Indebted to my mafia husband: my step son’s obsession
One marriage of convenience. Two dangerous men. A secret that will burn an empire to the ground.
Elena married Lorenzo Moretti for one reason: survival. To save her dying mother, she became the "Porcelain Queen" to the city’s most feared Mafia Don. The contract was simple: her company in exchange for his protection. No touch, no love, just a beautiful, silent cage.
But the silence is shattered when Lorenzo’s estranged son, Dante, returns from Sicily. Brutal, reckless, and hungry for everything his father owns, Dante doesn't see a stepmother—he sees a challenge.
What begins as a cold war of glances in the hallways spirals into a visceral, forbidden obsession. Caught between the man who saved her life and the man who makes her feel alive, Elena enters a world of blood and betrayal where every kiss is a death warrant.
Now, a pregnancy has turned the Moretti household into a ticking time bomb. With a husband who is physically incapable of being the father and a son ready to kill for the throne, Elena must navigate a deadly game of shadows.
In this house, the only thing more dangerous than the truth is the lie that keeps you alive.
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Chapter: Chapter 5: The Weight of the CrownThe red dot of the laser sight danced across Elena’s chest, settling right over her heart. Marco’s face was a mask of cold professionalism. In the chaotic vacuum of a power struggle, the enforcer had realized that a dead Moretti legacy was worth more to the rival Rossi family than a living one was to a crumbling Don."Marco, wait," Elena gasped, her hands instinctively shielding her stomach. "Lorenzo will skin you alive. You know what he does to traitors.""Lorenzo is a ghost," Marco sneered, his finger tightening on the trigger. "He just doesn't know he’s dead yet. And the boy? He’s a bastard with a hero complex. The Rossis pay in gold, not in 'loyalty'."The silenced thud of a gunshot echoed in the narrow corridor.Elena braced for the impact, her eyes slamming shut. But the pain didn't come. Instead, she heard the heavy, wet thud of a body hitting the floorboards. She opened her eyes to see Marco slumped against the wall, a neat, dark hole blooming in the center of his forehead.Da
Última actualización: 2026-02-15
Chapter: Chapter 4: The Judas KissThe silence that followed Lorenzo’s confession was heavier than the lead in his revolver. The revelation hung in the air like poison gas—Dante wasn't even his biological son, and now, the woman he had tried to "save" was carrying a child that proved his ultimate humiliation.Dante stood frozen. The arrogance that usually defined him had been stripped away, replaced by a raw, hollow shock. He had spent his life trying to live up to—and then tear down—the legacy of a man who wasn't even his blood."Sterile?" Dante whispered, the word catching in his throat."A secret I took to my grave, or so I thought," Lorenzo said, his voice devoid of emotion. He looked at the revolver on the table, then back at Elena. "I gave you a sanctuary, Elena. I treated your mother like my own sister. I asked for nothing but your presence. And you... you brought the rot into the one room I thought was clean."Elena couldn't speak. Her lungs felt as though they were filled with crushed glass. She looked at Lore
Última actualización: 2026-02-15
Chapter: Chapter 3: The Coldest WinterThe handle turned. The lock, which had felt like a sturdy shield only moments ago, now felt as flimsy as a paper ribbon. Elena scrambled to the sink, splashing cold water on her face to wash away the tell-tale paleness of her skin.Lorenzo entered, followed by Dr. Aris—a man who had been the Moretti family’s personal physician for thirty years. Aris wasn't just a doctor; he was a vault. He knew which scars came from knives and which came from bullets. He also knew the intimate medical history of every person in this house."You look peaked, Elena," Lorenzo said. He stepped toward her, his hand reaching out to touch her forehead. His touch was cool, stable, and filled with a genuine affection that made the bile rise in her throat again. "Dante mentioned you seemed unwell last night."Elena’s heart skipped. Dante mentioned it? Was he trying to protect her, or was he playing a game she didn't understand?"It’s just a virus, Lorenzo," she whispered. "I don’t want to trouble the doctor.""
Última actualización: 2026-02-15
Chapter: Chapter 2: The Devil in the DetailsThe air in the bedroom froze. Elena’s heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. She didn't scream—years of living in survival mode had taught her that noise was a luxury she couldn't afford. Slowly, she turned away from the vanity, her hand gripping the edge of the cold marble.Dante stepped out from behind the heavy velvet drapes. In the soft glow of the bedside lamps, he looked less like a man and more like a ghost of the violence Lorenzo had spent years trying to refine. His leather jacket was gone, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the jagged edge of a tattoo that disappeared beneath his skin."Get out," Elena said, her voice steadier than she felt. "If Lorenzo finds you here—""Lorenzo is in his study, buried under a mountain of spreadsheets and blood-soaked invoices," Dante interrupted, his voice a smooth, dangerous drawl. He crossed the room with a silent, feline grace, stopping only when he was inches from her. "My father is a great man, Elena. Tru
Última actualización: 2026-02-15
Chapter: Chapter 1: The Gilded CageThe hospital smelled like ozone and cheap floor wax, a scent that had become the backdrop of Elena’s life. Through the reinforced glass of the ICU, she watched the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of her mother’s chest. Every breath was a miracle purchased on credit—credit that had finally run out."Million dollars, Elena," the administrator had said that morning, his voice as dry as the paperwork he pushed across the desk. "The cardiac transplant, the post-op, the 24-hour care. We can’t carry the debt anymore."Elena’s reflection in the glass looked like a ghost. At twenty-five, she should have been worrying about career ladders or bad dates. Instead, she was calculating the price of a life. Her father had walked out when she was five, leaving behind nothing but a mountain of bills and a daughter who learned too early that love didn’t put food on the table.When her friend, Sarah, called with the "opportunity," Elena hadn't even hesitated."He’s old, Elena. And he’s... complicated. But
Última actualización: 2026-02-15
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