Semua Bab Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother : Bab 41 - Bab 50

The silver tray rattled faintly in Viola’s trembling hands. She stood outside the heavy double doors of the master suite, staring at the dark wood. It was past ten at night. Sebastian hadn't bothered to come down for the formal family dinner, leaving it to Viola to carry his food up to his room. Subconsciously, she lifted one hand from the tray, her fingertips lightly brushing against her throat. The thick diamond collar was a freezing, suffocating weight against her skin. It was far too tight, biting into her neck with every swallow—a heavy physical reminder of the nightmare closing in on her. She was dreading facing him. Not just because he looked right through her in the foyer earlier, but because the mortifying memory of the clumsy kiss she given him after the club still burned fresh in her mind. Taking a shaky breath, she pushed the heavy doors open and stepped inside. The suite was dimly lit. The heavy velvet curtains were drawn tight against the night glass, and the only li

Viola sat on the edge of the plush mattress, staring blankly at the beige patterned wallpaper of her new bedroom.She wasn't in her drafty, tiny room at the end of the hall anymore. Three days ago, her mother had abruptly moved her into one of the main guest suites in the east wing. It had a large bed, expensive furniture, and a private bathroom. But it wasn't an act of kindness. Giovanni’s personal guards had arrived at the estate under the official excuse of protecting the bride, and her mother refused to let the Italians see the shabby conditions her daughter usually lived in.But Viola knew the truth. Giovanni didn't trust her. He knew she didn't want this marriage, and these men were really here to make sure she didn't run away. Now, the heavy presence of the Italian guards filled the corridors. Everywhere Viola went, their eyes followed her, tracking her movements with creepy, lingering stares that made her skin crawl.She pulled her oversized cardigan tighter around her shoulde

Viola frowned in confusion. Dresses? She was supposed to pick out one cheap engagement dress. What was going on? Before she could ask, the attendants gently guided her into the massive, mirrored fitting room. When they handed her the first dress, Viola’s stomach dropped. It wasn't a engagement dress. It was a deep, blood-red silk gown with a plunging neckline. She had never worn anything like it in her life. She carefully slipped it on. Unlike Vanessa’s tall, lean model frame, Viola was shorter and much softer. She had a naturally curvy figure and a soft, slightly chubby tummy that she usually hid under oversized sweaters. But this dress hid nothing. It clung to her curves, highlighting the swell of her hips and the fullness of her chest. She felt completely exposed. But she didn't have a choice. "Ma'am, please step out," the attendant urged softly. Trembling, Viola walked out of the fitting room and stood on the small pedestal. Sebastian took a slow sip of his whiskey. The momen

The car ride back to the estate was agonizing. Viola sat rigidly against the passenger door, twisting her mother’s card between her fingers. She was terrified. If her mother saw that mountain of designer bags, she would assume Viola had begged him to buy them for her and punish her severely. But beyond just the fear of her mother, the sheer weight of what those dresses meant terrified her even more. She couldn't allow it. "I can't accept these," Viola whispered, breaking the heavy silence in the car. She looked at his sharp profile, her voice trembling but deeply desperate. "Please. I don't want it." Sebastian didn't even look at her. His eyes remained fixed on his phone, completely cold and unaffected by her rejection. When the SUV pulled up to the grand steps of the estate, Viola felt physically sick. Mateo opened her door. Before she could step out, Sebastian finally looked up. He gave a sharp, subtle nod to one of the guards standing near the trunk. The guard pulled out a sing

When another tear slipped down her pale cheek, his gaze dropped to her parted lips. Sebastian took a slow, deliberate step forward. His solid chest brushed against hers, the heat of his body completely wrapping around her. Panic flared in Viola’s chest as he tilted his head, lowering his face toward hers. He caught her chin, his large fingers holding her firmly in place so she couldn't look away. His lips brushed against the soft, flushed skin just beneath her eye. He parted his lips and slowly, deliberately sucked the hot, salty tear right off her cheek. The wet, lingering slide of his mouth against her delicate skin was agonizingly intimate—a dark, sensual taking that sent a violent shiver down her spine. Viola froze. All the air vanished from her lungs. Her heart thundered violently against her ribs. A hot, nervous flutter erupted in her stomach, clashing with the dark reality of his touch. She stood completely paralyzed until she felt the lingering heat of his lips pull