All Chapters of Forced bride of mafia king: Chapter 111 - Chapter 118

Lena's POV*"Because your father is dead."The words don't make sense at first.They just... hang there in the air between us. Like he spoke them in another language.I stare at him."What?" My voice is a whisper.He doesn't repeat it right away. He just looks at me, and his jaw is so tight I can see the muscle jumping. "Lena…..""No," I say, and I shake my head. The movement makes the room spin. "No. No, you're lying.""I'm not lying to you.""You are! You have to be!" My voice gets louder without me wanting it to. "My dad can't be dead. He can't be. I just saw him yesterday. He got me a cake….” "Lena, you need to calm down.""Don't tell me to calm down!" I snap. "Don't you tell me to calm down! You're lying! You're lying to keep me here!"He reaches for my hand and I yank it away."Don't touch me!""Tesoro, please…""Stop calling me that! My name is Lena! Stop!"The heart monitor next to me starts beeping faster. Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep. It’s loud and annoying."Where is he then?

Dante's POVI stand by the window in our bedroom — her bedroom now, I suppose — watching her. She's sitting up against the headboard, the blanket pulled up to her chest and she hasn't said anything since Cara left."Lena?"She blinks. "Hmm?"“I asked if you wanted water," I say. "You didn't answer.""Oh. No. I'm fine."She's not fine. Something is off. Ten minutes ago, she was snapping at me for arguing with her about everything. Now she's suddenly quiet.I walk closer, slowly, so I don't spook her. I sit on the edge of the bed."Are you in pain again? Do you want me to call the doctor?"She shakes her head. "No.""Lena."She finally looks at me properly. Really looks. Her eyes roam across my face — my forehead, my eyes, my mouth, my jaw — so tenderly, and just the way she used to look at me in the mornings when she thought I was still asleep.For a second, my heart stops.Does she remember?"Tesoro?" I whisper.Her ey

Lena's POVThe door clicks shut behind my mother, and the silence that follows presses down on me like a weight.I'm alone with him.Dante hasn't moved from where he stood after Mama left, his broad shoulders still tense, his jaw still tight with whatever anger he's swallowing down. I pull the blanket higher over my lap, suddenly aware of how thin my nightgown is, how exposed I feel under his gaze.*He shot you three times.*My mother's words echo in my head, looping over and over. I study him now, the sharp line of his jaw, the hard set of his mouth, the way his hands, when they're not clenched into fists, look big enough to do exactly what she said they did.Could those hands have pulled a trigger on me?I don't know why, but some small, stubborn part of me resists the thought. It doesn't fit. Nothing about it feels right. But then, what do I know? I don't remember anything. I'm building a person out of fragments and a stranger's instructions.

Lena’s POVDiego’s arm is careful around my waist as he helps me down the hallway, taking my weight so gently like I might shatter if he grips too hard.“I can walk on my own,” I tell him, already easing myself out of his hold, proving the point.And the second I do, pain rips up through my ribs so sharp I gasp out loud,Diego catches me instantly, his arm tightening back around me before I can fall. “Okay, okay, I’ve got you,” he says quickly, guiding me the rest of the way to the bed and lowering me down onto it with care. “Sorry. Sorry, I shouldn’t have let go.”“It’s not your fault.” I press a hand to my side, breathing through the ache until it dulls back down to something bearable. “I’m the one who thought I could play hero.”He hovers there a second too long, like he’s not sure whether to sit or stand or say something else, before he finally settles on the edge of the mattress, “Are you okay?”I nod, even though okay feels like a generous word for whatever this is. My side thro