Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir

spinning with ideas and emotions. Instead of being comforting, the silk sheets now felt suffocating against my skin. The memory of dinner lingered in my mind, with the

heavy draperies, I could just see my reflection - a pallid ghost with wide, troubled eyes. Looking back at me, I hard

rkness, fumbling for my bathrobe, the soft carpet muffled my feet. I shrugged it on over my silk pajamas

d of silence that screamed secrets and peril. Turning the doorknob,

ems. I knew better now. Every piece most likely had a bloody past and was paid for with life rather than money. I moved discreetly. Yea

Should I be discovered, I had no idea about the fallout. But something kept me moving ahead. Was it an inqu

I really doing this?" My voice was just a breath in the stillness as I whispered

eway. I immediately smelled the musty scent - a mix of ancient wood, dust, and long-buried secrets. It was

usted to the darkness, and I

itation and relief in my voic

w all too well. I could see the mischievous sparkle in her eye even in the low li

slight smile on her lips. "Couldn't sleep

e Ava's tense posture and her fingers slightly shaking as she tucked a strand of hair

"This is insane. We shouldn

ougher and more determined replaced the mischief in her eyes. "Come on, Kylie. You kn

h the wall. Ava and I looked at each other, a quiet conversation flowing b

across the men assembled there, transforming familiar features into hideous masks. My n

but vigilant stance, like a predator at rest, he looked every inch the master of his territory. His face's

ed to catch every detail, my l

sander and his soldiers are here right now. E

en glass, and the distinct sound of a gun bei

cut into my thoughts. "Gentlemen, we

linking. "Oh, come on, Lysander," he said, his voice gentle but his eyes piercing. "It wasn't entirely terrible. The cuisine was first-rate; the beve

burned. Ho