All Chapters of Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother : Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

The heavy wood banged hard against the wall.Viola stumbled backward, tripping over the rug, barely catching her balance as she scrambled into the living room.A tall man in a tailored charcoal suit stepped through the shattered doorway, stepping over the broken brass lock. He had sharp, aristocratic features, dark brown hair swept back, and pale green eyes that fixed onto her with cold, mocking amusement.Behind him, four armed men in black tactical gear poured into the foyer, silenced pistols raised.Viola’s heart leaped into her throat. Pure terror seized her limbs.She turned on her heel, aiming to bolt toward the stairs, toward the bedroom where the phone was sitting on the nightstand—Two of the armed men lunged forward, cutting off her path.Heavy, gloved hands caught her roughly by both arms, twisting her around and pinning her against the wall beside the staircase."Let go of me!" Viola shrieked, thrashing against their grip, her boots kicking out against their shins. "Let go

The air vanished from Viola’s lungs.All the remaining color drained from her face, leaving her ghost-white. Her lips parted in sheer horror."What?" Viola choked out, her voice trembling violently as she took an unsteady step forward. "No... no, Mother, please. You can't do this to me. You can't marry me off!"Octavia didn't even pause. She completely ignored Viola's desperate plea, turning toward the door with an icy flick of her wrists, stepping out into the hallway without a single backward glance.The door shut, leaving Vanessa leaning against the frame.Vanessa crossed her bare, manicured arms over her shimmering silver cocktail dress, tilting her head with a cruel, satisfied smirk."Tough luck, little sister," Vanessa drawled, her pale blue eyes gleaming. "You really shouldn't have run."Viola pressed the back of her hand against her split lip, wiping away a smear of red. She looked at her sister—the girl she had

The sound of a live orchestra and hundreds of mingling voices grew louder with every step.Octavia was waiting by the arched entrance to the grand ballroom. The moment Viola stepped up, her mother reached out and pinched the skin of Viola’s arm with brutal force, her painted nails digging in deep."Smile politely," Octavia murmured through a practiced, socialite smile. "If you try to embarrass me, I swear to God, Viola, you will never see tomorrow's sun. Don't test me tonight."Viola pulled her arm free with quiet resistance, stepping into the massive, glittering ballroom.The room was vast and suffocating. Grand crystal chandeliers hung from high ceilings, illuminating politicians, European elites, and the most dangerous men of the underworld. Waiters carried silver trays of champagne through the crowd, and laughter echoed off the gilded walls.Viola kept her hands clasped tightly against her silk skirt, her violet eyes scanning frantica

Vanessa laughed softly, a sound full of venom. "You are nothing to him. Absolutely nothing."Viola didn't hear the rest of the words. Her eyes were fixed on the stage.On the stage, Sebastian took a small velvet box from his jacket pocket.He slid a heavy, flawless emerald-cut diamond ring onto Alessandra’s finger.For a brief, fleeting heartbeat, Sebastian’s eyes flicked over the clapping crowd, finding Viola again.Their eyes met through the sea of cheering people.Viola’s lips parted in silent agony. Please, her heart screamed. Please tell me this is a lie.Sebastian broke the contact, his jaw tight, his expression entirely stone. He bent his head slightly and brushed a formal kiss against Alessandra’s cheek as the crowd cheered louder.Viola’s knees gave out.She caught herself on a marble pillar, her entire body shaking violently. Tears spilled hot and fast down her cheeks, ruining the makeup they

Viola lost track of the hours she spent curled on the bed.The muffled music from the grand ballroom stopped long ago, leaving the estate wrapped in a suffocating, hollow quiet. Her throat burned, raw and dry from hours of silent sobbing into the thin pillow, until no tears were left to spill.Slowly, she pushed herself up on the mattress.The room was pitch-black, save for the faint silver moonlight cutting through the grimy windowpane. She wiped the crust of dried salt from her cheeks with the back of her wrist, her chest still hitching with occasional, involuntary shudders.Her fingers moved down to her lower stomach.The slip was thin, and her palm felt warm against the skin beneath it. She pressed her hand flat, holding the small, fragile reality close to herself."I won't let anything happen to you," she whispered into the darkness, her voice barely a rasp. "We're leaving. I promise. We are getting away from here."She sat there for another minute, letting the determination sett