Forced To Marry The Mafia’s Rival Heir

Chapter 2

Clara's P.O.V

Seven years later, I often thought of William Stone; the boy from that rainy funeral, now a man whispered about in our circles. Nostalgia swept me away with feelings that still lingered from my past. Rumors painted him as handsome, brilliant, and fiercely independent, heir to the Scorpiono empire yet chasing his own path. In a world where mafia legacies bound us like chains, his quiet rebellion stirred something romantic in me, a longing for someone who understood the weight of hidden identities.

At Toppings Medical Academy, the most elite and expensive school in Mexico, he was known as Robins Tyla; a mysterious alias hiding his true name. I was Angela Graciano here, concealing my own ties to the rival Black family. We orbited the same world without colliding... yet.

I heard the stories: how Robins thrived in solitude, dining alone to find peace amid the chaos. How he dominated as the top student, his cancer research groundbreaking and passionately driven, they said, by his mother's death. It touched me deeply; I admired his passion, his resolve. In quiet moments, I wondered what it would be like to know him truly, to share the burdens of our hidden lives.

One morning, whispers spread about a tense family breakfast at the Stone mansion. Richard had urged Robins (Williams) to embrace the Scorpiono business, the mafia legacy of power and danger. But William resisted, clinging to his medical dreams, honoring his mother's memory by seeking a cure for cancer.

Their argument echoed the conflicts in my own home; fathers demanding loyalty to the family empire, sons and daughters yearning for something pure. When Richard slammed the table, insisting William give up his "foolishness," it mirrored the dramatic pulls I felt. An annoyed William later gripped a maid's neck briefly in frustration before heading to campus; a flash of the intense, commanding man he'd become.

As he strode through Toppings' halls, whispers followed: exuding power, drawing stares. He was that guy; focused, brilliant, and untouchable. The Elites, led by Roseline, adored and always lived up on him, inviting him to parties he always declined. "Hi Roby," she uttered with a soft low tone, but he died the greeting, he didn’t respond keeping his distance. No friends, no distractions; just his goals.

In my heart, his solitude called to me. I understood it; parties and flings felt empty in our dangerous world. Loyalty mattered most to him, I heard “infidelity unforgivable”.

It made me dream: what if someone loyal, someone who saw beyond the mafia shadows, captured his guarded heart?

Little did I know, fate was about to spark something unforgettable.