All Chapters of Forced bride of mafia king: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

LENA’S POV The car door slams and Dante floors it before I even have my seatbelt on. I’m shaking and it feels like my bones are trying to crawl out of my skin. “God. God please. God, please don’t let them…” “Hey.” Dante’s hand comes across the console. “Breathe, Lena.” I jerk away from him. “Don’t touch me,” I manage to say through my sobs. All I can think about is how distant I’ve been from my family. I’ve avoided my mom for weeks even though she’s tried to fix our relationship. I even chose him over her, over the woman who birthed me. God, I’m so stupid. I should’ve looked past her mistakes and just forgiven. “Fuck,” I choke. “I said I didn’t need her anymore.” Tears are pouring now and I can’t stop them. “What if I never get to see her again?” “You will,” Dante says, “They’re okay. Ricardo said crews got there fast.” “You don’t know that!” I yell. “You don’t know anything! You weren’t there! You don’t get to tell me it’ll be okay!” His hands grip the w

LENA’S POV The word hangs in the air between us. *Step down.* My mother’s face goes blank for half a second. Then it crumples like I just told her I was dying. “No,” she breathes. Her hands come up to my arms, gripping me tight. “No, Lena. You can’t, you can’t just quit.” Her voice sounds so tender and warm, that I almost believe she cares. “It’s okay,” I say. “It’s what’s best for the family. I can’t keep putting everyone including myself in constant danger.” She shakes her head, “Baby, I don’t want you to make a hasty decision, not when you’re upset…” “Oh mom just let her,” Marco cuts in. “She should’ve done this a long time ago,” He’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his sling. He looks at me with anger in his eyes. “You should’ve stepped down before it resulted to all this,” he says flatly. “Before you made us look weak and dragged our family name through the mud all because you wanted to be important.” His words sting so much because they a

LENA’S POV I stretch, waking up to the nothingness that fills the guest room. The dull gray of early morning is pushing through the thin curtains of the guest room. My eyes are swollen from lack of sleep last night. My mind has been occupied with thoughts of my conversation with Dante. His mouth on mine in the rain, like he’d been waiting all day to touch me and couldn’t hold back anymore. I groan and press the heels of my palms into my eyes. Stupid. Stupid. I can't believe I kissed him back after everything. The only silver lining is that I didn't sleep in his bed. And thank God for that, because if I’d woken up next to him I don’t know what I would’ve done. I sit up slowly, detangling the sheets around my legs. I drag myself out of bed and my legs feel like lead. I pull on a robe, splash water on my face, and try to make myself look like I didn't just fall apart But firstly I need to check on my mother and brother to see how they sle

LENA’S POV I run as fast as my feet can carry me. The garden doors slam behind me and the cool night air hits my face. I don’t stop until I’m past the hedges, where no one from inside can see me. My chest starts heaving as my hands shake “Obedient.” “Remember her place.” “Wife who listens.” His words keep on playing on a loop in my head. I press the heels of my hands to my eyes. I’m not going to cry. I’m not. But the tears come anyway. How could he? The man I’ve spent the past seven months with, who has shown me nothing but love and respect. Was any of it real? Or was it all just to get me to fall in line? God! I’m just so tired of doubting every little thing about our relationship. One minute he loves me and the next he sees me as just his wife. I can’t believe I gave him all of me and he’s left me with nothing but pain. He was the one person I expected to support me no matter what. But I guess my mother was right, you can never trust a man. I drag my sl

LENA’S POV The hallway to the guest wing feels longer at night. My slippers sound loudly against the marble floor as I move towards the east wing. My mother’s text is still glowing on my phone screen. *Come to my room. Now.* I tell myself it’s because she hadn’t seen me all evening. Maybe this is just a mother checking on her daughter. God, I hope that’s all it is. I finally stop in front of the guest room where she and Marco moved in. I knock once. “Come in,” Mom says through the door. I push the door open and step in. She’s sitting on the edge of the bed closest to the window, back straight, pearls at her throat, robe tied neatly at the waist. Marco on the other hand is pacing next to the other bed. He’s in sweats and a tee. Both of them look up when I walk in. “Lena,” Mom says. She pats the space beside her. “Come.. come sit with me.” I close the door behind me. “Is everything okay? You texted pretty late.” “Sit,” she says again, soft