All Chapters of FORCED MARRIAGE TO MY MAFIA EX-BOYFRIEND: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

FIORELLA’S POV PRESENT With a sigh, I locked the restaurant and stood back to stare at the CLOSED sign. It had taken almost four years of planning, sleepless nights, and more tears than I would ever admit, but I had finally fulfilled my dream of opening my own restaurant. And just in time for my thirty-third birthday soon. Assuming my father didn’t ruin it first. It had been years since he kicked my mother and me out of the house, so whatever he wanted couldn’t be good. I stopped a cab and gave the driver directions to the place I never thought I’d return to. During the ride, I considered turning back numerous times. Papa was an excuse for a father, and my stepmother had somehow sunk her claws so deep into him that he abandoned his first and only biological child without a second thought. He loved her children more than he had ever loved me. So, naturally, I wasn’t exactly thrilled when his office called to request my presence. He didn’t even have the decency

FIORELLA’S POVMy mother used to say the man you meet at nineteen will hurt you most. Unfortunately for me, I met two.One was dead.And the other was sitting beside me. The drive was quiet except for the sound of my harsh breathing. Rhys stared out the window, not bothering to spare me a glance while Vani sat in the front passenger seat.The door beside me was locked, and there was no possible escape. I turned to look at Rhys. “Can we talk?”A muscle twitched in his jaw but he didn’t respond. The car slowly pulled up to a warehouse. Rhys got out first, then opened my side of the car and grabbed my arm, dragging me out roughly. I struggled against his hold to no avail. “Let me go.”He didn’t. He dragged me with him as we approached a white van a few yards away. A few men stepped out of the building with guns in their hands, all of them looking like they had crawled straight out of a crime film.He finally let me go. I glanced around, searching for any escape routes. There w

FIORELLA’S POVPROPERTY OF DON RHYSI stared at the fresh tattoo on my waist in the mirror hung on the wall of the office, rage brimming inside of me. The tattooed skin still burned. Yes, I was no stranger to ink—the tattoos on my body were proof of that—but having him tatted on my body without my permission made me see red. Behind me, Rhys sat lazily on the edge of the bed, watching my reaction like he was admiring his handiwork. He even had the audacity to make the lettering elegant. “You’re insane,” I whispered again, my voice trembling with fury this time instead of fear.Rhys didn’t look remorseful in the slightest. “You keep saying that like it’s news.”I tore my eyes away from the mirror and turned to face him. “You branded me like an animal.”“I don’t care how it makes you feel if that’s why you’re mad,” he said. “I’m thinking of the placement for your next tattoo.”My stomach twisted violently.The worst part was how calm he looked about it all.Like forcing me into mar

FIORELLA’S POV I ran down the street, my heart dropping into my stomach. But when I glanced back at Mr. Ghost, he wasn’t chasing me. He stood there, his hands still in his pockets and his posture unbothered. I dialed Gabrielle’s number and pressed my phone to my ear, still running like the devil was on my heels. It went straight to voicemail. I hung up, swearing under my breath as I dialed the emergency number next. It rang for a few seconds before a voice came through. “Emergenza. Qual è la sua emergenza?” I glanced back once more. To my shock, the tall figure had already closed half the distance between us, and he still wasn’t running. My heart fell. With a loud shriek, I moved faster towards the trees at the back of the houses. My phone slipped out of my hold but I didn’t stop to pick it up. I vaulted over a low fence and darted between the houses as I ran straight into the woods behind them. Branches scraped against my body as I pushed throu

FIORELLA’S POVMy heart skipped a beat. The waiter returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses, luckily, giving me enough time to gather my thoughts. Rhys motioned for him to leave when he attempted to open the bottle. As soon as we were alone, Rhys opened it himself and poured the contents into the glasses. I lifted mine and drank everything in one go to build up my courage. Rhys didn’t complain. He just refilled my glass. “You haven’t answered my question,” he said. I took a long sip of wine. “The waiter interrupted me.”“He’s gone now.”I turned away from him and stared at nothing in particular. “It’s none of your concern.”“That doesn’t answer the question.”I still didn’t look at him. “I don’t want to.”I didn’t like talking about the past, and definitely not with him, but I couldn’t help but wonder why he was suddenly so interested fourteen years later.He never cared after the day by the lake. I couldn’t trust his intentions. The truth was on my tongue, but I chang