All Chapters of The Mafia King's One Night Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Vincenzo“What difference will it make if I tell you, Alessia? I know you won’t believe me,” I say. “Try me, Vincenzo. See if I won’t believe you,” she replies, meeting my eyes.I stare into her eyes, searching for a trace of doubt, but something in me knows there’s no point in holding back.“It’s you, Alessia. You’re my other weakness,” I say finally, with a serious expression. “And I’m not ashamed to admit that.”She gives me a small, soft smile—but I can tell she doesn’t truly believe me.She shakes her head slowly, and without saying a word, turns and walks away.The moment the door clicks shut behind her, I drag a hand through my hair and drop onto the single sofa in the corner of the room. My eyes move on the blanket she slept on, and for a moment, I just stare. Her scent still lingers, and it pulls at something deep inside me.What draws me to Alessia isn’t just her beauty—it’s her courage. The way she stands up to me. She knows exactly what I’m capable of, yet she challenges

AlessiaI try to shift my body slightly, but something holds me back. The surface beneath me isn’t soft like my bed, it’s hard, yet oddly shaped, with strange contours. Then I feel something underneath me vibrate, and something pokes me between my legs.“What the hell is this?” I whisper, alarmed.I slowly move again, this time straddling whatever is underneath me. That’s when I hear a deep voice beneath me.“Keep torturing me, Alessia. When you’re done, you’ll be rewarded for the act.”My eyes fly open, and I jerk my head up.I let out a scream. I’m lying directly on top of Vincenzo.His dark hair is messy, spread across the pillow, and the shadows under his eyes show he hasn’t slept in a while. His skin is pale, and he looks worn out. My heart aches at the sight of him like this, so far from the sharp, composed man I once knew. Normally, even in a storm, Vincenzo carries a kind of calm strength that makes him stand out. But right now, he looks like a stranger… not the Vincenzo I

VincenzoMy chest tightens the moment I realize she won’t tell me what happened. She refuses to explain why she doesn’t know how to swim.We were making progress. Or at least I thought we were. But now? It’s clear as day. She wants nothing to do with me. That alone makes my heart ache.“Sergio,” I call out, knowing he’s close by.After what he did, after he stabbed Alessia, I noticed his regret. He didn’t mean to. It happened in a moment of rage. He cares for Noah deeply, just like I do. But still, he went too far.Stabbing my wife? It's Unforgivable.“I want you to stand guard with Alessia,” I say, my voice cold. “Don’t let her out of your sight. Not even for a second.”“You’re whipped, boss,” he mutters. “You care too much. What if the women in the villa see that as weakness, especially Nadia?”I grit my teeth. “You think I haven’t considered that?”Everything I do, it’s to protect Alessia. And I know one of the reasons she won’t fully commit to me is because of those women. The sna

AlessiaMy body aches like I’ve been trampled by a herd of wild animals. Every limb feels too heavy to lift. Whatever hit me wasn’t just a blunt object, it must have been laced with something. My head spins, and my muscles feel weak, like they’ve stopped responding to me.I force my eyes open, but I’m met with complete darkness. The kind that makes your eyes hurt from trying to see through it. Slowly, I remember, he brought me food earlier. I never got to eat it before the alarm went off. Everything happened so fast.My chest tightens as fear rushes through me. Noah. I think about him, and my stomach drops. Is he okay? Is he safe? Sarah’s eyes before I blacked out, they were filled with hatred. A hatred so deep it makes me shiver now just thinking about it.Where am I? Why am I locked up like this? Who kidnapped me? Am I still with the Morettis? The questions come fast, one after another, and I don’t know which to focus on first.Then, I hear footsteps, distant at first, but getting c

Alessia"What the hell?" I shoot up from the bed, gasping as cold water drips down my face and soaks through my clothes. I wipe my eyes with trembling fingers, heart pounding as I look up.There she is, standing by the bed, an empty bucket still in her hand.My body tenses. "Are you out of your damn mind?" I growl as I jump to my feet, fury burning in my chest.She doesn’t move. She just stands there, smirking like she owns the world.I charge at her, ready to shove her against the wall, to make her feel the storm raging inside me. She tries to hold her ground, but I feel her begin to slip. With one harsh push, she stumbles and crashes to the floor.I rush over, breathing heavily. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Nadia?" I snap, my voice shaking with rage. My fists clench, itching to scratch that smug look off her face. I want to mark her, leave something behind on that perfectly made-up skin so that every time she looks in the mirror, she remembers me.I’ve never been this violent.