All Chapters of His Forbidden Mafia Princess: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Aleena — POVI step out of the car.“Stay inside,” my father barked.I ignored him. He didn’t have time to glare at me or force me back into the vehicle. His attention snapped to the man standing beside the car.“Why the hell is this asshole here, Boris?” he demanded. “Where is Ryane Moris?”“I’m trying to reach him. I can’t get through,” Boris answered, panic bleeding into his voice.My father snatched the phone from his hand and tried calling Ryane Moris himself. I’d heard plenty about him. The Moris heir. A man tied to human trafficking. A monster. The kind of man who treated women like property. And my father had married me off to him.“You married me off to that jackass,” I snapped.My father shot me a furious look.“Now is not the time to argue about that,” he hissed. “Don’t you see Nico Bellini standing there?”My gaze followed his. Nico wasn’t leaning against his car anymore, casually watching my father unravel. His green eyes locked onto mine. Slowly, he pushed himself uprig

Aleena–POVI was nearly at the estate's exit when the bodyguards stepped into my path. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked."We're sorry, ma'am, but you can't leave the estate without Sir's permission," one of them said.Seriously? This is ridiculous. I feel trapped; it reminds me of my old home. My hands clenched into fists as I fought to keep my anger in check. I was staring down the same kind of situation all over again. Arguing with these bodyguards would get me nowhere. I turned around to look for Nico, but he was nowhere to be found."Looking for someone?"I jumped at the voice."Didn't mean to startle you," Jared said."I'm looking for Nico. Where is he?" I asked."He went to meet Anastasia," he answered."On a date?" I asked."Yes," Jared said carefully."Why didn't you just say that instead of lying? I don't care," I said. But why do I feel irritated knowing he ran off on a date so quickly? Don't overthink it; this marriage is a sham."Why were you looking for him?" Jar

Aleena–POVThis asshole is the reason my business is on the edge of collapse. No one gets to take the hard-earned effort I poured into this company, the years I worked alongside Brian to grow it to scale in just three years.He regarded me with amused eyes and a mocking smile. He dares to test me like this."You… did this to my company," I said, my voice barely under control. "How?"He didn't answer."I suppose we should leave," he said instead.My hands clenched into fists. I walked up to him, my body thrumming with anger. Every single day and night I worked to build this fucking business to make money, to protect myself and Elanor, and to hide what was mine from my father's reach. This asshole took everything from me.I raised my fist to punch him in the jaw. Brian stepped in front of me, his large hand catching my fist mid-swing before it connected with that smug face."Don't resort to violence," Brian whispered. I met his hazel eyes, a steady reminder not to lose control."Who are

Aleena - POVI look at my phone constantly, waiting for Brian's message. I get out of bed to grab breakfast, then head back to my room."Someone's been crying." I looked up to find Caldwell. Dressed in a black T-shirt and blue jeans, no suit, no acoustic tube earpiece."Off duty?" I asked. His blue eyes lingered on my face a beat too long."You good?" he asked.My eyes probably looked swollen from crying. I'd done my best to mask it. Failed, apparently."I'm fine." I gave him my best smile. He looked at me for a few seconds, unconvinced."No instructions from Jared yet," he said. "Guess my job starts when you leave the house."I sighed."Don't bother. I'm not going anywhere."His eyebrow cocked upward."I'll just rot in here. Like a prisoner." I let out a sharp breath, shook my head. "Maybe they'll bar the windows next. Make it official.""Not a bad idea. You did escape once already," Jared said. I turned to meet his onyx gaze.I glared at him."Relax. I come bearing good news," Jared

Aleena - POVNico wasn't kidding about the party. He'd already gotten on my nerves before it even started: a dress delivered to my room, a note tucked inside."This dress will mask all the emotions you feel toward me, Aleena. Hope you don't sit this one out."I crumpled the note and tossed it into the trash. Started pacing, chewing at my thumbnail. Why would he go to such lengths? My head pounded; his words circled back: Go see a doctor, get your memories back.My father never allowed me to see a doctor alone. He was always there, watching like a hawk, hovering over every visit the doctor made to my room. Watching. Controlling.It made me suspicious of him now in a way I hadn't let myself be before.I pulled out my phone and searched for the best psychiatrist I could find, someone who could help with amnesia. I wrote down the numbers. Booked an appointment.I wasn't taking Caldwell with me. This had to stay quiet. The last thing I needed was someone bribing my doctor before I even got