All Chapters of The Wrong Vow: Bred by the Mafia Twins: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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CHAPTER 11: THE BLOOD VOW

Roman's hand was iron on my wrists.He pushed me back onto the silk duvet, his heavy body looming directly over mine. The silver key he had used to lock the bedroom door clinked quietly inside his pocket."You talk too much, Cora," Roman said, his voice flat and commanding."I speak the truth," I replied, staring up into his cold, unblinking eyes. "You and your brother are running a massive fraud on your own syndicate.""The syndicate is a business," Roman stated. "And you are the asset. Today, we secure the investment."He didn't wait for my response.He reached down, his large fingers gripping the hem of my emerald silk blouse. He pulled the fabric up and over my head in one swift motion, tossing it onto the floor.My skin temperature rose rapidly under his intense, heavy gaze. My breathing became shallow as his broad, smooth chest pressed down against mine."Your heart is beating remarkably fast," Roman noted. His thumb traced the frantic pulse at the base of my throat."It is a no

CHAPTER 12: THE DEVIL'S CHOICE

Rocco's bruised, bloody fingers dug firmly into my chin.He tilted my face up, forcing me to meet his dark, aggressive gaze. The suffocating scent of sandalwood and wet copper on his leather jacket filled the small space between us."Decide right now which brother you are going to serve," Rocco growled softly.I kept my spine perfectly rigid against the bathroom doorframe. "Neither of you."Rocco’s dark eyebrows pulled together in sudden surprise. His grip on my jaw tightened, his fingers pressing hard against my bone."You don't have a third option, little bird," he warned, his voice dangerously low. "My brother will use you as a shield, and when this war is over, he will discard you.""And you want to use me to take his crown," I countered sharply."I am the one keeping you alive," Rocco growled."You are the one keeping me trapped," I corrected him, refusing to look away from his fierce eyes. "If I choose Roman, I am a submissive hostage. If I choose you, I am a traitor marked for

CHAPTER 13: THE WIFE

I stared at my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. The palm of my hand pressed against my flat lower abdomen. A combination of extreme exhaustion, adrenaline stress, and early pregnancy hormones triggered a wave of nausea at the back of my throat.The sharp scent of jasmine perfume filled the air. I gripped the edge of the marble vanity until my knuckles turned white. I inhaled deeply through my mouth, desperately fighting the gag reflex."Are you feeling unwell, Mrs. Falcone?" Elena's sharp voice pierced through my panic.I instantly dropped my hand from my stomach. "I am fine, Elena. The perfume is just too strong.""You haven't touched any fatty foods since this morning." The older woman's dark eyes narrowed, studying my waistline. "And now you are refusing the tight silk gown your husband chose.""That tight gown will suffocate me tonight." I reached into the closet and pulled out a black wrap-dress. "This dress is looser around the stomach."Elena watched me closely. "Capo

CHAPTER 14: THE DINNER

I sat in the heavy mahogany chair with my spine ramrod straight. I stared at the silver plate placed in front of me. A thick, rare steak sat in the center, pooling dark red liquid.The clink of silver knives echoed through the room. Thick tobacco smoke burned my lungs. The sharp metallic smell of raw meat instantly triggered a rush of saliva in my mouth.I clamped my jaw shut. I inhaled a slow, deep breath through my nose to keep the nausea at bay."Eat up, little Belmont," Capo Moretti said from across the table. His greasy lips curved around the wet end of a cigar.I dug my fingernails deep into my thighs under the tablecloth. "I am perfectly fine, Capo Moretti."Moretti took a long drag of his cigar. "Your bankrupt father used to eat like a starving dog. I suppose he's still running from his debts."A few men around the table chuckled. Roman sat beside me without moving a single muscle."Leave my father out of this." I kept my voice perfectly flat. "He has nothing to do with tonigh

CHAPTER 15: THREE HOURS

I stood in the center of Roman’s dark-paneled study. The heavy deadbolt clicked shut behind us. Roman tossed his gray jacket onto the leather sofa and loosened his silk tie."Sit," Roman said.He pointed to the heavy wooden wingback chair near the window. A thin shaft of moonlight illuminated the dark wood."You're punishing me?" I asked. "For saving your syndicate from embezzlement?""I am disciplining my wife." He unbuttoned his cuffs. "Sit in the chair, Cora.""Moretti was stealing from you." I refused to move. "I gave you the exact numbers to destroy him."Roman closed the distance between us in two long strides. The scent of cedarwood radiated off his massive frame. He stopped inches from my face."You spoke at a Capo dinner without my explicit permission." A muscle ticked in his strong jaw. "You made a tactical move without consulting your Don.""I protected your reputation." I lifted my chin. "I silenced him.""You showed them that I cannot control my own household." He leaned

CHAPTER 16: THE STUDY (THE PUNISHMENT)

I held my breath as my back hit the cold oak desk surface. The thick port audit papers underneath me scattered across the oak floor.Roman caged me in before I could even blink. He braced his large, calloused hands on the wood on either side of my hips.I had one immediate, desperate priority. I slipped my right forearm upward, wedging it directly between his solid chest and my flat stomach. I used my own bones as a mechanical cushion to protect my fragile uterus from his crushing weight.A muscle ticked in Roman’s jaw at the physical barrier. He mistook my protective motherly instinct for stubborn, defiant resistance."Drop your arm, Cora," Roman commanded. His voice vibrated deep in his massive chest.I forced my eyes open in the dim light. I met his dark, predatory gaze head-on."I'm looking at you, Roman," I whispered, my chest heaving rapidly."You're trembling." His gaze swept over my pale face. "Are you finally realizing what it means to push my limits?""I realize exactly wher

CHAPTER 17: THE NIGHT HE STAYED

I lay on my side in the center of the wide silk bed. My back muscles still throbbed from the hard oak desk. I kept my exhausted eyes fixed on the heavy wooden wardrobe panel.The panel shifted in the dark. A tall shadow stepped into my bedroom. The crisp scent of cold rain and sandalwood erased the residue of Roman’s cedarwood.Rocco moved toward the bed without a single sound. He sat on the edge of the mattress and reached for my hand."You're trembling, Cora," Rocco whispered."I'm just cold." I swallowed hard, trying to push down the rising nausea in my throat.Rocco turned my hand over, exposing the pale skin of my inner wrist. His thumb brushed over the dark red bruising left by Roman's iron grip. A muscle ticked beneath the skin of his jaw."He hurt you." Rocco's chest vibrated with a low growl."I'm fine, Rocco.""Don't lie to protect him." His fingertips grazed the bruises. "I'll kill him for touching you like this."I pressed my free hand against his chest. "You cannot start

CHAPTER 18: THE CODED COMMUNICATION

I stared at the dark red leather-bound poetry book resting on my silk pillow. My fingers traced the cover, feeling the faint pressure marks on the edges. Rocco had left it here before vanishing at dawn.I pressed my lips tightly together. I knew my bedroom was wired with at least three hidden microphones. I couldn't make a single sound of surprise.I sat on the floor in the far corner. I angled my body perfectly into security camera four's blind spot. I opened the heavy cover to page forty-two.It was a Page-Line-Word cipher system. I counted down the lines, memorizing the corresponding words.I mouthed the words silently, not letting my vocal cords vibrate. East Garden. 2:03 AM.I grabbed a fine eraser from my vanity drawer. I rubbed away the faint pencil marks until the page was perfectly clean."Are you awake, Mrs. Falcone?" a voice called through the door.It was one of the morning maids."I am awake," I called back. I kept my tone entirely flat."May I enter to tidy the room?""G

CHAPTER 19: THE DATA

Dante’s long fingers traced the dark red leather spine. "Fascinating literary choice, Mrs. Falcone."I didn't blink. My heart hammered against my ribs in a frantic rhythm.I extended my left hand. I pushed Dante's encrypted work tablet directly toward his chest."What is this?" A muscle ticked in Dante's jaw.I tapped the tablet screen with my fingernail. A port map appeared, cut across by bright red coordinate lines."It's a five-million-dollar leak." I maintained direct eye contact. "And it's happening right under your nose."Dante's grip on the poetry book loosened. "Explain yourself.""Look at dock nine at the eastern port," I instructed. "You have a massive blind corridor there."He frowned, looking down at the glowing digital map."Viktor's Russian faction is exploiting it," I continued. "They are using your logistics routes to supply illegal weapons into the city.""That is impossible." Dante's Adam's apple bobbed. "My security analysis on that dock is completely flawless.""Yo

CHAPTER 20: THE SILENT CORRIDOR

I crouched by the narrow crack of my bedroom door. The digital numbers on my phone screen glowed red in the dark. 1:57 AM.I had exactly one hundred and eighty seconds. I pressed a hand flat against my racing heart. I inhaled deeply through my nose to steady my pulse.The heavy, rhythmic footsteps of the night-shift guards echoed down the hall. They were walking toward the main west staircase for the mandatory personnel change.I waited until the sound faded completely. Then, I slipped out into the silent, freezing corridor."Twelve seconds left," I muttered under my breath, tracking the mechanical sweep of security camera four. "Eight seconds right."I moved swiftly through the blind spots of the wall lighting. A sudden, violent wave of pregnancy nausea pushed up my throat. I swallowed hard to force the bitter taste back down.I darted into the deep shadows of the grand library entrance. I pressed my back flat against the side of a towering mahogany bookshelf. I had a perfect, unobst

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