All Chapters of Forced bride of mafia king: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

LENA’S POVI slip out of my room with my clutch in hand. I move through the quiet hallway, trying to make sure no one notices.Dante’s not home at the moment, so it’ll be much easier to go out unnoticed. Two guards at the main entrance. Lorenzo and another guy I don’t know. Both of them just stand there with a bored expression on their face.“Afternoon, Madam,” Lorenzo says, straightening. “Afternoon,” I say, smiling. “God, it’s stuffy in here.” I fan myself with my hands even though we are outside. Lorenzo frowns. “I don’t think…” “Because I’m melting,” I cut in, fanning myself with my clutch. “I told Maria I’d run downtown to get some quick supplies.” The other guard shifts. He assesses my outfit, and I can tell he’s wondering why I’m dressed like this just to run errands. “Do you want an escort, Madam?” “No, no,” I say quickly. “I won’t be that long and I was planning on walking. I’ll be ten minutes, I just need air. You know how it is.” I lower my voice like I’m confidi

DANTE’S POV Russo and Vito are sitting across from me, both staring at the manila folder like it’s a live grenade. Russo clears his throat. “Dante look we’re all men here.” “Are we?” I ask. “Because last I checked the Commission had very strict laws about conduct. About what a Don is supposed to be.” Vito’s jaw ticks. “This is different.” “How?” I lean back. “You two have been on me for months about laws. About how my wife shouldn’t be sitting in the Don’s seat because it’s ‘against the rules.’” I let that hang. “So now I’m supposed to believe the rules don’t matter when it’s you?” Russo shifts. He still has some pride left he’s not begging yet. “We’re not asking you to ignore it,” he says carefully. “We’re asking you to... understand. This stays between us. It doesn’t have to go to the commission.” “And why would I do that?” “Because we’ll owe you,” Vito says. “Whatever you need. Name it.” I tap my fingers on the arm of the chair. “The vote,”

DANTE’S POV I slam the door so hard the hinges rattle. The second I’m inside, everything boils up. I grab the first thing within reach and throw it. The glass shatters against the wall and amber liquor runs down the plaster like blood. I feel like a madman, enraged and desperate to get it all out. I grab the chair closest to me and flip it over without a second thought. All I can hear is her. *"Yes."* *"Yes, I would have kissed him."* I can't believe the woman I was willing to burn down the Commission for, the woman I would do anything for, literally, would stand there telling me she would cheat on me. My chest then caves in, and I grab the globe off my desk and hurl it. It dents the wall and falls. Betrayal. That’s what this is. Plain and simple. She can deny it all she wants but it won't change what it is. I pour myself a drink, standing in the middle of the wreckage with the glass in my hand. But it doesn’t help. I still feel the raw aching pain in

DANTE’S POV Diego continues moving. Like he didn’t just talk back to me. The sound of his shoes hitting the marble is too loud. It echoes down the corridor and sets my teeth on edge. “Diego.” My voice comes out flat. But he doesn’t stop. Anger hits me quickly. “Diego,” I say louder this time. He keeps walking, with his fist clenched at his side. He’s almost as tall as me now. Thirteen years old and already cutting into the air like he’s trying to be a man before his time. All those words he spewed sounded so much like her. Camila. God. I can hear her in him. Those venomous words she used to spew from her lips. She may be gone now, but she's still here, poisoning him from within his mind. What the hell did she tell him about me to make him act this way? “Is this how you’re going to protect her?” I call after him. “By walking away?” That instantly gets his attention. He stops so fast his whole body jerks. Then he turns. And the look on his face, Christ.

LENA’S POV *ONE WEEK EARLIER* The cold floor wakes me up from my very uncomfortable sleep. I’ve noticed that every time I wake up down here, I can feel the cold air in my lungs and the cold silence that presses on my ears until I think I’m going deaf. I’m lying on my side and my wrists still ache from the cuffs even though they took them off three days ago. I stare at the ceiling, with nothing else to do but wallow in my pity. God, I wish things were different. For a minute I had it all. The perfect husband, A child, my title, and the family I always dreamed of having. And slowly I lost every single thing. Now I’m left with nothing but memories of a life I once envisioned. I just wish I could walk upstairs and find Dante in his office so I can argue with him and then kiss him and pretend none of this ever happened. I wish I could tell him I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was doing all that for me. A tear slips out before I can stop it. I wipe it away fast. I’m not doin