Saved a Stranger, Now The Bride of the Mafia Devil
Tears blurred my vision as I cradled his face between my trembling hands.
"My Dan..." I whispered as my voice cracked under the weight of a thousand unshed tears. "Let's go back to Willow Creek.”
The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only sound filling the sterile hospital room. It was cruelly rhythmic, reminding me that he was still alive... yet so impossibly far away. I forced a smile through my tears, gently brushing a strand of dark hair away from his forehead.
"You promised we'd go home someday," I whispered as I leaned my forehead gently against his. "So please…don't leave me here alone."
Ava had always thought that the biggest problem in her life was being trapped in a tiny countryside town. Until she found a wounded stranger bleeding inside her father's barn. She should have called the police but instead, she saved him.
She had no idea the man she hid was the ruthless mafia leader whose name made powerful men tremble and enemies disappear without a trace.
When Dante wakes up, he plans to leave as soon as his wounds heal. But then,falling in love was never part of the plan but the moment his eyes meet Ava's, something inside the cold-hearted mafia king shifts. For the first time in his life, the man who fears nothing finds himself unable to go.
But when his violent world collides with her peaceful one and as rival mafia families close in and deadly secrets surface, Ava is dragged into a world of violence, betrayal, and dangerous desire. The deeper she falls into Dante's world, the more she realizes terrifying truths.
Now,can a gentle country girl survive the obsession of the most dangerous man in Italy... or will loving Dante Russo cost her everything?
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Chapter: A friendDante's POVThe rain drummed steadily against the roof as a knock echoed through the farmhouse.Across the room, Ava looked up from the sofa, surprise flickering across her face."Who could be that? It's already late?""I'll check," I said quietly.She nodded, curling the blanket a little tighter around herself while I crossed the room.I unlocked the front door and opened it only far enough to see who stood outside.A tall man dressed in a black suit stood beneath a black umbrella, rainwater dripping from its edges onto the porch. The moment our eyes met, he lowered his head respectfully."Boss."I narrowed my eyes on him."...Marco."For a brief second, neither of us spoke.Of all the people I had expected to find outside this farmhouse, Marco wasn't one of them. Without another word, I stepped onto the porch and quietly pulled the door almost shut behind me, leaving only a narrow gap. I didn't want Ava overhearing this conversation."What are you doing here?" I asked.Marco kept hi
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Chapter: Farmhouse RhythmThe farmhouse slowly settled into a new rhythm over the following weeks, and I found myself adjusting to it before I even realized it was happening.The silence that had once felt suffocating no longer pressed against my chest every waking moment. It was still there, lingering in every corner of the house, but it wasn't as cruel anymore. It had become quieter somehow, gentler, allowing me to breathe without reminding me every second that Dad was gone.Morning sunlight spilled through the kitchen windows, bathing the old wooden floor in warm golden light. I stood by the stove, stirring a pot of oatmeal while absentmindedly humming one of Dad's favorite tunes. It was a simple melody he always sang while making coffee, usually so off-key that I'd tease him about it.Halfway through the chorus, I froze.The smile on my face slowly faded as my eyes drifted toward the empty chair beside the dining table.Dad should have been sitting there with his newspaper spread open, pretending to read w
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Chapter: The HusbandI folded my arms and looked directly into Harold's stunned eyes, forcing myself to keep my voice calm even though my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it against my ribs."I'm already married."Silence settled over the porch and for a long moment, nobody moved.Harold stared at the marriage certificate as though it had personally offended him. His mouth opened, then closed again before he finally managed to choke out a single word."...What?"I didn't repeat myself. I simply stood there with my shoulders straight and chin lifted slightly, gripping the certificate tightly enough that the paper trembled slightly between my fingers. I refused to let him see how nervous I really was.His eyes darted from the document to my face and back again. The color drained from his face before returning in an angry shade of red."This... this is some kind of joke.""It's not," I replied evenly. "It's legal. If you don't believe me, you're welcome to verify it at the courthouse."Sheriff Collins
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Chapter: A wife's proofAva POV The first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting warm golden streaks across the bedroom. Birds chirped peacefully, completely unaware that only a few hours earlier, death had walked through the forest.I shifted beneath the blanket, still trapped somewhere between sleep and wakefulness but then, something felt... heavy,warm and safe.I frowned without opening my eyes and the weight resting against me refused to move no matter how much I shifted.Slowly, I forced my eyes open. At first, all I saw was black fabric stretched across an impossibly broad chest.My sleepy brain struggled to process what I was looking at. I blinked once as my gaze slowly lifted. Strong shoulders, a firm jaw, dark hair falling carelessly across a sleeping face and then…an arm wrapped securely around my waist. My entire body froze.Dante.Heat rushed into my cheeks so fast I thought I might burst into flames as my heart slammed wildly against my ribs.Oh... my God.How...
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Chapter: The man in the dark 2The footsteps stopped directly beneath the bedroom window and I didn't move. Years of surviving in a world where hesitation meant death had trained every instinct I possessed. My breathing slowed until it became almost imperceptible, my heartbeat steady despite the sharp pulse of pain in my healing side. Whoever was outside wasn't wandering by accident. He had approached carefully, circled the farmhouse, and positioned himself beneath the only room where Ava and I were sleeping.He was hunting.I turned my head toward the bed and moonlight spilled through the curtains, washing Ava's sleeping face in a pale silver glow. She slept peacefully, completely unaware of the danger circling their home. One hand rested beneath her cheek while loose strands of hair framed her face, her breathing slow and peaceful despite everything she'd endured over the past few days.Good. Let her sleep.I wrapped my fingers around the familiar grip, which was loaded and safe off, exactly as the old man had le
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Chapter: The man in the darkDante POV"S-Sleep... with you?"For a second, I simply looked at her."Yeah," I said. "Sleep."She blinked, her brows knitting together."What?""In the same bed."Silence settled between us for a while, then, understanding arrived a second later, flushing her cheeks in a slow climb of color she tried and failed to hide."Oh..."The corners of my mouth lifted almost imperceptibly."What did you think I meant?""I..." Her gaze darted everywhere except toward me. "Nothing. I wasn't thinking about anything.""I didn't ask.""You just did.""I asked what you thought.""And I said nothing."I studied her for another moment."If you say so."She cleared her throat and avoided my eyes."I'll get another blanket.""There isn't another bed.""I can sleep on the couch.""You'll wake up unable to move.""Then I'll sleep on the floor."I stared at her for a moment. She had removed a bullet from my body with shaking hands. Yet somehow, sleeping in the same bed embarrassed her more than any of tha
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Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle
It was meant to be the happiest night of Layla’s life—her birthday, the moment she officially stepped into adulthood.
Instead, she walked into a crowded nightclub and watched her boyfriend laugh, drink, and kiss another girl while the world looked on.
Humiliation followed swiftly. Dragged into a cruel game of Truth or Dare, Layla became the night’s entertainment. When the bottle landed on her, the challenge sounded harmless enough: seven minutes in heaven with a man of her choice.
Everyone expected her to choose him.
She didn’t.
Her gaze went to the man watching silently from the shadows—his uncle. The one man she was never supposed to want, yet couldn’t look away from.
Seven minutes was all it took to spark something forbidden. Something dark. Something that refused to stay contained.
When the night ended, nothing returned to normal. He became her obsession and most dangerous temptation. And Layla found herself willing to risk everything—family, reputation, even her own heart—for a man she was never meant to desire.
This is a story of betrayal, passion, and the pull of a love that should never exist.
Once caught in it, there is no turning back.
قراءة
Chapter: Three months laterThree months later...Spring had quietly given way to early summer and life, somehow, had continued.Not perfectly or without scars but it had continued. Layla still missed her parents every single day. There were mornings she instinctively reached for her phone to call her mother before remembering there was no one to answer anymore. There were nights she still dreamed about that terrible evening.The pain hadn't disappeared but had simply become something she learned to carry. Nadia had recovered far better than anyone expected.The gunshot wound had healed, leaving behind only a thin scar and a reminder that she had survived.Three weeks ago, she had accepted an architectural position at one of the city's leading design firms and Elias congratulated her in his usual quiet way.The following morning, he handed her a set of keys."I can't accept this," Nadia protested immediately."You already have.""Mr. Thorne…""It isn't a gift. It's security." Elias said.That had been the end o
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Chapter: HarderLayla couldn’t help it—she burst out laughing, closing the book and setting it aside. “You’re impossible. Come here.”She turned toward him fully, and he didn’t waste a second. He pulled her into his lap, his hands settling on her hips beneath the oversized hoodie. Their conversation faded into softer words as he kissed her properly this time—slow, deep, and full of pent-up longing. Layla melted against him, her fingers threading through his damp hair as she kissed him back with equal passion.“You’ve been working too hard,” she whispered against his lips between kisses. “I worry about you too, you know.”“I’m fine as long as you’re here when I come home.” His hands slipped under the hoodie, tracing the smooth skin of her back. “This—coming back to you—is what keeps me going.”Their kisses grew heated, tongues tangling as desire built. Layla tugged at his shirt, and he helped her pull it off, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest. She ran her hands over his skin, feeling the warm
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Chapter: FinalsLayla covered her face immediately. She couldn't just imagine Chloe being like that."No."Marcus answered,looking completely unfazed.Chloe brightened instantly."Oh.""Do you want one?"Layla groaned."Chloe.""What?"Marcus answered before Layla could apologize."I don't have time.""Oh."“But what if the right person showed up?"Marcus looked genuinely thoughtful.Then—"I'd still be busy."Layla burst out laughing. She couldn't help it. Marcus remained completely serious which somehow made it funnier.Chloe looked offended."You reject people professionally, don't you?""I've been told that before.""Wow."Marcus nodded."Thank you.""That wasn't a compliment.""I know."Layla laughed harder. She laughed so much that tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.Chloe pointed dramatically at Marcus."See? Even Layla agrees you're impossible."Marcus kept his eyes on the road."I wasn't trying to be possible.""Oh my God," Chloe groaned. "You really talk like that."Marcus didn't answ
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Chapter: Different viewTwenty minutes later, Layla and Chloe were heading toward the elevator, the warmth of that upstairs moment still lingering on Layla’s skin like a secret. Nadia remained at the penthouse to continue her recovery, with Maria practically forbidding her from leaving. Marcus waited downstairs beside one of the sleek black luxury SUVs, his posture calm and intimidating as always.Chloe immediately straightened her posture, flashing a bright smile. “Good morning, Marcus.”“Good morning,Miss Chloe,” he replied politely, opening the rear door with professional efficiency. Chloe looked personally offended by his restraint. “One of these days I’ll crack that professional shell,” she muttered to Layla as they climbed in.Layla nearly laughed. “Good luck with that.”The SUV pulled smoothly away from the penthouse. For the first time in weeks, they were truly going back to college. The campus looked exactly the same—sun-dappled paths, students hurrying between buildings, groups gathered beneath
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Chapter: I love youLayla sighed but stood up with a small smile playing on her lips as she followed him upstairs. The master suite was a sanctuary of quiet luxury. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, elegant shadows across the king-sized bed and plush rugs. The city sprawled below like a glittering promise. Layla closed the bedroom door behind her with a soft click.“What is it?” she asked, though she already suspected.Elias was standing near the bathroom doorway, his tall frame silhouetted by the light. He turned toward her slowly. For a long moment, he simply studied her face—the faint shadows beneath her eyes that had begun to fade, the way her smile came a little easier now, the subtle strength returning to her posture but he was still worried. “Are you sure you’re ready to go back today?” His voice was calm, low, and laced with genuine concern.Layla blinked, stepping closer. “What? School?”“Yes. School.” He closed the distance between them with measured steps.
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Chapter: Back to NormalThe penthouse basked in a rare, fragile peace that Monday morning. Sunlight streamed through the towering floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the marble floors and sleek modern furniture in warm golden hues. After weeks of unrelenting chaos—hospital vigils, funerals, media storms, and the shadow of murder accusations—it felt almost surreal to wake up to ordinary silence. No frantic calls in the middle of the night,no urgent knocks at the door,no headlines screaming Elias Thorne’s name in connection with death and scandal. Just the soft hum of the city far below and the distant clink of dishes from the kitchen. Layla stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, carefully adjusting the collar of her crisp white blouse. She smoothed down the fabric of her navy skirt and stared at her reflection. Physically, she looked the same—same long hair falling in soft waves, same determined eyes but something had shifted behind them. Grief had carved permanent lines into her spirit.
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