All Chapters of BLOOD AND VOWS: THE MAFIA WRONG BRIDE : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHAPTER 71UNEXPLAINABLE PLEASURE CHIARAThe stretch of him inside me stole every word from my tongue.He pushed deeper, inch by inch, until I was full and almost bursting. My mouth hung open as a silent cry caught in my throat. He paused there, buried to the hilt, letting me feel every ridge and vein of him pressed against my inner walls."Breathe," he commanded, his forehead dropping to mine.I sucked in air, my chest heaving against his. "You're so–God, you're so deep.""And you're going to take every inch like a good girl." He withdrew slowly, dragging against every sensitive spot, before thrusting back in with a snap of his hips that made the headboard crack against the wall."Lucien!""Yesssss, that's it. Let the whole estate hear who's making you feel this way."He quickened his pace, each stroke diving deeper and harder, until I couldn't tell where I ended and where he began. My legs wrapped around his waist, my heels digging into the small of his back and pulling him impossi

CHAPTER 73THE WRONG NAMECHIARAWhen I woke up again, it was still night. For a few seconds, I didn’t move. Moon light spilled through the curtains, stretching across the bed and settling over white sheets that looked untouched if you ignored the wrinkles and the clothes scattered on the floor. My body felt heavy but warm,I stared at the ceiling and tried to remember why my chest felt strange and when I finally remembered, heat rushed into my face. I immediately buried my face deeper into the pillow. The embarrassment came first, then something softer. I had never imagined that side of him. It's not like I thought he was incapable of gentleness. Or maybe I did think that, but because I thought if Lucien Moretti ever wanted something, he would take it. Last night didn’t feel like he was taking, but more like owning. And that scared me more than if it had.Slowly, I turned my head. He was asleep. Lucien slept on his side, one arm thrown over my stomach, dark hair slightly messy and

CHAPTER 75THE NAME THAT DOESN’T FITCHIARAI heard it in passing. It wasn’t meant for me. A servant speaking too quickly in the hallway, a phone call left slightly too open, a name slipping through a crack in silence like it didn’t belong there.Chiara Rossi has returned to Milan. For a moment, I didn’t move. It was strange how something so simple could feel like it pressed the air out of a room. I stood there by the window longer than I should have, my fingers still resting on the curtain fabric without tightening or releasing. Outside, the estate was the same as always, too quiet, too controlled, too carefully built to feel like anything natural. But inside my chest, something shifted in a way I didn’t like.Chiara. Me. I have returned. Which automatically means that Valentina, my sister, had returned.I told myself it didn’t matter. I told myself it changed nothing. But my body didn’t agree, because if she was here, then everything I had been pretending was balanced suddenly wasn

CHAPTER 77THE GIRL WHO SHOULDN’T EXISTCHIARAI tried to act normal after leaving his study. It turned out normal was difficult when your entire existence suddenly felt temporary.I walked through the estate slower than usual, pretending to look at things I normally ignored. The paintings, the windows, the fresh flowers placed in corners by people whose names I still didn’t know. I even stopped outside one of the sitting rooms and stared at nothing for almost a full minute before realising I had forgotten what I was doing.Chiara Rossi has returned to Milan. The sentence kept repeating in my head, like some kind of church bell that wouldn’t stop no matter how many times I tried to shut it out. And it wasn’t because I thought she wouldn’t come. I knew she would because she can. Valentina existed and it wasn’t me. That was the problem.For weeks, she had almost stopped feeling real. Not totally completely. I knew she existed. I knew she had run away. I knew she was somewhere living wha

CHAPTER 79THE VOICE THAT CAME BACKCHIARAThe next few days passed strangely. Nothing happened. And somehow that felt worse. Lucien wasn’t avoiding me. That’s what I think. He still ate meals when he was home. He still acknowledged me when our paths crossed. He still asked if I had eaten and still corrected my stance during training with the same detached patience he always used. But something had shifted. Or maybe I was imagining it.The problem with waiting for something to go wrong was that eventually everything started looking suspicious. He stopped coming back to our room most nights. The first night, I told myself he was working. The second night, I told myself something serious had happened. By the third night, I stopped making excuses and started noticing how he has been acting towards me. His side of the bed stayed untouched. The room felt too large. The worst part of it was that I didn’t know if I had the right to care.Maybe he really was busy. Maybe he had always worked