In The Devil's Embrace
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In the bustling city of Los Angeles, accountant Maryjane Diego finds herself in a very unexpected situation. While at her father's dockside warehouse, she discovers a mysterious and seriously injured man lying there. Despite her fears, her medical training takes over, and she quickly gets to work saving his life. As she stitches him up, their eyes meet, and she can feel an intense connection between them, even though she knows it's dangerous.
This man is Gustavo Silver, a feared underboss in the Italian Mafia. He's known for his cruel reputation, and he won't let Maryjane walk away after she saved him. Attracted to her innocence yet tormented by his dark past, he claims her in a way that both excites and terrifies her. In his world, the lines between right and wrong blur, pulling Maryjane deeper into a life filled with violence and forbidden desire.
As tensions rise between rival cartels, Maryjane realizes she's become more than just a witness-she's a pawn in a deadly game. Caught between her powerful father and the dangerous man who controls her heart, she must choose how to navigate this perilous situation. Just when she thinks she can trust Gustavo, a shocking secret from their past threatens to tear them apart.
In this world of danger and betrayal, Maryjane faces the toughest choice of her life. She knows Gustavo is the type of man she should stay away from, yet her connection to him is undeniable. Meanwhile, he is willing to destroy everything to protect her. But will their passion be strong enough to survive the storm closing in around them?
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Chapter: 48–EpilogueMARYJANE I watch Gustavo hold both our babies in his arms. He gently rocks them and sings to them. I didn’t even know Gustavo could sing before they were born, but these two tiny humans have brought out the softest side of him.Autumn and Felix are nine months old today. They’re giant for their age, but still look small in his arms.Felix is a mini Gustavo. He has the same red-brown eyes and dark hair. I found a baby photo of Gustavo, and the two are identical. I can’t believe my baby is going to grow up to be as big as his father. When I hold him in my arms, I try to picture him as big as Gustavo, but it doesn’t seem possible.Autumn is a mix of the two of us. She also has Gustavo’s eyes, but has my auburn hair and tan skin. She’s already a daddy’s girl—Gustavo is constantly fawning over her.“Can you believe we made something so perfect?” he murmurs.My heart melts. I really can’t. We’re exhausted from taking care of these two, but every moment is worth it. I remember the first tim
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Chapter: 47–Starlight, Tears, and SocksGUSTAVO Maryjane is five months pregnant. Her stomach is already huge from the two babies that are growing inside of it. She has started to waddle when she walks, and it’s the most adorable thing ever.She’s so hot pregnant. I love showing off that I’ve claimed her as mine. The minute these babies are out of her stomach I’m going to want to put another there.“Ugh,” Maryjane whines as she holds her back. “They’re so big.”“Well, I am their father.” I smirk at her and she glares at me.“Sex was a bad idea. I had it and got pregnant within a month.”She doesn’t mean it. Maryjane has just been bitchy because she’s so uncomfortable. I’ve heard her whine about every inconvenience for about a month now. She nearly had a meltdown when there was a rock in her shoe two days ago.It doesn’t help that the hormones are getting to her. She’ll start crying at random times. The girl has started sobbing in the middle of movies, because they were out of her favorite ice cream, and once because she sa
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Chapter: 46–A Garden of Vows MARYJANE We had the wedding ready in three weeks. Rather, Gustavo did. I told him it was either now, or a year from now. I don’t want to wear a wedding dress with a giant baby bump.It’s being held in the backyard of Antonio’s estate. It’s beautiful here—they’ve temporarily converted the outdoor greenhouse into a chapel. It’s hexagon shaped, with lush greenery growing around the glass walls.The reception will be held on the lawn. There’s a cover for the area we’ll be dining. The seats are Chiavari chairs, with fine linens. The hedges and greenery in the backyard offer beautiful decorations by themselves, but we chose to add extra roses.The wedding is small. I’d say about fifty people will be here, not including security or staff. I like it that way. It’s embarrassing kissing in front of another person, let alone fifty of them.It’s weird to think we’ll live here one day. When Antonio needs to retire, Gustavo will take over as boss. And when Gustavo is done…I glance to my stomach. O
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Chapter: 45–Two Heartbeats, One PromiseMARYJANE “We need to hurry,” Gustavo worries. “What if the baby is hurt?”Gustavo is convinced that Eduardo hurt the baby. The truth is he and his men didn’t touch me—other than the first time I puked—while I was in that cell. I know Gustavo is picturing them kicking my stomach, but that’s not how it happened.It’s the next morning, and we’re at an OBGYN. Gustavo used his ‘connections’—I bet he paid someone or twisted their arm—to get me seen.“It’s not for another fifteen minutes, calm down,” I say.Gustavo is most definitely not calm. He’s pacing back and forth in the waiting room, waiting for my name to be called. I’m glad he made the appointment before they opened, because he looks like a mad man right now.“Hey,” I say, grabbing his pant leg. “It’s going to be alright.”He runs his hand through his hair. Gustavo looks like a mess. I’ve never seen his hair so disheveled, or the bags under his eyes this dark.“I know.” He says it more for himself than me.When they call my name, h
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Chapter: 44- Blood and ReliefMARYJANE He can't. I don't want Gustavo's last memories of me to be however they killed me. I want him to remember the good things when he thinks back to me."Obviously. I'm thinking of torturing you and then burning you alive, just like he did to one of my men."That doesn't sound like a good way to die. I try to be strong, but I can't stop a tear from rolling down my cheek. It's still better than the first option.Our conversation is broken by gunfire in the lower area of the warehouse. I instinctively crouch to the ground, not wanting to get hit by a stray bullet. I can still protect this baby.Eduardo yells at his man to watch me, and he grabs his pistol as he runs downstairs. Slipper's killer has my arm in a death grip as he watches the scene below. I still can't see anything.Neither can he, because he pulls me closer to the railing. I pop my head out from behind the crate and see Taime. He has a bored look on his face, as if he's done this hundreds of times before. He probably
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Chapter: 43–Loft of Green EyesMARYJANE I think I’ve been here a day and a half. It’s hard to say, because they keepme in an area with no windows. The men have locked me in a tiny cell. It’sconnected to two of the concrete walls, and the other two are steel bars.I need to ask any time I want to use the bathroom. They didn’t know Iwas pregnant, so the first time I urgently requested ‘el bano’—at least Iknow the word in Spanish—they ignored me. I threw up through the cellbars.They slapped me after and made me clean it up. I asked to go to thebathroom, why the heck are the men getting mad at me when it’s their fault.It happened one more time before they got smart and gave me a bucket.I’m stuck in a small cell that smells like my vomit. Sometimes I catchthe smell, and it makes me puke again.My situation is even worse than the status of my environment. Theman who killed Slippers is the one who watches me most of the time. I hatelooking at him. All I can see is his face as he took his knife and ripped open
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Chapter: 10 SAMANTHADavon stands by the door, his tie loosened just enough to make him look less like the powerful man everyone fears and more like the man I can’t seem to stop thinking about. His green eyes are fixed on me, sharp and unreadable, but burning with something that makes the air between us heavy—alive.I take a step back, my heels clicking softly against the polished floor. My heartbeat is too loud, my breathing uneven. I don’t know if it’s fear, anger, or something I don’t want to name.Davon doesn’t move at first. He just watches me, every small flicker of emotion on my face reflected in his gaze.“You’re nervous,” he says finally, his tone calm but edged with knowing.I give a short, dry laugh that sounds weaker than I’d like. “Nervous isn’t quite the word.”“Then what is?” he asks, stepping closer—slowly, deliberately. There’s purpose in every movement, the kind that reminds you he’s used to getting what he wants.“Trapped,” I say, forcing the word out even as my throat tightens
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Chapter: 9SAMANTHAI’m not sure what surprises me more—the room I’m standing in or the man I’ve just married.The ballroom sparkles like something out of a dream. The chandeliers are made of real crystal, each drop catching the light like tiny stars. The walls shimmer with gold leaf, and the polished floors are so smooth I can see the reflection of my dress trailing behind me. Everything here glows, from the laughter in the air to the clinking of champagne glasses. People move in graceful circles, whispering, smiling politely, measuring each other in the quiet language of power and wealth.And in the middle of it all stands Davon Rancho, the man everyone watches—the man I now call my husband.He looks impossibly sharp, his black suit tailored perfectly, his presence commanding without even trying. Every time I glance at him, I feel that same strange mixture of awe and unease.Meanwhile, I feel like an ornament—something beautiful to look at but too fragile to touch. Davon never strays far. His
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Chapter: 8SAMANTHA The fields spread endlessly before me, glowing under the soft afternoon sun. Rows of white roses and small wildflowers sway gently in the breeze, their scent light and sweet. Everything looks too perfect — like one of those dreams you never want to wake up from.But this isn’t a dream. It’s my wedding day.The sunlight is golden, but there’s a faint red hue creeping across the horizon, as though the day itself is bleeding into dusk. Rows of white chairs line the aisle, filled with people I’ve never met. I can tell most of them are from the Rancho family — Davon’s world. Their expensive clothes, polished shoes, and practiced smiles can’t hide the danger in their eyes.Among them, I spot two familiar faces — my mother and my best friend, Sofia. They sit in the front row, both looking anxious but proud. Mom wears a pale blue dress that softens her face, making her look younger, though her eyes are filled with emotion. Sofia gives me a small, nervous smile when our eyes meet. I
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Chapter: 7SAMANTHAWhen he stops walking, Davon Rancho stands close—so close that I can see the faint stubble darkening his sharp jawline. The air between us feels charged, heavy with tension and something else I can’t quite name. A subtle scent of cedarwood and smoke lingers around him, earthy and steady, just like his presence.“There’s always a choice,” he says quietly, his voice low but firm. There’s a trace of amusement there, like he’s testing me. “You made yours.”The words sound simple, but they hit harder than I expect. My chest tightens as I meet his gaze. He looks at me like he already knows how this story ends, like every move I make was already written in his book.His eyes drop to my lips for a brief moment before returning to mine. “Shall we?” he asks softly.Before I can find my voice, another man steps forward. I recognize him immediately—the same man I saw the night Davon came to my apartment. I had done my research afterward, reading everything I could about the Rancho family
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Chapter: 6SAMANTHAIt has been a week since a visit from the Mafia King of Nuova Speranza turned my world upside down.The morning sun spills softly through my window, golden and warm. Tiny drops of dew glimmer on the potted plants sitting on the sill, shining like little emeralds. The curtains sway gently with the breeze, carrying the smell of wet soil and sunlight. Everything feels calm — painfully calm — like the world doesn’t know what’s about to happen to me.I sit on the edge of my bed, staring at the messy sheets, hoping for an answer that isn’t there. My apartment feels quiet and empty, holding its breath along with me.Today, I become Mrs. Davon Rancho.The thought makes my heart jump and my stomach twist. I press my hands against my thighs to stop them from shaking. I’ve thought through every possible escape, every desperate idea, but there’s no way out.This is the only way to keep my family safe.I whisper the words like a prayer. Protecting my mother — Mrs. Jones — is worth whateve
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Chapter: 5SAMANTHA “You think I don’t know that?” I snap, my voice rising with frustration. “But what choice do I have? He said if I refuse, he’ll come after my family. My mother.”On the other end of the line, Sofia lets out a shaky breath. I can hear her pacing, the soft thud of her footsteps echoing through the phone. “Sam, listen to me,” she says urgently. “You can’t do this. Men like him—they don’t give, they take. They ruin everything they touch. If you marry him, you’ll never be free. You’ll lose yourself.”“I already feel lost,” I whisper, the words tasting bitter on my tongue.She doesn’t speak right away. I keep walking down the quiet street, trying to focus on anything but my life falling apart. The city is waking up—shop owners unlocking their doors, buses rumbling past, the smell of coffee drifting from a café—but all of it feels distant, like I’m watching someone else’s world through glass.“There has to be another way,” Sofia says finally, her voice softer, almost pleading. “We
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Chapter: 120SOPHIA It had been three months since I remembered everything.It didn’t come back in a rush. It came in fragments. The scent of cigarette smoke on Ricci’s coat. The sound of my laugh echoed against the kitchen tiles in our mansion. The feeling of his hand sliding over mine in the dark....I hated myself for not remembering sooner.When the final piece fell into place, it wasn’t dramatic. It didn’t steal my breath or send me into a breakdown. It was quiet. Like unlocking a room inside myself I’d boarded up out of fear.Ricci didn’t say anything when he saw it happen. He just looked at me, waiting.And I whispered, “I remember, Ricci.”He didn’t move. Just one tear rolled down his cheek. One. And then he pulled me into his arms like he’d been holding his breath for years.Now, we were here.A quiet countryside villa outside Florence. No bodyguards. No board meetings. No whispers of Sara or Project Lucifer. The media had moved on. And Ricci… he had started breathing again. So had I.Tha
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Chapter: 119RICCI The storm hadn’t stopped since.It was still roaring outside, the thunder rolling low like a warning from some angry god, but none of that mattered. Not when she collapsed into my arms like that. “Sophia?! Sophia—look at me, please. Look at me—!” Her name tore from my mouth.She wasn’t answering. Her face was pale, and her breath was very shallow. Her body went limp against mine, and for a second—I swear—I thought I was losing her again. I had almost started crying tbh.I carried her. I didn’t care that my boots tracked mud across the hardwood or the carpet. I didn’t care that I could barely see straight through the panic fogging my vision. I just needed her somewhere safe... somewhere quiet.I laid her gently on the couch. Her mother followed behind. She was asking questions I couldn’t answer. And that made me more angry.... frustrated....tired? All of them...or none of them? I didn't know....I didn’t know what the hell just happened. I didn’t care about explanations. All I c
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Chapter: 118SOPHIA I tossed a towel at him and rolled my eyes, biting back a smile.Twenty minutes later, he returned—fresh, damp curls, cotton shirt hugging his arms. He kissed the top of her head before sitting down at the small dining table, picking up his fork.The food was plated perfectly. As if he hadn't eaten for days…he hurriedly took one bite.He froze.Then looked up, chewing slowly. “You… this is illegal.”I smirked, sipping from the wine. “That’s the sauce I nearly ruined, by the way.”“Tastes like heaven. Or maybe I’m just drunk on you,” he said.“To fire hazards and foreplay.”She tilted her glass toward him. “To you,” he murmured. “And every damn moment like this.”“ Sophia" I heard my name the first time—barely. I didn’t answer.“Sophia?”This time it came louder. Right after a loud clap of thunder that made the window panes tremble. I blinked, suddenly aware of the room around me again. The dining room. The smell of sauce in the air and the faint scent of mom's perfume. My ha
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Chapter: 117RICCI The scent of garlic and seared butter curled through the air like an invitation. I stood by the stove, apron tied lazily around my waist, stirring the Alfredo sauce with one hand while swaying a little to the soft jazz spilling from the speaker on the counter. It was one of those evenings that felt almost too quiet. The kind where the city pulsed beyond the window, but inside this house—our house—there was only warmth, flickering light, and the sound of something soft simmering.I had just reached for the pepper grinder when I heard the front door click open.Then… footsteps.“Bambina,” came his voice. Deep….Slightly hoarse. And a little tired.I didn’t turn around. “You’re late.”“Blame the board,” he said, his footsteps drawing closer, “and a thirty-minute call about something they could’ve emailed.”I heard the soft thud of his briefcase hitting the entryway bench, followed by the loosening of his tie. My heart beat just a little faster—stupidly so. Even now. Even after all
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Chapter: 116SOPHIA It was quiet downstairs—too quiet, honestly. After a few days of being cooped up in my room like some fragile doll, I needed to feel something again. Movement perhaps….or maybe sound. I didn't really know. Even if it was just the hum of the refrigerator or the clinking of plates.We were back in New York now. And strangely, everything felt both familiar and distant, like a dream I kept dipping in and out of.But Mom was right—I was starting to remember things.Still, I won't deny it. I missed Mabel. A lot more than I expected to.Little flashes were coming back gradually. I remembered working for Mike to bring down someone whom I couldn't remember. I didn't know why Matilda helped me a lot in remembering Isabella, and I also remembered I loved dandelions. The way the living room light slanted in from the window around this hour. It didn’t always last, but it came in stronger waves these days.I wandered into the living room and paused near the side table. There was a photo fra
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Chapter: 115MABEL It had just been two days since Vivienne took Sophia back to New York.Two slow, dragging days.She said she had a company to oversee—some fashion thing or luxury firm or whatever rich people do when they’re not breaking hearts—and that Sophia being in the city might jog her memory. I didn’t argue, but Lord knows I wanted to.I didn’t want her to go.Not because I thought I knew best—no. But because that girl had curled herself into my home, into my routine, into my life. There was something tender about the way she folded laundry or stirred her tea or stared at the ceiling like she was searching for someone who never came.You don't watch a girl like that walk away and feel whole again.But what could I do? Say no to Vivienne Williams? That woman could put ice in a volcano and still walk out with her hair done.So now the apartment was quiet again. Not empty, but quieter in the saddest way. And here I was, on a Saturday, wiping down the same wooden table for the third time bec
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