Bound to the Don

Chapter 21

Third person pov

Vittoria seethed with outrage as she recalled the humiliating encounter with Armando. How could someone be so infuriatingly nonchalant yet brutally cruel? The memory of being ousted from his house still lingered, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

The alliance between the Bianchi and Armando's mafia families had been painstakingly negotiated, with the union between Vittoria and Armando serving as the keystone. Despite Armando's countless rejections, the marriage had been all but finalized, with the details diligently resolved by their families. Yet, it seemed that Armando had not yet reconciled himself to the idea of marriage with Vittoria, leaving her in an uncertain and humiliating predicament.

Her pride wounded and her anger simmering, Vittoria couldn't help but wonder what had driven Armando to reject her so callously. Was it her family's inferior status in the mafia hierarchy? Or was it something more personal, a flaw that she was unaware of? Whatever the reason, Vittoria was determined to uncover it and make Armando pay for his rejection.

The seeds of Vittoria's obsession with Armando were sown three years ago, at a grand ball hosted by a prominent Mafia family in Sicily. Amidst the opulent chandeliers and extravagant attire, Vittoria's attention wandered, her boredom with the event evident. She had always found these social gatherings tedious, preferring the thrill of shopping sprees and exotic vacations.

As she weaved through the crowds, her gaze landed on a young man who exuded an aura of elegance and danger. His chiseled features and piercing eyes left her breathless, and she felt an inexplicable pull towards him. Though unaware of his identity, Vittoria was certain that he was a man of significance.

With her signature confidence, Vittoria glided across the room, her stilettos clicking on the marble floor. Her poise was captivating, and all heads turned as she approached the mysterious stranger, her eyes locked intensely on his.

As she reached him, Vittoria expected the usual reaction, admiration, attention, or at least a flicker of interest. But Armando's obliviousness to her presence was a slap in the face. She wasn't accustomed to being ignored, especially by men.

Determined to get a rise out of him, Vittoria tried every strategy in her collection, but Armando remained unmoved. It was as if she was invisible, a mere nuisance he couldn't be bothered with. Her anger simmered, fueled by her wounded pride. Why was this man immune to her charms? She had always relied on her beauty and allure to get what she wanted, but Armando seemed impervious to her advances.

Was he ignoring her, or was he simply unaffected by her presence? The uncertainty gnawed at her, refusing to let go.

Seething with rage, Vittoria's pride refused to let her back down. She saw Armando's indifference as a challenge, one that sparked a long-dormant excitement within her. Boredom had been her constant companion for far too long, and the possibility of conquering Armando's heart became an alluring obsession.

Her plan was simple, make Armando fall deeply in love with her, and then shatter his heart as revenge for the emotional turmoil he had put her through. At first, the task seemed effortless, but as time passed, Vittoria's obsession grew stronger, while Armando's detachment only deepened.

As the heir to her father's mafia empire, Vittoria began attending more high-profile gatherings and events. The Bianchi mafia, with its rich legacy and formidable power, was the envy of all. Their influence was unparalleled, and their name commanded respect. Yet, despite their dominance, Vittoria's fascination with Armando persisted, driving her to pursue him with relentless determination.

Armando's indifference had become increasingly cruel, pushing Vittoria to her limits. She couldn't bear it anymore, especially as she began to feel a deep, unexplainable connection to Armando.