FORCED MARRIAGE TO MY MAFIA EX-BOYFRIEND のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

FIORELLA’S POVI felt warmth on my face before opening my eyes. It took me a few blinks to realize I wasn’t in my bedroom. I sat up, the memory of last night and that morning rushing back to me, along with the familiar dread of not knowing what Rhys had planned. At this rate, I was going to give myself a heart attack just worrying about what he would do to me next.Rhys had manipulated me into giving him something last night, but I still had no idea what it was.I rubbed my eyes and took a good look around the room.Dark wood, gold accents, and floor-to-ceiling windows gave the room the feel of an old royal estate dragged into the modern era. Everything looked luxurious.I got out of bed and walked out of the room. There, I bumped into two maids dressed in ridiculously short uniforms. One was tall and slender, and the second woman was short and curvier, with honey-blonde hair. “Good evening, ma’am,” they greeted.I glanced at the tall window by the in-house balcony. Right.Eve

FIORELLA’S POVRhys pressed the doorbell and stood back. The silence between us was tense. We waited for what felt like hours but it was only a few minutes before the door opened. Gabrielle stepped out, her expression lighting up when she saw me. It was good to see her again.She looked different from the last time I saw her—glowing, even. The shadows that used to linger behind her eyes were gone, replaced by an ease that hadn’t been there before.Happiness suited her.“Oh, it’s been a while, Fiorella,” she said, pulling me into a hug. “You haven’t been responding to my text since yesterday.”There was a reason for that.But I couldn’t tell her. Instead, I said, “It’s a long story. Can we come in?”She stepped aside. “Of course.”I walked into the house, overhearing her questioning Rhys about his disappearance. Damon came down the stairs just as they stepped inside.His expression was as unreadable as ever, but the moment his eyes landed on his brother, his jaw tightened.“You

FIORELLA’S POV“Go, on,” Rhys urged. “Tell me who it was.”If only he knew. God, if you could hear me right now, this would be the best time to kill me. Shame crawled over my skin like a second layer.I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this embarrassed.I wiggled my hand out of his hold. “No one.”His mouth curved into that annoying smirk. “Hmm. You sounded almost pathetic. Just how I like it.”I looked away from him, hating the strange flutter that settled low in my stomach. I refused to acknowledge what his words stirred inside me. “It was no one,” I said, still looking away from him. “And you’re a pervert for watching someone in their private moments.”He grabbed my chin and lifted my face to his. “You’re the pervert for touching yourself in front of an audience.”“I was asleep,” I retorted. “And you’ve been gone for almost two days. I didn’t know you were sitting there.”He let go of my chin. “If you say so,” he said, then stepped back to the couch to put on his shir

FIORELLA’S POVThe music faded behind us as we stepped out of the building through the back. Nate’s car was parked a short distance away, and that immediately set off alarm bells in my head. He was the only person conveniently parked behind the building.He tugged my hand. “Hurry and get in the car.”My instincts were screaming at me not to, but what choice did I have? We reached the car and Nate opened the door, gesturing at me to get in. “My gun,” I demanded. He narrowed his eyes at me. “Don’t you trust me?”I’d had enough already. “You know what?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest. “No, I don’t. Yes, we went out once but I don’t even know you. So hand over my gun.”Hurt flashed across his face. But I didn’t regret my words. I held a hand out. “Give it back, Nate.”He passed the gun to me. “I was only trying to help. But it’s fine. I understand why you wouldn’t trust me.”I finally felt safe when the gun was back in my hand. “I can give you a ride back to town if yo

FIORELLA’S POVIt was already dawn when we got back to the estate.I told Rhys everything that had happened, and he left afterward, leaving me alone with the maids.They immediately began bombarding me with wedding details I had missed over the last two days.I hated every second of it.I was freshly traumatized and still reeling from everything that had happened. I was too distracted to concentrate on anything.I couldn’t eat with the gory images still playing in my head.“You still haven’t made your choice for the wedding dress, Donna,” Giulia said, turning the pages for me. “Do you want lace or satin? Do you prefer a ball gown or something that hugs the curves?”I sighed and massaged my forehead. Not this bullshit again.A migraine had settled on top of my left eyebrow, refusing to budge no matter how much water I drank. I lifted my eyes to hers. “I’m sure anyone you pick will be fine. Skip to the next thing on the itinerary.”Giulia exchanged glances with Mariah, then turned bac