All Chapters of FORCED MARRIAGE TO MY MAFIA EX-BOYFRIEND: Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

FIORELLA’S POVWhen I opened my eyes, I was lying on a blanket with another draped over me, and I was close enough to the fire that I could feel its warmth against my skin.My hair was still damp, my body still cold, but at least the shivering had stopped.The boy who’d saved my life—Rhys—was sitting on a log across from me, concern written on his face.He didn’t look like he was from around here. I winced as I sat up, pain spreading through my entire body. “I ran back to my place and brought them.” He nodded toward the blankets before giving me a small smile. “Are you hungry? I didn’t know what you liked, so I got everything.”He stood up and reached for the backpack leaning against one of the trees. Then he stepped closer to me. I flinched on instinct and shuffled backward, pulling the blanket over the lower half of my face.He was so tall and he looked strong.He could hurt me. I didn’t like boys. Men weren’t any better. They always hurt me. The only people I ever felt safe ar

FIORELLA’S POV Trigger Warning: This chapter contains physical violence, intense emotional distress, and disturbing psychological content. Reader discretion is advised. I didn’t know how to respond. It was as though every thought inside my head had frozen. Rhys opened his mouth to speak again, but a loud crash echoed from upstairs, followed by a series of heavy thuds. My eyes snapped up. “Is someone breaking in? We should go check on them.” I got off the bed and started to walk past him. He blocked my path. “It’s been going on for over an hour. They’re fucking.” “Ew, don’t be perverse!” My face burned. “Do you have to be so crude?” As if mocking me, the crashing sounds came again followed by more thuds. I wanted to die of shame. With Damon it was no surprise, but Gabby? Innocent, doe-eyed Gabby? Rhys stepped closer. “Give it to me.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Rhys,” I answered. “And can we not have this conversation while they’re… doing what

FIORELLA’S POV Yawning, I stretched my arms over my head and rubbed my eyes before sitting up. It took me a second to remember where I was. I was lying on the floor outside the bedroom door, where I must have fallen asleep sometime during the night. The noises from inside had stopped. I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened to Rhys the night before. Nothing about it made any sense. I stood up, wincing at the dull ache in my back, and tried to push the door open, but it didn’t budge. The bed was still wedged against it. “Fiorella.” I spun around to see Gabby standing there, a concerned look on her face. “Hi. Good morning.” “The morning would’ve been even better,” she said, tying her robe as she came downstairs, “if the newlyweds had let us get some sleep last night.” I blinked. “Excuse me?” “You told me we almost brought down the cabin,” she said, shaking her head. “Then you turned around and did the same thing. Hypocrite.” Heat crept into my face. She assumed we

FIORELLA’S POVI didn’t know how to feel when I got the news. I had expected to be sad, angry, or even relieved when I lost one of my parents, but I couldn’t feel a thing. I had to remind myself every minute that my father was dead because I kept forgetting. Or maybe I was just numb from the shock. Lucia said he was shot in the head. The shooter was unknown, but his men were on it. My first suspect was Matteo.He’d told me Papa would die soon and Rhys would be next. Then he’d marry me and become Don. I’d dismissed it as another one of his drunken threats, but what if it wasn’t?I didn’t have any proof, and Rhys was avoiding me, so I kept it to myself. Surviving the funeral and putting up with my father’s family wasn’t the only thing weighing on my mind.Rhys hadn’t cared that my father was dead.Not even when I reminded him that my mother was the last hold he had over me. If she died too, I’d finally be free.He told me I’d never be free from him.Then he put me on a separate

FIORELLA’S POVThe guard led us to the front-row VIP seats.“Welcome!” The boss smiled at me. “Please, join me.”He gestured at the seat beside him. I sat down while Rhys stood a few steps behind me.“You can call me Gallo,” the boss continued, turning back to the fight. “What’s your name?”“Valentina Benedetti.” His smile widened. “Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”I tried to calm my nerves. “I’m interested in buying arms.”The man beside Gallo snapped his head to me, then whispered something to the boss. Gallo waved a dismissive hand at him and turned to me. “On whose behalf?”His question hung between us.He clearly wasn’t expecting a woman to walk in here claiming she wanted weapons.I glanced at Rhys, but he only stared back at me. I turned back to Gallo. “Are women prohibited from doing business with a man such as yourself?”“A man such as myself?” His eyes remained on me. “What do you mean by that?”“I’ve heard you’re difficult to impress, difficult to reach, and impos