THE DON'S FAVORITE OBSESSION
A Dark Mafia Romance , Dual POV , Forced Marriage , Obsession , Betrayal , Secret Identity
Leona Moretti thought she was saving her brother’s life when she agreed to marry New York’s most feared mafia boss.
She was wrong.
Dante Rizzo didn’t take her out of mercy. He took her because she was promised to him. Sold by her own brother like a piece of flesh, packaged with a smile and a wedding ring. And Leona walked willingly into the trap.
Now she wears his name. Sleeps in his bed. Lives in a mansion guarded like a prison.
But he doesn’t touch her.
Not yet.
He watches.
He waits.
He burns.
Dante is cold, cruel, and unreadable...until she disobeys him. Until she presses the wrong button. Until the mask cracks and she sees what he really is:
A man obsessed. Possessive. Completely unhinged when it comes to her.
But Leona has secrets of her own. Like the fact that she may not be a Moretti at all. And her entire life? A carefully constructed lie hiding a truth soaked in blood and betrayal.
She’s not just a pawn in a mafia game.
She’s a daughter of the deadliest name the underworld ever buried.
And Dante?
He’s not planning to let her go.
Not when he finally has the one thing he's been denied his entire life.
Her.
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Chapter: Chapter 3: Marriage in the Lion's DenPOV: Dante RizzoShe ran.Again.Bare feet slapping against the marble like a metronome for my patience unraveling. The click of the door echoed behind her, followed by the ragged breath of panic.I didn’t chase her.Not yet.Let her run. Let her feel the illusion of choice.Let her remember what happens when obedience tastes like freedom.She was very determined. I'd give her that.I poured a glass of water from the tray, my movements calm, controlled...unlike hers. “Two attempts in one night,” I said to no one, savoring the sound. “She’s spirited.”Marcello stepped into view, stone-faced as always. “Want me to bring her back?”I didn’t answer right away.I took a sip.Then set the glass down and nodded once.“No bruises. I want her sharp, not broken.”He vanished without a word.She became my wife as a result of Matteo's death which I remembered like it happened last night.The call came just before dawn. I hadn’t even poured my first drink, and the city was still sleeping...at lea
Last Updated: 2025-07-30
Chapter: Chapter 2: The BargainPOV: Leona MorettiIt was morning, with.the sun shining with so much glamour and energy.Birds chirping outside occasionally and the air smelled fresh.But I didn't feel refreshed.I stared at the mirror, but the girl inside didn’t look like me.She was too still. Too quiet. Her brown eyes had the same dark gold ring around the pupils, but the rest was wrong...colder, sharper. A doll dressed in another man’s idea of beauty.I touched my reflection. My fingers were steady.I wished they weren’t.I remember the morning I stopped believing in safety.It was the same morning my twenty-two year old self stood in my apartment kitchen, barefoot, in an oversized t-shirt that still smelled faintly of antiseptic from the night shift. The kettle was whistling sharply, like it was panicking and my phone was vibrating on the counter, again and again, until I snatched it up, expecting the hospital. But it wasn’t the ER. It was Luca.He only said four words before the line went silent."I need you.
Last Updated: 2025-07-30
Chapter: Chapter 1: The Bride With No Name POV: LeonaThe room was silent ... except for the sound of my freedom being signed away.No music. No guests. No white dress. Just the sound of a pen gliding across parchment and the smell of candle wax and cold stone.I stared at the contract. My name...Leona Moretti...already inked in the elegant, looping handwriting I practiced as a girl. Neat. Obedient. Ladylike. Worthless.Dante Rizzo didn’t look at me. He sat across the table, a black-gloved hand resting near his untouched glass of champagne. His other hand held the pen. He twirled it once between his fingers before signing his name in a slash of black ink.It was done.I was no longer Leona Moretti.I was Leona RizzoI was his.My brother couldn’t even look at me as I slid the ring onto my own finger. It wasn’t gold, or even silver...just a flat black band of cold metal. Heavy. Ugly. Like a collar. It was something I would never had choose. He shifted beside me, shoulders hunched, eyes on the floor. Shame rolled off him in wav
Last Updated: 2025-07-27
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