All Chapters of FORCED MARRIAGE: The Italian Mafia's Obsession : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I smiled when I heard Matías's words. There was a little joy in my heart at being able to joke with him, to release for a moment the tension of all the pressure that was weighing on me. But before I could respond, a cold, cutting voice slid from behind me."What do you mean by you can devour her?"I froze. I knew that voice too well, I knew it very well. I turned slowly, and there, in the doorway of Matías's office, was Luca. His eyes were dark, his jaw tense, and his whole body radiated contained rage.I gasped."Luca? You're here already?"He didn't respond. His eyes were fixed on Matías, burning him with a look that could kill."I asked. What do you mean by you can devour her?"Matías didn't flinch. He stayed seated calmly, even leaned his back against the chair with a serene expression. His arms were crossed on the desk, showing not the slightest trace of fear."Doctor, aren't you going to answer?" Luca's voice became colder.Matías smiled slightly."We were just joking. Camila ca

I looked at Luca with eyes still burning with anger, but in the middle of that anger, something moved in my mind. Maybe this was a way to make him understand, or at least to make him aware that his behavior wasn't normal.I breathed deeply, trying to calm myself."I've made a decision."He looked at me with a raised eyebrow."What?""I want to keep studying. I want to be a psychiatrist.""A psychiatrist? Are you serious?""I'm serious. I already lost my license because of the drug case they set me up with. But I'm not going to give up on my dream. I want to help people who have mental problems, who are trapped in obsessions, who can't control their anxiety," I said.Luca stayed silent. I could see him processing my words. Then he smiled slightly."It's a good idea, darling. I'll support you one hundred percent.""And you know what else? I already have my first patient in mind."Luca raised his eyebrows."Who?"I smiled."You."Luca was surprised and then burst out laughing."Me? You w

"But he..." I tried to defend myself."He's your husband. I know he does wrong, I know he's possessive, I know he does things he shouldn't. But you don't help the situation either. You hugged him in front of him, you jumped for joy for me, you cleaned this dirty coat with your tears. You made him feel that you preferred me over him, and no man can stand that.""I was just...""I know you were just happy because I got my job back. But the way you showed it made Luca feel displaced. He's your husband, he's the one who deserves your hugs and your joy, not me."He was right. I had been childish, I had never valued Luca as my husband."Go, find him. Talk to him. I'll be fine. What matters now is you and your husband."I walked away leaving Matías in the living room. My steps felt heavy as I headed to the room where Luca had locked himself in. I knocked softly on the door."Luca?"There was no response.I opened the door slowly. Luca was by the window, his back to me. His body was tense, hi

Luca lay down beside me, his hand still around my waist, his fingers still caressing my skin damp with sweat. I looked at the ceiling of the room, softly lit, feeling how the beats of my heart began to calm slowly.But inside me, there was a fire that had not gone out. A desire that still burned, demanding more. I turned toward Luca, seeing his face still flushed with passion, his chest still rising and falling rapidly.“Luca,” I whispered.He turned toward me. His eyes were still dark, full of desire.“Yes, darling?”“I’m still not satisfied.”Luca smiled mischievously.“Still not?”“I want more.” I sat up, took his hand and pulled him so he would sit up too. “I want you on the balcony.”Luca raised an eyebrow.“The balcony?”“Yes.” I smiled, provocatively. “I want to feel the night wind on my skin while you touch me. I want to see the stars above us while you make me scream.”Luca laughed softly.“You’re a dangerous woman.”“And you’re a dangerous man. We make a good pair.”He stood

The trip from Mexico to the United States felt long but pleasant. We traveled on a private jet, so we didn’t have to deal with airport lines or tedious security checks.I spent most of the flight looking out the window, watching the white clouds below us, and thinking about everything that would happen in the United States.After hours of flying, we finally landed in Los Angeles. I never imagined I would return to the United States this way—not as a failed doctor, not as a woman chased by problems, but as the wife of a rich man willing to help me fix everything.A black luxury car picked us up at the airport. I sat beside Luca, looking at the Los Angeles landscape passing behind the glass. The skyscrapers, the busy streets, the burning California sun, everything felt familiar and strange at the same time.The car stopped in front of a large mansion in the Hollywood Hills. The house was impressive—modern style, with large glass walls, a pool in the backyard, and a spectacular view of t