually belonged.And then Giovanni had called him away.Arabelle turned from the window, pacing the length of her room.*What did his father say to him?*Giovanni had seemed pleasant enough during dinner—charming, even. But there had been something in his eyes when he'd looked at her. Something assessing. Like he