All Chapters of FORCED MARRIAGE: The Italian Mafia's Obsession : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The next night came faster than I had wished.I was standing in front of the bedroom mirror, wearing a red dress. I had left my hair loose, slightly wavy from the humidity of the Mexican night.But Luca had other plans.I heard the sound of a car stopping in front of the house, then the sound of a door opening and heavy footsteps coming in. I turned toward the window. Outside, I saw two burly men standing next to Luca's black car.They wore dark suits, white shirts and black ties. Sunglasses covered their eyes even though the night was already dark. They stood upright, hands in front, like statues ready to move at any moment.My eyes widened in surprise."Luca!"He appeared in the doorway, already wearing an impeccable white shirt and black pants. His hair was slicked back, which made him look sharper, more dangerous. But his gaze was soft as he looked at me."You look beautiful tonight," he said."What does that mean?" I pointed at the window. "What do those two men outside mean?"He

The next morning, I woke up with a heavy head. I had been tossing and turning all night, trying to process what Luca had told me.I looked at the empty side of the bed. Luca had already gotten up. I heard the murmur of a conversation from outside the room, the voices of Luca and my father. I groaned softly and covered my head with the pillow. I wasn't ready to face the day.But something in my father's voice kept me awake. There was a different tone there, a pleading tone, too soft, too sweet. I knew that tone. My father always used it when he wanted to ask for something. When I was a teenager, he used it to ask for forgiveness after coming home late smelling of alcohol. And now, he was using it again.I got up carefully. I didn't want them to know I was listening. I walked silently to the bedroom door and opened it a little, just enough to see the living room.My father was sitting on the sofa, his body leaning slightly forward. Luca was standing in front of him, hands in his pockets

Three days after Luca left, I started to feel something strange.At first I didn't notice. Maybe because I was too busy enjoying my freedom: waking up without pressure, walking through the market without Luca by my side, chatting at length with my father without interruptions. But little by little, that feeling began to emerge, as if there were eyes watching me from behind the walls.The first time I felt it was while I was showering. I suddenly turned toward the mirror, and for an instant I felt that something was wrong in the corner of the bathroom ceiling, but I ignored it. Maybe it was just a shadow, I thought, or tiredness.The second time, when I was lying in bed reading a book. I looked at the ceiling lamp and, for an instant, I saw a small red flash, very small, almost imperceptible. But when I blinked, it disappeared. I shook my head, my eyes must be tired.The third time, while I was cooking in the kitchen with my father. I turned toward the upper cabinet and saw a small hol

I entered the house and closed the door gently behind me. In the living room, Sofía and Diego were still cuddling on the sofa, paying no attention at all to my presence. My father was sitting in the kitchen, looking at me with an inquisitive expression, but I just shook my head and walked toward my room.I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the hidden camera on my bedroom ceiling.My phone rang again. It was Luca. This time, a video call.I almost didn't want to answer. But my hand moved on its own, pressing the green button. Luca's face appeared on the screen. He wasn't wearing a shirt. His hair was wet, still dripping, and he was sitting in a luxurious armchair in a room I didn't recognize, maybe his office in Italy. A glass of red wine in his hand, half empty."Darling," he said. His voice was hoarse, a little deeper than usual.I just stayed silent, looking at him without expression."Don't you want to talk to me?"I slowly shook my head."I know you're angry, and you have eve

"Are you going to leave me unable to walk?" I asked."Tomorrow night you'll feel how much I've missed you.""Tomorrow night is still far away. You have to be patient.""Patience isn't something I'm good at, especially when it comes to you."I laughed softly."I know. But you have to learn, you can't always get what you want immediately.""But I always get what I want. That's the one thing I'm good at.""You're too arrogant.""I know what I want and I always get it. Including you."I shook my head, but my smile was still there."Well, I have to sleep. You'll come tomorrow, and I want to be fresh to receive you.""Sleep, darling. I'll dream of you.""I'll dream of you too."I hung up the phone and lay back on the bed. I looked at the ceiling, feeling the tiredness begin to wrap around me. I closed my eyes and, slowly, sleep reached me.The next morning. I stretched my body, feeling my cheek still a little burning, but not as swollen as the night before.My father was sitting at the dini