All Chapters of Bound to the mafia : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ava’s POVYesterday, Mum went into surgery. I’d spent the entire day with my nerves stretched so thin that every ring of my phone had made my heart jump into my throat. When Doctor Ray finally stepped out and told me the surgery had been successful, my knees had nearly given out beneath me. Relief had crashed through me so hard that I’d cried right there in the hospital corridor.Now it was time for me to pay by due diligence. Early this morning, Mr Michael arrived at my house and drove me straight to the penthouse.The moment I stepped inside, I froze. Stylists swarmed around the room, Makeup palettes were spread across marble counters, curling irons and garment bags hung neatly against the walls. Everyone seemed to be waiting for me.Before I could even fully process what was happening, I was ushered into a chair. For hours, hands worked on me.Soft brushes swept across my skin. Fingers pinned and twisted sections of my hair. The makeup artist tilted my chin this way and that, study

Ava’s POV By the time I stepped into my mother’s hospital room, the lights had been dimmed. The steady beep of the monitor filled the silence while pale moonlight spilled through the window. Mom was asleep. For a moment, I simply stood there. The tension that had been sitting on my shoulders all day loosened as I watched her chest rise and fall beneath the blanket. Just a few weeks ago, I had spent countless nights wondering if I’d lose her. Now the surgery was behind us. I walked over quietly and pulled the blanket higher around her shoulders. “Always kicking it off,” I whispered with a faint smile. Leaning down, I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. I had barely turned to leave when warm fingers wrapped around my wrist. My head snapped around. Mom was awake. Her tired eyes searched my face. “Ava…” she said softly. “What’s going on?” My stomach tightened. “What do you mean?” She squeezed my hand. “Something is troubling you… I can feel it.” I released a slow b

Ava’s POV The morning of my wedding arrived wrapped in a blur of voices, and nervous energy. Ever since Mr. Vindell had moved me into his mansion yesterday, I’d barely had a moment to breathe. My new bedroom, larger than my entire apartment was overflowing with people. Makeup artists hovered around me with brushes and palettes. Hair stylists fussed over every strand. Someone adjusted the lighting while another person arranged jewelry on a velvet tray. I sat in front of the massive glass vanity, trying to keep still while a makeup artist dabbed foundation onto my cheek. Then the room suddenly got quiet. My eyes followed everyone else’s toward the doorway. There it was, my wedding dress. Two attendants carefully wheeled in a tall glass showcase, and inside, the gown glittered beneath the lights. Thousands of crystal beads caught the morning sun streaming through the windows, scattering tiny sparks across the room. My breath caught. “Oh my God…” I whispered. The dress looked

Ava’s POV Tears streamed down my cheeks so fast that I could barely see. The hall had become a blur of faces and whispers. My knees trembled beneath the weight of my wedding gown, and no matter how hard I tried to steady myself, my legs refused to cooperate. I dug my nails into my palms, desperately trying to stop the trembling that had taken over my body. Then a chair scraped loudly against the floor. Mrs. Ashford shot to her feet. Her face had gone pale with fury, her jaw clenched so tightly I thought her teeth might crack. Her lips were pressed into a thin line. “That’s it!” she snapped, the entire hall fell instantly silent. “This wedding will not hold.” She turned sharply and began striding toward the exit. A satisfied smile spread across Winston’s face. “I told you, Mr. Vindell,” he said smugly. “Don’t judge until after the video. I couldn’t even look at Vindell, as shame crawled over my skin. The humiliation was suffocating. Then Vindell chuckled faintly. The e

Ava’s POV The second my scream ripped through the trees, the rumble of an engine answered it. A rusty van burst onto the trail and swerved sideways, its tires spitting dirt and pebbles. It blocked the path completely. The horse reared and crashed headfirst into the side of the van with a deafening bang. The impact launched me forward. I hit the ground hard, tangled in the reins. The horse thrashed beside me, panicked snorts blasting into the air. The van doors flew open. Heavy boots pounded toward us. “Easy, girl!” one of the men barked. The strangers wrestled her down while another crouched beside me, yanking the ropes from around my legs. My pulse slowed for a split second, then the man leaned closer. The sharp smell of cigarette smoke hit me first. He was bald, his scalp gleaming under the afternoon sun. Black tattoos crawled from his neck to his wrists, disappearing beneath a tight white shirt. A crooked grin stretched across his face. “Oh,” he drawled, dragging h