All Chapters of Forced To Be The Mafia's Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The sight of Anatoly trembled Nadia deep in her bones. She wiped her eyes again and she started shivering from being drenched up with an ice cold water. She swallowed every thirty seconds because her mind was exploding with fear and worry. “You're still asleep by this hour?” Anatoly demanded. “Are you a fucking princess who needs to be told?” Nadia shifted in her place on the bed. She quickly shook her head and felt the droplets of water fall and touch her arms. “P-please forgive me, sir. I'll... remember that next time.” “Listen to me, you dirty tramp!” Anatoly towered above her, grabbed her arm and yanked her up. Nadia's eyes widened in fear. Her heart racing that her ears could hear the drumming of her own heart in her chest. Her body trembled and her facial muscles flinched, thinking he would raise his hand at her again like last night. “This isn't your fucking palace! Over here, only my rules go. Only I decide what is to be done around here. So don't think you are going to be

Nadia had thought she had heard wrong. Her eyes stared at Anatoly for a minute. She blinked and inhaled.“W-what?....”Anatoly took another step toward her, closing up the distance between the two of them. His strong cologne knocked Nadia off balance, but she tried to not seem weak in front of him. “Another thing I hate apart from being seen as an idiot, is having to repeat myself.” Anatoly spoke, his lips close to her nose and his warm breath swirling in through her nostrils.“If you want your family to remain safe from me. Especially your idiot of a brother. I know little about him but it won't take me up to ten minutes for my team to dig up every fucking information about him. About his businesses over here and abroad, his wife's social gatherings and of course, those two brats he has for sons.”Nadia's blood ran cold. She felt her whole body growing numb from the inside. Her eyes constantly watered. What had she done so wrong that fate had chosen to pair her up with a selfish and

For over two hours, Nadia remained where she was, still seated on the floor, with her back against the door of her bedroom. Her eyes were as pale as a ghost and her hair was a little rough on the sides. Her face all blotchy and her cheeks fully dark pink from the exhaustion of having cried her eyes out for hours. Nadia stared into space for hours on end, contemplating and looking back on her life so far. After her parents' death, she'd thought she would be happy and though she believed she was, in the protection of her uncle, it turned out to all be one big ploy. Hers was just a charity case for her uncle to feast on in order to build his career further up in the political race. Nadia couldn't help but wonder where she would have been after her uncle had decided to completely abandon her with nothing. Where would she go? She knew Nathaniel wouldn't take her in and she would have to start from the bottom. Nadia didn't know much about anything domestically. She only knew about books,

Nadia had the exact same nightmares again - being stripped to the bed like her arms and legs were all being tied up, restricting her movements. And that same tall shadow always came back again to climb on top of her, and to do what he wanted with her. His Cologne always had that exact intense woody scent that made Nadia scared but couldn't scream out for help. She woke up in a cold sweat, all over her face, as usual, in the middle of the night. The same routine as always, but this time Nadia made sure to set an alarm. She didn't want to have a bucket of ice cold water thrown on her again. She was lucky that it didn't cause her to get a fever because then it would've been double the trouble for her as she was already feeling weighed down by simply living in the mansion. The alarm woke Nadia up right at dawn, just when the sun was about to rise. She hurriedly took a shower and wore something quite simple and long. Most of her dresses were always long because she'd always wanted to cove

Anatoly was seated in his office, both of his elbows firmly on his desk and his tightened white knuckles clasping and crushing each other as he pondered hard on what had occurred at the breakfast table. It had been more than two hours since he'd entered his office and he couldn't concentrate on doing anything. His mind was all raged up, because he couldn't hurt her physically and make her bleed with tears. It still bothered him that Nadia didn't shed a tear before he left. He couldn't inflict pain on her that morning before leaving for the office either. His jaw was hard and tightened and his entire facial muscles hardened as well as he stared at nothing. He so wanted to hurt her and make her cry. He realized that bringing a woman into his bed at night didn't work on his new wife. In fact, on the contrary, she felt quite the opposite - she wasn't bothered at all nor offended that he had already brought women home for the past two nights in a row. He wasn't at all proud of his conqu