All Chapters of Forced bride of mafia king: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

LENA’S POVThe cold darkness of the torture chamber engulfs me. I try my hardest to get up but I feel a heavy weight on me. My heart leaps as I struggle and struggle but to no avail. “Shit,” I breathe. The word comes out broken. My heart is hammering so loud I can hear it in my ears. Not again. Not again. Not again. Then…. *SLAM.*The heavy steel door flies open and light cuts in like a blade. I flinch. A silhouette fills the doorway. Broad shoulders. Black shirt. “Dante,” I whisper, but it comes out like a prayer. And behold he appears before me.Relief hits me so hard it hurts. My chest cracks open and I’m crawling before I even think about it. My knees hit concrete. “I’m sorry,” I choke out. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… I was scared. I love you. God, I love you, please..” His arms come around me, he embraces me so tight like he never wants to let go.“I’ve got you, tesoro,” he rasps into my hair. “I’ve got you. You’re not in trouble. It’s over.” I sob into

Lena’s POV*The doors slam behind me and I’m still screaming. “Let me go! You said I could choose! You said…”Two of Kovacs’ men have me by both arms. Holding me so tight it almost leaves a bruise. The penthouse feels so cold, as I’m dragged across the entryway, heels scraping, and that’s when I see Ivan seated on the couch.He’s sprawled on the leather couch in sweats, watching some sports game with the sound off. A beer in one hand. He sits up the second he sees me.“Oh,” he says. Then, “Ohhh.” He sets the beer down and stands, crossing the room in two steps. His eyes flick from my face to the men holding me and to Kovacs, who just walked in behind us.Ivan grins. “So she didn’t respond well to the ring, huh?”“Shut up,” Kovacs snaps.The word cracks through the room. Ivan actually flinches.Kovacs shrugs out of his jacket and tosses it over a chair. When he turns back to me, his face is different. The soft lines are gone.

Lena’s POV* Kovacs’ hand is clamped around my wrist like a vice as he drags me up the steps to the altar. “Let go of me!” I yell. My voice bounces off the stone and comes back at me. “You said I could choose! You fucking lied to me!” He doesn’t even flinch, im his perfect suit. “You’re being dramatic,” he says, quietly, “This is our wedding day, Lena. Try to look happy.” “This is a kidnapping!” I dig my heels into the marble. The white dress he picked out is dragging behind me. When we finally reach the altar, I notice the priest, his hands shaking. He looks eighty and terrified. Waiting for someone. My chest kicks. I can’t believe this is actually happening. God please I need your help. “Please,” I beg, and I hate the way my voice breaks. “Kovacs, don’t do this. You don’t want this.” He stops at the bottom of the altar and turns to me. His eyes look nothing like the man who gave me comfort when I needed it the most. “My darling that’s where you're mistaken,”

Dante’s POVI stare at her lifeless body, as she dies in my arms. “Lena?” I shake her. “Lena, hey. Hey, look at me.”Her eyes continue closing. I shake her again, but her head is lolling back against my arm.“No. No no no. You stay with me,” I say. “Tesoro, you stay awake for me, okay? You hear me?”She doesn’t answer. Her lips part like she wants to, but nothing comes out.Her blood continues soaking my hands. She was shot three times in her back.“Lena, I’m sorry,” I whisper into her hair. Holding her so tight I’m scared I’m hurting her more. “I’m sorry for all of it. For the lies, for not telling you about Diego, for bringing you into this fucking life. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry….”Nothing. She’s still.“Baby, listen to me,” I try again. “You want a family? You want kids? We’ll do it. We’ll start right now. We can even get a dog you can spoil. All you have to do is wake up. Just open your eyes, Lena. Please.”Her hand that was on my face slips and falls to her side.And for a seco

Lena's POV*The man doesn't stop. He's coming closer and closer to the bed and my heart is beating out of my chest."Stay back!" I say. "Don't come closer!"He freezes mid-step. His eyes are locked on mine."Lena?" he says. His voice is low, "Tesoro, it's me.""I don't know you," I say. I press myself back into the pillows. My whole body hurts. "Step back. Don't touch me."He looks like I slapped him. "What are you talking about? I'm your husband. Don't you remember me?"I look at him again. Tall, dark hair, sharp jaw, eyes so dark they're almost black. His hands — God, his hands are stained with blood.I feel no recollection. Nothing. My mind is blank.I turn to the nurse, panicked. "I don't know this man! I don't know him, where's my father? Where is my family?""Lena, calm down," he says, and he reaches out again."Don't touch me!" I shriek. I flinch so hard the IV pulls.He puts his hands up immediately. "Okay. Okay, I won't. I won't harm you, I swear.""I don't know that!" I snap