All Chapters of The Wrong Vow: Bred by the Mafia Twins: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The champagne tasted faintly of crushed aspirin.My sister's wedding dress swallowed me whole, the expensive French lace bagging awkwardly around my smaller chest. Vanessa had handed me the glass with a shaking hand and a frantic, fake smile just twenty minutes ago.Now, the heavy sedative was dragging my nervous system to a violent halt.My heart rate slowed unnaturally. My body temperature plummeted, sending beads of cold sweat rolling down my temples. I tried to move my index finger, but my nerves felt completely disconnected from my brain.Suddenly, the crowded ballroom of the Carmine Hotel fell dead silent.The clinking of crystal champagne flutes and the crisp laughter of hundreds of guests stopped instantly. The hired string quartet lowered their instruments with visibly trembling hands.He was here. Roman Falcone.The elite crowd backed away in sheer panic, clearing a wide, two-meter path for the man who had just entered. Roman Falcone didn't merely walk; he moved with lethal,

My heels clicked sharply against the white marble stairs.The grand spiral staircase was framed by cold, black iron railings. I began my tactical mapping of the estate as I descended into the foyer.I counted three Pan-Tilt-Zoom cameras mounted in the ceiling corners. Their dark lenses rotated silently, tracking my every movement.Blackthorn Estate was a masterpiece of Georgian architecture, but it functioned exactly like a high-tech military prison.A massive, silent guard stood by the main double doors.He wore a tailored suit, but the bulky outline of a Kevlar vest was clearly visible underneath. I could easily spot the heavy print of a Glock 19 resting on his hip.I walked past him, testing the boundaries of my new cage."Excuse me," I said, pausing a few feet away. "Can I look out the front doors?"The man stared straight ahead, completely ignoring my existence."I just want to see the gardens," I pushed, stepping directly into his line of sight.He didn't blink or shift his weig

The grandfather clock in the downstairs hallway chimed exactly eleven times.I lay completely frozen in the center of the massive king-sized bed. The master bedroom was pitch black, save for a single sliver of cold moonlight cutting across the Persian rug.I watched the heavy brass handle of my bedroom door slowly begin to turn. He didn't knock, and because of his strict rules, he didn't have to.The door swung inward, revealing the towering, broad-shouldered silhouette of Roman Falcone. He stepped inside and shut the heavy door behind him with a quiet, terrifying click."Are you awake, Cora?" his deep, gravelly voice rumbled in the dark."Yes," I answered, my voice trembling slightly despite my best efforts to sound brave."Good," he said simply.He walked slowly to the foot of the bed, a dark shadow blocking out the moonlight. I could hear the faint, expensive rustle of his clothing as he removed his suit jacket."This is Clause Twelve," Roman stated coldly. "The execution of our ag

I stared at the vibrating phone on my nightstand.The bright screen illuminated the dark mahogany wood, flashing a single, enraging name.Vanessa.Roman had placed this exact phone on the dining table an hour ago. Clause 7 of my breeding contract clearly stated I was not allowed access to a personal device. Yet, he had deliberately returned it to me, stating he had reactivated my number.He knew my family would call at noon. He was testing my loyalty. If I hid this conversation from him, I would fail his test.My hands felt cold and slightly numb as I picked up the device.I walked toward the heavy glass doors of the private balcony. I slid them open and stepped out into the crisp afternoon air.I stared at the glowing screen. Roman said his cybersecurity team had wiretapped this phone. He was undoubtedly listening to this exact incoming call directly from his study.So, why was I planning to record it on my own app?Because this was my proof of surrender. By physically handing him th

I stared at the small amber bottle in my trembling hand. The heavy bedroom door clicked open outside. Heavy footsteps crossed the thick Persian rug, heading straight for the master bathroom."Cora?" a deep, gruff voice called out through the thin wooden door. "Why are you hiding in the dark?"My pulse rate spiked sharply in my chest. I quickly shoved the small bottle of sandalwood oil into the deepest corner of the top shelf. I slammed the mirrored cabinet shut just as the bathroom door swung open.He stood in the doorway, his massive frame blocking the dim bedroom light. His dark eyes scanned my pale face carefully."I was getting a glass of water," I lied smoothly. "You startled me.""You've been in here for twenty minutes," he noted, his gaze dropping to my empty hands. "And you don't have a glass."I crossed my arms over my silk robe, forcing myself to hold his intense stare. "I was washing my face. It's hard to sleep next to a man covered in the scent of blood."He took a slow st