A Contract With The Devil in a Suit
To save his mother’s life as she lay critically ill in the operating room, Dante had no choice.
The hospital bills kept piling up. Every door he knocked on for help closed, one by one. Until an offer came—dirty, dangerous, and binding.
To become a mafia boss’s kept man.
Leonard Virelli was not just a wealthy man. He was the shadow ruler of the city—ambitious, manipulative, and accustomed to getting whatever he wanted.
Including Dante.
Dante knew this was not simply a “relationship.” It was an unspoken contract of ownership. Of a body paid for. Of a life slowly brought under control.
He had never imagined himself stepping into a world like that. But for the cost of the surgery, for the only family he had left, Dante was willing to swallow his pride.
What he did not expect was how dangerous Leonard truly was.
The man did not only want Dante’s presence at his side—he wanted obedience. Loyalty. Perhaps even… his heart.
Behind the expensive suits and cold smiles, Leonard harbored an unhealthy obsession. He was not used to being rejected. Not used to losing. And the more Dante tried to keep his emotional distance, the tighter Leonard’s grip became.
Trapped between guilt, desperation, and feelings that began to grow without permission, Dante found himself asking a question he was afraid to answer:
Did he sell himself to save his mother?
Or had he unknowingly surrendered himself to a man who would never let him go?
In the mafia world filled with blood and betrayal, love is not tenderness.
Love is possession.
And Dante has just signed a contract with the most dangerous man in the city.
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Chapter: Chapter 40Dante’s new apartment in Brooklyn had no marble pillars or bowing servants greeting his every step. It was just an open space with exposed brick walls, large windows overlooking the bridge, and bookshelves slowly filling with the classic literature he genuinely loved—not the ones imposed by Leonard’s taste. Here, the air smelled of fresh paper and brewed coffee, not the suffocating sandalwood perfume that once defined his life.Dante sat in a rattan chair by the window, holding his father’s pocket watch as it continued to tick steadily. It felt as though he was learning how to walk again after years of having his legs shackled. And yet, despite cutting off all formal communication with the prison, one thing still haunted him: the final secret Leonard had whispered about his father.“Your father… he was the one who came to me first.”The sentence looped in his mind like a broken tape. Dante knew he had to confirm it—not because he wanted to return to Leonard, but because he couldn’t bu
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Chapter: Chapter 39The silence that filled the Upper East Side townhouse that morning felt different. It was no longer the suffocating quiet of looming threats, but the stillness that follows a war—the kind left behind after a storm has passed, leaving debris waiting to be cleared.Dante stood in the center of his study, gazing at the bookshelves once curated to Leonard’s taste. With calm, deliberate movements, he began removing the books one by one, placing them into large boxes.He was no longer dressed in his usual tailored suits. Instead, he wore a simple white cotton shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. At his waist, the silver pocket watch now hung from a new chain, ticking steadily in his vest pocket. Each beat was a quiet reminder: Leonard’s time had ended, while his had only just begun.“Mr. Dante, all arrangements for your mother’s relocation are complete,” Marco said from the doorway, his voice softer than usual. “The west coast location is secure. No trace of the Virelli name. No digital foo
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Chapter: Chapter 38The night over Staten Island felt suffocating, as if the peninsula had been cut off from the glittering pulse of Manhattan. In an abandoned industrial zone, an old meat-processing warehouse loomed like a monument to decay, exuding an aura of death that clung to the air. Dante stood behind the open door of a dark tactical van, watching the building through night-vision binoculars. Beside him, Marco and twelve fully armed operatives waited in disciplined silence.Dante no longer trembled. Whatever fear once lived in him had vanished the moment he saw his mother’s empty bed. What remained was something colder—pure, merciless, borrowed from the very soul of Leonard Virelli. His fingers brushed the pocket watch in his vest before settling on the grip of the semi-automatic pistol at his waist.“Moretti won’t expect us this soon,” Marco whispered. “They think you’ll spend the night begging Leonard.”“They misjudged who holds the power now,” Dante replied, his voice low, almost serpentine. “M
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Chapter: Chapter 37The thin ticking of the pocket watch, now beating steadily in Dante’s vest pocket, felt like a second, unfamiliar heartbeat. In the silence of his room in Switzerland, the sound became a metronome for the emptiness that had taken hold of his soul. Dante stood before the vast window overlooking Lake Geneva. Morning mist still clung to the water’s surface, creating a view that was serene yet lifeless—exactly how he felt after the “celebration” of Vargas’s destruction the night before.He had won the war. Leonard’s enemies now understood that the “pet” possessed fangs far sharper than his master’s. And yet, victory brought no satisfaction. Every time Dante looked at his hands, he no longer saw the fingers of a writer or the son of a factory worker. He saw the hands of a ruler—one who had just destroyed a man’s life without hesitation.“Mr. Dante, breakfast is ready,” Marco’s voice came from behind the door. “And Dr. Keller… she’s already in your mother’s ward. She’s working very diligent
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Chapter: Chapter 36The air inside the federal penitentiary felt far colder this time. Perhaps it was because Dante had instructed Marco to cut off the “extra funds” that had once ensured the heating in Leonard’s block ran at full capacity. Dante walked through the concrete corridors, his leather shoes echoing sharply as they sliced through the oppressive silence. He no longer came with slumped shoulders; he came with his back straight, his gaze no longer searching for protection—but demanding recognition of his dominance.In the visitation room, Leonard was already waiting. Without the luxurious carpet that had adorned his cell for the past few weeks, and without the artisan coffee the guards used to smuggle in, he looked slightly paler. Yet when he saw Dante enter—draped in a grand black fur coat, his expression carved from ice—Leonard’s eyes gleamed with uncontrollable excitement.Dante picked up the receiver but let the silence stretch between them for several long minutes. He wanted Leonard to feel
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Chapter: Chapter 35The ticking of the pocket watch, now resting in Dante’s vest pocket, felt like a second, foreign heartbeat. In the silence of his room in Switzerland, the sound became a metronome for the emptiness consuming his soul. Dante stood before the wide window overlooking Lake Geneva. Morning fog still clung to the surface of the water, painting a scene that was calm yet lifeless—just like what he felt after last night’s “celebration” of Vargas’s downfall.He had won the war. Leonard’s enemies now understood that the “pet” possessed fangs far sharper than his master’s. And yet, the victory brought no satisfaction. Each time he looked at his hands, he no longer saw the fingers of a writer or the son of a factory worker—he saw the hands of a ruler who had just destroyed a man’s life without blinking.“Breakfast is ready, Mr. Dante,” Marco’s voice came from behind the door. “And Dr. Keller… she’s already in your mother’s ward. She’s working very diligently this morning.”Dante turned, his gaze h
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Between Three Loves
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One sacred promise, a thousand lies, and one secret that destroys.
For Dewangga, his wedding day with Vivian should have been the beginning of a perfect and honorable life. However, a small incident in the dressing room—an accidental spill of coffee—led him into a trap he never expected. Behind the locked door, he met Davian, Vivian's wild and manipulative half-brother.
Davian knew Dewangga's biggest secret. He knew that behind the dashing wedding suit, Dewangga hid an orientation that he suppressed deeply. With intoxicating touches and sharp words, Davian began to ensnare Dewangga in an irresistible forbidden obsession.
Now, Dewangga is trapped in a torturous charade. By day, he is the perfect husband to Vivian. But in the darkness, he is a prisoner of Davian's passion. When his wife's touch no longer stirs his body, Dewangga is forced to borrow another man's shadow to survive his wedding night.
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Chapter: Chapter 30The silence of the highlands was not the peaceful lullaby Dewangga had imagined back in the chaotic, smog-choked corridors of Jakarta. Instead, it was a heavy, omnipresent weight—a ringing in his ears that amplified every beat of his heart and every intrusive thought he had tried to bury. In the city, the noise had been a shield. The screech of tires, the hum of air conditioners, and the constant chime of notifications had provided a frantic rhythm that kept him moving, never allowing him enough stillness to truly look inward.Here, in the small stone cottage perched on the edge of the mist-laden ridge, there was nowhere to hide from himself.Dewangga sat at the scarred wooden table, his laptop open. The glow of the screen was the only sharp light in the dim room, casting long, flickering shadows against the walls. The cursor blinked—a steady, rhythmic pulse. Flash. Flash. Flash. It felt like a ticking clock, or perhaps a taunt. He had spent years dreaming of the day he could write wi
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Chapter: Chapter 29The train hummed along the tracks, the repetitive vibration acting as a catalyst for Dewangga’s thoughts. Jakarta’s skyline had long since been replaced by the sprawling emerald of paddy fields and the jagged silhouettes of the Dieng Plateau. In his hand, he held a small wooden talisman—a gift from one of the children at the orphanage. It was a simple thing, carved from scrap teak, yet it felt heavier than any of the gold-plated trophies that used to line the shelves of the Surya mansion.Dewangga opened his laptop. The cursor blinked on the white screen, a steady, rhythmic pulse like a second heartbeat. He looked at the title he had written: Light Behind the Mist. For the first time in his life, he wasn't trying to predict the reader's reaction or manipulate a plot twist. He was simply letting the truth flow.In the women's correctional facility, the atmosphere was thick with the smell of floor wax and stale air. Vivian sat in the visitor's room, her hands folded neatly on the wooden
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Chapter: Chapter 24The morning sun in the highlands filtered through the wooden shutters of the small clinic where Dewangga worked. The smell of antiseptic no longer felt like the scent of death; now, it carried the aroma of hope. Dewangga, known to the locals as Mr. Adrian, was organizing patient records when Sarah walked in with a guarded expression."You have a visitor," Sarah said quietly. Her hands held a tray of sterile gauze, but her eyes held a wariness Dewangga hadn’t seen since they left the mountain ridges.Dewangga set his pen down. "A visitor? Who?""Someone from Jakarta. He says he’s not one of Vivian’s men, but he carries a very specific message."Dewangga stood, smoothing his faded flannel shirt. He walked to the front veranda. There sat a middle-aged man in a simple batik shirt, looking starkly out of place against the wild mountain backdrop. It was Mr. Baskoro, the former senior lawyer for the Surya family who had resigned immediately after the Project Orion scandal erupted."Dewangga,
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Chapter: Chapter 23The mountain air was a sharp contrast to the humid, suffocating weight of Jakarta. As the three figures ascended the narrow goat path, the world below began to dissolve into a tapestry of deep greens and morning mists. Dewangga walked with a steady pace, his body aching but his mind clearer than it had been in years. Behind him, Sarah guided Davian, who moved with a newfound, albeit fragile, determination.They reached a small stone hut perched on a ridge that overlooked a valley so deep the bottom was hidden by clouds. This was the sanctuary Sarah had promised—a place that didn't exist on any map, owned by a man who owed his life to a secret long buried.Dewangga dropped his pack and leaned against the cold stone wall. He watched as Sarah helped Davian into a chair. The silence here was absolute, broken only by the whistling of the wind through the pines."You're thinking about her," Davian said, his voice stronger now, though still textured like gravel.Dewangga didn't turn around.
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Chapter: Chapter 22The train sped through the darkness of the Javanese countryside, a rhythmic clatter that felt like a countdown. Dewangga sat by the window, his reflection ghostly against the glass. The city of Jakarta, with its towering monuments to greed and the smoldering ruins of the Surya empire, was already a hundred miles behind him.In his lap, the laptop remained closed. Project Orion had done its work. The digital guillotine had fallen, and by now, the headlines would be screaming about the fall of a dynasty. He had watched the pillars crumble from a rooftop, felt the cold satisfaction of justice, but it had left a hollow ache where his heart used to be.He opened his small notebook to a fresh page. His hands were steady now, the tremors of fear replaced by the heavy stillness of a man who had accepted his fate.At the Surya headquarters, the silence was more deafening than the sirens outside. Vivian sat at her desk, the mahogany surface covered in the dust of a broken legacy. The monitors w
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Chapter: Chapter 21The hum of the freighter’s massive engines vibrated through the steel floor of the cabin, a low-frequency growl that felt like the heartbeat of a leviathan. Dewangga sat at the small, bolted-down desk, his eyes reflecting the harsh blue light of the laptop screen. Outside the porthole, the moonless night had turned the sea into an infinite void of ink. He was no longer in Indonesian waters; he was in the "in-between," a ghost drifting through the legal grey zones of the high seas.He looked at the list he had begun to compile. The names were more than just identities; they were pillars of a corrupt architecture. At the very top sat Vivian Surya. Below her, a web of generals, tech moguls, and silent partners who had turned the Surya name into a synonym for untouchable power.A sharp knock at the door broke his concentration. Before he could answer, the Singaporean man—known now only as Chen—stepped inside. He looked at the screen, then at Dewangga, his expression unreadable."The board
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