CLAIMED BY MY FATHER-IN-LAW: A twisted mafia story
“I was promised to his son… but his touch is all I crave”
I never thought I’d see him again.
I thought my biggest mistake was losing my virginity to an attractive stranger.
Turns out, the actual mistake was me signing a contract to marry his son.
One reckless night in New York with a powerful, older-looking mysterious man should have been nothing more than a secret buried deep in the ground. But when I’m forced into an arranged marriage to secure a dangerous alliance, I realize my sin has come back to haunt me.
Because the man standing at the head of the family table, the one who is watching me with dark, knowing eyes and a cold smirk is the same man who once had me beneath him.
Now, he is not just a forbidden temptation.
He’s my future Father-In-Law.
I am now trapped in a contract I can never escape, caught between duty and desire. But in a world filled with duties, love might be a deadly game, and I just became the most dangerous game on the board.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 16 GIANNA I stood in front of the club, contemplating whether I should call an uber or just swallow my pride and find out what Enzo wanted. After the way he night’s events between us, I wasn’t expecting him to want to see my face. Lord knows how much I don’t want to be here. But here I was anyway. It took a lot of convincing from Aria before I got into the car he sent to pick me up. And besides, I had something important to talk to him about. So why not kill two birds with one stone? I sat at the bar, as instructed by one of the bodyguards stationed at the entrance of the club, while I waited for Enzo. “Hello, ma’am, what would you like?” The tattooed bartender with long blond hair brushing his shoulders asked. I don’t know if I’m meant to be drinking, especially here. But who cares, anyway? I gave him a small smile. “I’ll get a glass of martini, please.” “That’s a great choice.” He winked at me as he flipped his hair back. “Your drink will be ready in a bit.”
Last Updated: 2025-09-09
Chapter: CHAPTER 15ENZO “Boom!” The sound of my gun echoed through the club's basement. The bastard who’d been helping Paulo thought confessing would save him. Thought telling me the truth meant mercy. He was wrong. I’d walked out of the club last night with the intention of letting him live, but after the night’s event, my hands needed blood. So I came back and handled it in the only way I knew how to. I’d made promises to myself the day Gianna walked through her father’s door. Promise I already doubted I could keep. And tonight, I almost crossed a line I swore I wouldn’t. But I won’t let myself become bait to the madness she stirs inside my head. I saw the way her gaze lingered on me. I’m not blind. Hunger burned in her eyes—hunger she tried and failed to hide. God help me, if I hadn’t scared her off, I might’ve given in. I might’ve shown her exactly what those thoughts could cost her. I can’t wrap my head around how much she gets under my skin. I left my house for two bloody week
Last Updated: 2025-09-09
Chapter: CHAPTER 14 GIANNA His grip on my cheeks grew warm as the thought of him claiming my lips was the only thing I could picture. Heat pooled low in my stomach just thinking about him, about the way his touch had once pulled something raw and reckless out of me I hadn’t even known existed. And God, I wanted more. I wanted him to remind me of everything my body had been missing for those years I denied myself something good. The grip on my face loosened, making the cool air of the night slap across my face. “Go to your room.” I licked my dry lips. “What?” “I said. Go. Into. Your. Room.” He strained out the words through clenched teeth, his voice rough with barely contained rage. I was lost. Confused even. Why is he chasing me away all of a sudden? Did he read every single thought that was going on in my head? “Gianna, I wouldn’t like it if I repeated myself for the third time.” He said, taking his hand through his hair as if it was taking him everything to be patient with
Last Updated: 2025-08-28
Chapter: CHAPTER 13GIANNA I was glued to my spot, not knowing what to say or do. He looked at me so intensely that the air around us seemed to press in on me. My body betrayed me. I stepped forward, closing the space, until we stood face to face. He did nothing. Said nothing. All he did was hold my gaze, and the weight of it sent a shiver rolling through me. But I could feel the way his eyes keep screaming out words we’ve quietly promised ourselves not to spill out. His eyes weren’t just boring into mine, they stripped me, pulled me apart piece by piece until I was raw, restless and trembling. My pulse kicked up so hard it felt like my heart was about to spill out from its rib cage. My mind betrayed me, running wild with dangerous thoughts. I could see him lifting me with one easy motion, setting me on the kitchen island, his mouth calming down on mine before I could protest. I could see him dragging me close, sinking to his knees, and forcing me to beg for a release. I could e
Last Updated: 2025-08-26
Chapter: CHAPTER 12GIANNA It’s been two weeks since that disastrous dinner, two weeks since I last saw Enzo. The night ended with sharp words between him and his son. Aria said not to worry, said he was just busy with work, but silence felt heavier than that. And for Matteo… I’m not even sure where we stand. Aria said he’s not in the right headspace and that he’ll eventually come around, but if I’m being honest, a small part of me has already begun to lose hope. Aria has been there for me, making sure whatever wounds I felt never cut deep enough to leave scars laced with unforgettable memories. We’ve become so close in the past few days, sharing late-night conversations over tea and trading quite a few childhood memories we’d never say out loud to anyone. We have two months and a week left until the wedding, and Enzo still hasn’t said anything about postponing or canceling it. He remains persistent, as if nothing has happened. I hate to admit it, but I’ve also settled in better th
Last Updated: 2025-08-15
Chapter: CHAPTER 11GIANNA I shot up, heart pounding. He was here. Why? My chest tightened. Whatever brought him couldn’t be good, and I wasn’t ready for it. “Go away.” A beat of silence. “If you don’t open the fucking door, I’ll break it down.” His voice hit like a slap, rough and close enough to make the wood tremble. He’d said he was going back to the club after dropping me off. So why the hell was he still here? Drained from the day, I shoved the covers back and forced myself to my feet. Each step to the door felt heavier than the last, but I yanked it open anyway. His frame filled the doorway, shoulders squared, jaw so tight a muscle thickened in his cheek. His eyes cut to me—dark, unblinking, and anything but pleased. “As long as you're staying here, you need to stop acting like a brat.” His voice was low and edged with steel, each word pressed out like it cost him to hold back. “I’m not—” “I’m still speaking.” He cut me off, stepping closer, the air between us becoming suff
Last Updated: 2025-08-10
Chapter: CHAPTER 15LILLIAN The office was humming as usual, but today felt different. Like gossip had plugged itself into the walls and spread through the circuit. I shut the conference room door behind me, sketchbook in hand, only to hear two designers huddled by the reception. “Did you see him?” One whispered, voice pitched with excitement. The other girl giggled. “Hard not to. Tall. Dark hair. That shirt—God, it gives the whole old money aesthetic. He’s really the perfect definition of my dream man.” Another voice chimed in from across the hall. “He’s sitting out there like he owns the place. You can just tell he’d be good in bed.” Their laughter rippled through the space. I rolled my eyes, muttering under my breath, “We design clothes, not audition for them,” before slipping into my office and shutting the door with a firm click. Men whose presence radiated with attention didn’t interest me. They always brought nothing but distraction into the office. And I hated it. I dro
Last Updated: 2025-09-01
Chapter: CHAPTER 14LILLIAN It’s been a week since counseling. A week since I sat in that suffocating office, my life was under a microscope—dissected, picked apart until all that remained were scraps of embarrassment. I told myself a little space would help. A break. Some air. But space doesn’t fix anything when work keeps pressing. I buried myself in meetings, fittings, emails—anything to drown out the way my voice cracked when I tried to be vulnerable. Maybe I knew all along how it was going to end. He’d suggested counseling, so I thought—maybe, for once—he’d give me what I wanted. His ears. But I should have known better. Joe and I have hardly seen each other since. He leaves before I’m awake, his side of the bed already cold. At night, when I hear the sound of his car, I pretend to be asleep. I watch him slip into the shower, then into bed, his back to me like a wall I couldn’t climb. So when my phone buzzed this morning with a message from my stepmother, I almost laughed. At l
Last Updated: 2025-09-01
Chapter: CHAPTER 13RONAN I shouldn’t be mad that her husband showed up. But trust me, I am. Not just mad—furious. I wanted to let her out of her tight bottle, loosen the cap and give her air. It doesn’t take a blind man to notice how sad she’sbeen looking since the last time I saw her. I genuinely thought she wanted this. Him. The polished suit and branded name. But I can see the way she’s drowning, gulping down her unhappiness like bitter water. And the worst part? She’s too damn stubborn to walk away. But I’ll stop at nothing until she leaves that spoilt, smug bastard. Even if it costs me my job “Good of you to join us, Mr Blackwell,” I said smoothly, though my jaw ached from holding back. “Yeah, well, I would’ve been here sooner, but my flight was delayed,” he answered as if the whole session was a minor inconvenience on his calendar. “Oh, you traveled?” I asked lightly, turning a page in my notepad. “Funny, your wife didn’t mention that.” Her head snapped towards me, quick
Last Updated: 2025-08-29
Chapter: CHAPTER 12LILLIAN I can’t believe I have to sit through another session with two men who both manage to get on my nerves. Vivian kept asking me what Ronan said the other night, but I kept brushing her off, telling her it was nothing. She didn’t believe me; I could see it written all over her face, but I didn’t care. Instead, I let everything weigh on me like I was strapped in chains that dragged me down with every breath. If praying could stop whatever was happening between Ronan and me, I would have dropped to my knees already. But something deep inside me kept whispering this wasn’t over yet—that it was just the beginning, and I hate how that feeling makes me uneasy. Then Joe texted me this morning. He said our counselor was finally back from his trip, and there had been an email about it. An email I never got. He also mentioned he’d be late, and told me I could start the session without him. Like that made things easier. Like being stuck in the room with the man I’ve been hopin
Last Updated: 2025-08-28
Chapter: CHAPTER 11LILLIAN “Stop the music!” My father’s voice boomed across the room, silencing everything. I looked to where he stood, forcing myself not to glance back at the doorway. But my eyes betrayed me. And there he was. Ronan. He filled the doorway like the evening belonged to him. His hand rested on the curve of the woman beside him—a beautiful woman, and an elegant woman, the kind that could sell out a whole magazine stand in minutes. My breath hitched, making the glass in my hand tremble. Why is he here? Why won’t he give me a break? I won’t let him get to me. I tore my gaze back to the stage, where my father now wore a full smile. “Ladies and gentlemen,” his voice rang through the speakers, thick with pride, “we are honored tonight to welcome one of our most distinguished and influential guests. A man whose reputation precedes him. Please raise a toast to Ronan Carter.” A few heads that didn’t notice his presence earlier on turned around in amazement
Last Updated: 2025-08-27
Chapter: CHAPTER 10LILLIAN By the time the night of the event arrived, I was running on equal parts caffeine and nerves. Every checklist had been ticked, every backup plan rehearsed, every detail smoothed over. My best friend and I had walked ourselves into exhaustion, but I finally stepped into the venue and saw the glittering chandelier and stunning interior. I had to admit, it was worth it. The hall hummed with quiet elegance, lit just enough to feel warm without being overwhelming. Long tables draped in white linens stretched across the room, each dotted with crystal vases holding soft arrangements of roses. In the corner, a string quartet played, their music weaving through the low chatter and delicate clinking of champagne glasses. For once, things felt… calm. My best friend appeared at my side in a sleek emerald dress I’d made for her, the fabric catching the light with every shift of her body. It clung perfectly onto her body before falling loose at the hem, the shimmer turning her i
Last Updated: 2025-08-22
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