All Chapters of Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The entire estate was suffocatingly loud. Every hurried footstep in the halls, every delivery of flowers, and every shouted order from the staff was a sickening reminder of the day she had been dreading. Tomorrow was the engagement.For the past two days, the halls had been filled with caterers, florists, and guards. And for the entire forty-eight hours, her mother had not given Viola a single second to breathe. She had dragged Viola to church to pray for a pure, dutiful union, pulling her aside constantly to whisper harsh threats. Keep your head down. Do not make eye contact with his guests. Do not embarrass me.Viola had spent the whole time in a state of sheer panic. She actively hid in empty rooms and took the back stairs just to avoid Sebastian. She ran the other way if she even heard his footsteps. She couldn't face him.Now, she stood in the main foyer, staring blankly at the marble floor as her mother finalized the floral arrangements.A guard suddenly stepped into the hall. "

Viola stared blindly into the large vanity mirror. She didn't recognize the girl staring back at her.Her skin still felt raw from the aggressive scrubbing at the high-end salon her mother had forced her into that morning. Now, sitting in her bedroom, a hired stylist pulled her hair back into an elaborate, painful twist, securing it with sharp bobby pins that scraped her scalp. Her lips were painted a soft pink, her eyelashes darkened, her cheeks dusted with powder.She looked like an expensive doll. A pristine sacrifice prepared for the slaughter.She hadn't slept a single second last night. After her mother had left her on the floor, Viola spent the whole night pacing the length of her room, her chest tight with blind panic. She had cried until her throat was raw, desperately trying to think of a way out.She had thought about running. She stared at the window, imagining slipping out into the dark. But the harsh reality had crushed that hope instantly. The estate was heavily guarded

"Please help me." The words hung in the quiet room, fragile and desperate. Sebastian didn’t move. He stood by the large windows, his broad back blocking the pale afternoon light. He slowly brought the cigarette to his lips, took a long drag, and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke into the air. He turned his head slightly, his amber eyes settling on her shaking frame. He slowly raised a dark eyebrow. "Help you?" he repeated. His rough voice was completely flat, devoid of any sympathy. Viola’s chest heaved. The cool indifference in his stare made her stomach twist, but she couldn't stop now. She took a shaky step forward, closing a tiny fraction of the distance between them. "I don't want this marriage," she pleaded, the words tumbling out raw and broken. Her hands gripped the expensive silk of her dress so hard her knuckles turned stark white. "Please. I can't do it. I won't survive him." Her voice broke off into a trembling gasp. She stood there in the quiet room, completely at his

And then, she saw him. The heavy atmosphere in the room seemed to shift all at once. The loud chatter near the grand staircase began to quietly die down as the crowd naturally parted. Sebastian was descending the stairs. He didn't walk; he moved with the absolute, dominating authority of a king surveying his empire. He was wearing the same crisp black shirt from his suite, looking flawlessly lethal. Two men walked closely behind him. Viola recognized Mateo instantly, but her eyes nervously flicked to the second man—a massive, silent, terrifying enforcer she had seen trailing Sebastian before, though she didn't know his name. The moment Sebastian reached the bottom of the stairs, his dark gaze cut straight through the crowd and locked directly onto Giovanni. Giovanni saw him. A challenging, arrogant smirk touched the Italian heir's lips, and he immediately pulled Viola even closer against his side to mark his territory. Sebastian’s steps slowed as he approached them. His str

The door opened. The same massive man stood in the doorway. He looked at her huddled on the floor."Come," he said bluntly. "Let's go."Viola slowly pushed herself up on her shaking legs. She looked at him, terrified of what she was going to walk out to. She swallowed the lump in her throat, gathering every ounce of her courage."What..." her voice cracked. "What is going on?"He just grunted, turning his back to her and walking down the hall.Viola had no choice. She followed him out of the corridor and back toward the main doors of the ballroom.The heavy smell of copper hit her the second she walked in.She stopped breathing. The beautiful room was destroyed. Tables were overturned, glass covered the floor, and bodies lay completely still in pools of dark blood.Viola’s stomach turned as she looked at the faces of the dead. She recognized them. They were the Italian men Giovanni had stationed at her mansion, the ones he sent to watch her every move. Now, they were scattered across