Chapter: CHAPTER SIXTY THREE: TENSIONS RISING Damian’s POV I sit at my desk, craving the taste of my black coffee. I’ve been sorting the same three contracts for the last twenty minutes and my eyes keep sliding to the door. Where is she? Aria was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago. She’s late. And I’m already set to scold her for it. Then the door opens. I don’t look up. “You’re late. Do you have any idea how long…” “It’s not Aria.” Noah’s voice cuts through me and my throat goes dry. I look up. He’s leaning against the doorframe in his black button-down. He smiles. That slow, playful Noah smile that does something to my insides. “What got you in a bad mood this morning?” he asks, pushing off the door and dropping into the chair across from me. I realize I’m scowling, so I force my face to smooth out. “I’m fine.” “You’re not fine.” He grins. “Grumpy.” “Well, I haven’t had my morning coffee yet,” I snap back. “So I’m allowed to
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Chapter: CHAPTER SIXTY TWO: TRICKS Aria’s POV* The espresso machine hisses down the hall. I’m standing in the little kitchenette with a mug in my hand and a stupid smile I can’t wipe off my face. Damian had asked me to get black coffee for him before his meeting. Damian: “Get me a black coffee. No sugar. Before my 9am.” That’s the text he sent twenty minutes ago. It was so curt. But I keep on reading it like it’s a love letter. After the night I had last night, I’m not sure anything can tip my mood. I pour the coffee slowly, watching the dark swirl. My body still feels tender in places I didn’t know could be tender. My thighs ache and my throat is a little hoarse. And every time I think about Luca’s voice in my ear, heat crawls up my neck and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud. God. I’m ridiculous. The guys were a mess this morning. Tired, draped over each other, arguing about who was hogging the blanket while I pretended I wasn’t the reason none of us slept. I add nothing t
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Chapter: CHAPTER SIXTY ONE: FOURSOMEAria’s pov I swallow nervously, as they all watch me. You could hear a pin drop with how quiet the room is. Luca then lifts his head slowly. His eyes are dazed, like he just woke up from a dream he doesn't want to leave. He looks at Noah, then Damian, then Elias. "Are you guys going to keep watching," he says, voice rough, "or are you gonna help me take care of our girl?" Damian groans and drags a hand down his face. "Some of us were actually trying to sleep, Luca." Luca smirks. "You'd rather sleep than…" "Don't finish that sentence," Damian cuts in. "I love pussy as much as the next man. I just have human decency." I bite my bottom lip to stop the laugh from bubbling up. God, he's ridiculous. Luca then leans in and whispers so only I hear, but loud enough for them to catch. "At least they woke up to the sound of you coming," My face goes nuclear red instantly. “Luca” I hiss, smacking his chest. The tension in the room draws me back into the presen
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Chapter: CHAPTER SIXTY: GETTING THAT ‘O’Aria’s pov I wake up to darkness. The house is so quiet. The kind of quiet that makes you aware of every breath. Luca's arm is heavy across my waist while Noah's foot is tangled with mine. I stretch slowly, trying to get out of his hold. And then my ass brushes against something hard. I freeze. Oh no. Did I just rub against Lucas's hard cock. God this was a stupid idea. I guess sleeping in a bed with four attractive men wasn't the smartest idea on my part. I try to shift but the fuse has already been lit. It took just one touch and now I'm all wet. I shouldn't. I really shouldn't, but I shift again. Just a little. His cock jerks against me and a quiet groan escapes me before I can stop it. God. I'm so pent up. I can't get any sleep and now this. I’m not going to survive this without a release. But how? Then an idea strikes me. I could, sneak out and grab my vibrator hidden in my drawer. I'll just need ten minutes and I'll be back. Yeah. That's a good
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTY NINE: FAMILYARIA’S POV No one moves. We all just remain still, staring at Elias, wondering how he’s processing all this. His eyes tighten, his knuckles turn white around the railing and his breathing goes shallow. And I know that look. It was the same one he had on his face yesterday, when I saw him bleeding. I don’t know what’s wrong with him yet. But I know it breaks him. “Elias,” Damian says carefully. Elias doesn’t answer. He just keeps staring at the front door. Like he’s expecting Richard to come back through it. Before I can think, I’m crossing the living room in three steps and going straight to the stairs. I sit on the step below him. Then I reach up and cup his face in both hands. All three of them go still. I can feel the shock in the room. Elias blinks, then his eyes focus on me. “Hey,” I whisper. “Are you okay?” He stares at me, then at my hands on his face. “I’m... I’m okay,” he says. “You don’t have to worry.” “Are you sure?” I ask. M
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT: UNEXPECTED VISITORARIA’S POV* “We have a visitor,” I say. Three sets of eyes snap to me. “Who?” Luca asks. His voice is already tight. I shift my bag on my shoulder. The strap digs into me. I’ve been running on three hours of sleep and hospital coffee and I don’t have the energy for whatever this is. “Reception said his name is Mr. Kane,” I tell them. “Richard Kane.” The name hits the room like a gunshot. I can tell their father is a sore subject for them. Then Damian moves fast. He’s on his feet before I can blink, and the chair scrapes back so hard it almost tips. “Is he in the house?” he asks. “I… I don’t know,” I stammer. “He’s in the lobby. Security called up. They said he insisted on ‘family business’ and that he’s your father so…” “Did you let him in?” Luca cuts in. He’s already standing too. His fists are clenched at his sides. “No,” I say quickly. “I just came to tell you. I didn’t know if he was supposed to…” “Jesus Christ,” Damian mutters under his
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Forced bride of mafia king
When a Don Virelli dies under suspicious circumstances, his daughter Lena is handed a single solution to save her family: marry Dante Moretti. The truce between their warring families depends on it.
Lena agrees, but she doesn’t know that she’s already met Dante once before. Months earlier, drunk in a bar, she spent one night with a stranger who called himself “Luca.” He was kind, patient, and gone by morning. Now the man sitting across from her at the official engagement meeting is cold, calculating, and watches her like he knows a secret she’s forgotten.
Dante Moretti knows. He was undercover that night, and the moment he saw Lena at the Moretti-Virelli dinner, he recognized her. But admitting it would expose years of lies—starting with her father’s.
What starts as a forced alliance turns into something more dangerous: obsession, jealousy, and a slow, unwilling trust. Dante protects her with ruthless efficiency, but every time he pulls her closer, he risks exposing the truth
When the truce breaks and the Romano Family enters the picture, Lena and Dante are forced into real proximity. Kidnappings, betrayals, and a war behind the war pull them deeper into a conspiracy that started years before they met. Lena learns her mother made deals with their enemies. Dante learns that protecting Lena means burning down everything he built.
Through gala attacks, safehouse confessions, and a pregnancy that changes the stakes, Lena stops being a pawn. She learns to run the Virelli holdings, negotiate with the Commission, and fight for a seat at the table. But trust is fragile. An old one-night stand is leaked, scandal erupts, and their marriage is pushed to the breaking point.
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN: THE ESCAPELena’s POVI’m dreaming of nothin, when the hand closes around my throat.It happens so fast that for one second I think I’m still asleep, that this is just some nightmare my broken brain is conjuring out of everything I’ve heard today. Then the pressure bears down, cutting off my air completely, and every nerve in my body screams that this is real.My eyes fly open. A shadow looms over me in the dark, a ski mask blotting out any features, just the glint of eyes catching what little moonlight slips through the curtains. I claw upward instantly, fingers scrabbling for the mask, for anything, but he’s got leverage on me, his weight pinning me down, and my broken, healing body has nothing left to fight him with.No. No, no, no…..I try to scream and nothing comes out, just a strangled, airless rasp. I buck against him, shoving at his chest, his arms, anywhere I can reach, but the hand only presses harder, and black spots start blooming at the edges of my vision
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN:Lena’s POVDiego’s arm is careful around my waist as he helps me down the hallway, taking my weight so gently like I might shatter if he grips too hard.“I can walk on my own,” I tell him, already easing myself out of his hold, proving the point.And the second I do, pain rips up through my ribs so sharp I gasp out loud,Diego catches me instantly, his arm tightening back around me before I can fall. “Okay, okay, I’ve got you,” he says quickly, guiding me the rest of the way to the bed and lowering me down onto it with care. “Sorry. Sorry, I shouldn’t have let go.”“It’s not your fault.” I press a hand to my side, breathing through the ache until it dulls back down to something bearable. “I’m the one who thought I could play hero.”He hovers there a second too long, like he’s not sure whether to sit or stand or say something else, before he finally settles on the edge of the mattress, “Are you okay?”I nod, even though okay feels like a generous word for whatever this is. My side thro
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN: THE PLOT THICKENSDante’s POVFor one full second, I don’t move. Kovacs’ father.Then I straighten up, rolling my shoulders back and making my face unreadable. Whatever this man came here expecting, he isn’t going to get the satisfaction of seeing me rattled.“Diego.” I raise my voice, “Help take Lena upstairs.”“Dante I…..” Lena starts, her hand finding my sleeve.“Now, please,” I say, not taking my eyes off Volkov. I press my hand briefly over hers, just enough to soften the order, but she flinches. Diego is already moving, sliding an arm carefully around Lena’s waist to help her up, and I hear her murmuring a protest even as he steers her toward the stairs. Good boy. At least he knows when not to argue with me.Only once I hear their footsteps fade up the staircase do I turn my full attention back to the man standing in my dining room like he owns it.“Pakhan Volkov.” I let the name sit in my mouth. “That’s a name I’ve heard. Never thought I’d have the pleasure.”
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN: UNEXPECTED GUEST Lena's POVThe door clicks shut behind my mother, and the silence that follows presses down on me like a weight.I'm alone with him.Dante hasn't moved from where he stood after Mama left, his broad shoulders still tense, his jaw still tight with whatever anger he's swallowing down. I pull the blanket higher over my lap, suddenly aware of how thin my nightgown is, how exposed I feel under his gaze.*He shot you three times.*My mother's words echo in my head, looping over and over. I study him now, the sharp line of his jaw, the hard set of his mouth, the way his hands, when they're not clenched into fists, look big enough to do exactly what she said they did.Could those hands have pulled a trigger on me?I don't know why, but some small, stubborn part of me resists the thought. It doesn't fit. Nothing about it feels right. But then, what do I know? I don't remember anything. I'm building a person out of fragments and a stranger's instructions.
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN: LIESChapter 114 BONUS POV - Cara's POVThat help Maria is in my kitchen.Well, not my kitchen. His kitchen. But it should be mine. If Lena had listened to me, if she had just killed him when I asked her to, I wouldn't have to be sneaking around a house that belongs to a man I despise.I enter the kitchen and there she is, plating a bowl of soup. The smell is bland. No seasoning. White people soup for a sick person.She doesn't even look up when I walk in. The disrespect."Give it to me," I say.Maria finally looks at me, eyeing me with pure disgust. The feeling is mutual."No," she says flatly, in that thick Italian accent. "I am taking it to Madam Lena.""This is for Lena, isn't it?" I snap, stepping closer."Yes.""Then I'll take it to her. She's my daughter."Maria holds the tray tighter. "No. You will not take it to her.” she says, “Lena needs real care. You can't provide such care, so you should leave. Go sit."Excuse me?
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN: BACK IN BUSINESSDante's POVI stand by the window in our bedroom — her bedroom now, I suppose — watching her. She's sitting up against the headboard, the blanket pulled up to her chest and she hasn't said anything since Cara left."Lena?"She blinks. "Hmm?"“I asked if you wanted water," I say. "You didn't answer.""Oh. No. I'm fine."She's not fine. Something is off. Ten minutes ago, she was snapping at me for arguing with her about everything. Now she's suddenly quiet.I walk closer, slowly, so I don't spook her. I sit on the edge of the bed."Are you in pain again? Do you want me to call the doctor?"She shakes her head. "No.""Lena."She finally looks at me properly. Really looks. Her eyes roam across my face — my forehead, my eyes, my mouth, my jaw — so tenderly, and just the way she used to look at me in the mornings when she thought I was still asleep.For a second, my heart stops.Does she remember?"Tesoro?" I whisper.Her ey
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