THE MAFIA’S HIDDEN PRINCESS RETURNS
For five years, Elena Frost endured a loveless marriage, sacrificing her billionaire heiress identity to become the shadow wife of Marcus Thorne, the man who only married her because she resembled his dead fiancée.
She played the role perfectly, quiet, obedient, invisible. She watched him grieve another woman while sleeping beside her. She forgave his coldness, his distance, his cruelty.
Until the night she discovered the truth: His “dead” fiancée, Isabelle, wasn’t dead at all. She’d faked her death, married a dying tycoon for his fortune, and now she was back, ready to reclaim Marcus and destroy Elena in the process.
The final betrayal comes wrapped in humiliation: a sadistic contract orchestrated by Isabelle and five powerful men, designed to break Elena’s spirit and prove she was never worthy of Marcus. When Elena uncovers the conspiracy and realizes her husband orchestrated her degradation, she vanishes into the rain-soaked night, leaving behind the meek woman Marcus thought he knew.
But Marcus Thorne has no idea what he’s unleashed.
Because Elena Frost is actually Elena Vittoria Frost-Accardi, the hidden princess of the Accardi Empire, the world’s most powerful crime syndicate masquerading as a legitimate business conglomerate. Her five brothers are legends whispered in fear across continents. Her father is a king who toppled governments before breakfast.
And Dante Accardi, the Don who has watched Elena from the shadows since she was seventeen, is done waiting.
After one explosive night of vengeance and passion, Dante makes his intentions clear: Elena belongs to him now. He’ll burn down anyone who hurt her, starting with Marcus Thorne.
Leer
Chapter: Chapter 7: A Night of freedom II“Hey,” she said, trying to sound normal. “How’s Boston?”“Exhausting. These meetings are killing me.” He sounded tired. And something else—guilty, maybe? “How are you? What did you do last night?”Last night, when she’d been in another man’s bed. Last night, when she’d discovered what it felt like to be wanted.“Nothing much,” Elena lied smoothly. “Watched a movie. Went to bed early.”“Good. You should rest. You’ve seemed stressed lately.”Stressed. That was one word for it.“Marcus,” Elena heard herself say. “Do you love me?”Silence on the other end. Long enough that Elena’s heart started to pound.“Of course I do,” Marcus said finally. But his voice was flat, automatic. The answer you give because it’s expected, not because it’s true. “Why would you ask that?”“Just wondering.” Elena’s voice stayed steady somehow. “When are you coming home?”“Thursday, like I said. Maybe Friday if these meetings run long.” A pause. “I should go. Conference call in five minutes.”“Okay.”“Elena?”“Y
Última actualización: 2026-02-14
Chapter: Chapter 7: A Night of FreedomDante set down his glass and took hers, placing it on a nearby table. Then he took both her hands in his, his touch warm and solid.“Elena,” he said softly. “You don’t have to do anything. We can sit on that couch, talk until morning, and I’ll call you a car home. No expectations. No judgment.” He squeezed her hands gently. “But if you want to forget about your life for a few hours, if you want someone to make you feel valued, and seen, and cherished, then I’m here. Your choice. Always your choice.”Elena looked up at him. At this stranger who’d shown her more kindness in three hours than her husband had in five years.She thought about Marcus in Boston with Isabelle. Thought about the email Sarah had shown her, I need you to end things with her cleanly. Thought about five years of being invisible, unwanted, not enough.And she chose herself.“I want to forget,” she whispered. “Just for tonight. I want to feel like I matter.”Dante’s eyes darkened. “You do matter, piccola. More than y
Última actualización: 2026-02-14
Chapter: Chapter 6b: The Masquerade Ball IIElena’s throat tightened. “How did you—”“Because men are idiots. Especially when they’re intimidated by a woman’s talent.” His voice turned hard. “And any man who would try to diminish you like that doesn’t deserve you.”The certainty in his voice made Elena’s eyes sting. When was the last time someone had defended her? Believed in her?“You don’t even know me,” she whispered.“I know enough.” The song ended, but Dante didn’t let her go. “Dance with me again?”They danced through three more songs. Four. Five. Elena lost count. They talked between dances, about art, about the city, about nothing and everything. Dante made her laugh, really laugh, for the first time in months.He never asked about her life. Never pried. Just existed in the moment with her, like the outside world didn’t matter.By the time they took a break, Elena’s feet hurt and her face ached from smiling.“Champagne?” Dante asked, leading her to the bar.“I probably shouldn’t…”He ordered two glasses anyway. When he
Última actualización: 2026-02-14
Chapter: Chapter 6: The Masquerade Ball IMonday came too quickly.Elena woke up alone,Marcus had already left for Boston. No goodbye, no kiss, just a text sent at five AM: Flight’s early. See you Thursday.Thursday. Three days of freedom. Three days when she didn’t have to pretend, didn’t have to smile, didn’t have to be the wife of a man who loved someone else.She should have felt relieved. Instead, she felt empty.Victoria called at noon. “He’s gone?”“Yes.”“Good. Get dressed. We’re going out.”“Vic, I don’t…”“I don’t care what you don’t feel like doing. You’ve been locked in that house for a week like a prisoner. You’re coming out with me, and that’s final.”Elena wanted to argue, but she was too tired. “Where?”“There’s a charity gala tonight. The Masquerade ball, very fancy, raises money for children’s hospitals. I have an extra ticket.”“I can’t go to a ball, Victoria. I look like…”“You look beautiful. You always do. You just can’t see it anymore because Marcus spent five years convincing you otherwise.” Victoria’s
Última actualización: 2026-02-14
Chapter: Chapter 5: The Private investigator’s reportThe coffee shop was in a neighborhood Elena had never been to, deliberately chosen by Sarah to be far from anywhere Marcus might see them. Elena arrived ten minutes early, ordered a latte she didn’t want, and sat in a corner booth with her back to the wall.She felt like a spy. Like someone in a movie, meeting a shady contact to exchange secrets. The absurdity of it would have been funny if her entire life wasn’t falling apart.Sarah arrived exactly on time, carrying a slim leather portfolio. She ordered black coffee, scanned the shop once, old habits from her FBI days, Elena guessed, and slid into the booth across from her.“You look terrible,” Sarah said bluntly.“Thanks.”“When’s the last time you slept?”Elena couldn’t remember. “Just tell me what you found.”Sarah studied her for a long moment, then opened the portfolio. Inside were printed photos, documents, what looked like phone records. A whole life laid out in paper form.“Isabelle Laurent,” Sarah said, pulling out the top p
Última actualización: 2026-02-14
Chapter: Chapter 4: The investigation beginsElena spent the next week in a strange kind of limbo. She smiled at Marcus over breakfast, when he actually came home. She asked about his day. She played the role of dutiful wife while secretly documenting everything.Every late night. Every cancelled dinner. Every lie.The investigator Victoria had recommended was a woman named Sarah Chen. Forty-five, former FBI, with a reputation for discretion and results. She’d come to the house three days after their phone call, declined Elena’s offer of tea, and gotten straight to business.“I need to know everything,” Sarah had said, pulling out a tablet. “Names, dates, places. The more details you give me, the faster I can work.”Elena told her about Isabelle. About the phone call. About the box of photos. About Harrison Laurent and the inheritance with strings attached.Sarah had taken notes without expression, occasionally asking clarifying questions. When Elena finished, the investigator had studied her for a long moment.“This is going to
Última actualización: 2026-02-14
INICIAR SESIÓN
