Forced bride of mafia king
Dark RomanceDramaFast-Paced PlotMafiaProtectiveIndependentContract MarriageAge GapFlash Marriage
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 TWELVE: BACKLASHLena’s POV I don’t stop running until my bedroom door slams shut behind me. My chest burns. I press my back to the wood like it’ll keep the image out. It doesn’t. Blood. There was so much blood on his hands, on his shirt, on the concrete, and even on his face — God, his face. I can’t forget that empty look in his eyes, like shooting a man mid-sentence was nothing. I knew what Dante did. My father’s hands weren’t clean either. I grew up with guards, with whispers, with funerals. But knowing and seeing are different beasts. I curl into myself on the edge of the bed. My father’s face flashes in my head, then Dante’s. Both covered in red. The door opens. Dante. He’s clean now. Black button-down, sleeves rolled to his forearms, no blood, and no gun. If I hadn’t seen it, I’d never believe it happened twenty minutes ago. He crosses the room. Stops in front of me. “You have to get used to seeing that.” His voice is cold. He tilts my chin up wit
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Chapter: CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE TRUCE BREAKSDante’s POV “Luca.” She moans softly. I freeze. Just like that, I pull my hands out of her like she’s on fire. Like I’m on fire. Her eyes open slowly. She reaches for me, fingers grazing my chest. I move back. “I’m sorry…” she breathes. “Dant—” “I think you should get some sleep.” I cut her off coldly. Putting the walls back up brick by brick. “It’s been a long day.” I don’t wait for an answer. Can’t look at her. If I do, I’ll crawl back into that bed and finish what we started. I walk to the bathroom and shut the door. Good. That’s what I needed. That name. Because for a minute there, I forgot. Forgot she’s Don Virelli’s daughter. Forgot this marriage is a leash, not a love story. I step into the shower, and the scalding water hits my skin. And it doesn’t help. Because the second I close my eyes, I see her. Arched. Gasping. My name on her lips. Not Dante Moretti, Luca. The nobody from the bar who made her laugh. She l
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Chapter: CHAPTER TEN: THE KISSLena’s pov The rest of the party blurred past, but not in a good way. After the garden, Enzo vanished. No scene, no explanation. One minute he was bleeding on the gravel, the next the Moretti guards were dragging him toward the gate. No one asked questions. No one had to. The music kept playing for a while, but it felt hollow. Guests started leaving in small groups. Car doors. Muffled voices. The clink of glasses being cleared away. The house got quieter with every exit until the laughter was gone and all that was left was the echo of footsteps on marble. My mother found me near the staircase before she left. She touched my arm, her fingers cold. “Take care of yourself,” she said. Her eyes didn’t stay on me. They slid past me, to Dante. He was standing near the study doors, one hand in his pocket, face blank. My mother’s look sharpened. A warning. To him. To me. To both of us. Then she was gone. Luciano followed, their guards closing ranks behind them. The
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Chapter: CHAPTER NINE: THE TESTLena’s POV I stood at the center of the ballroom, surrounded by flowers and too many lights. Dante hadn’t left my side all day, and neither had the fake smile plastered on my face. We greeted guest after guest. Most of them were mafia bosses. Dangerous men in expensive suits, all congratulating us like I wasn’t counting down the minutes until this was over. The noise, the handshakes, the constant eyes on me—it was suffocating. After a while, Dante pulled me aside and we slid into a quiet corner. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding and looked at him. His face was set in that same cold, grumpy expression it always seemed to wear. “Why does his face always look like that?” I asked, not thinking. He turned to me immediately. I froze. I’d said it out loud. “Like what?” he asked, one brow lifting. “Oh, nothing,” I said quickly. “Your face looks fine,” “If it looked fine, you wouldn’t have said anything” He replied. “Spea
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Chapter: CHAPTER EIGHT: THE MORNING AFTERDante’s pov The night dragged. Lena tossed and turned beside me, restless even in sleep. Each shift of her body pulled my attention back to her, and back to the problem of her being there at all. I could barely get any sleep. Every time my eyes closed, yesterday came back: the first camera pulled from the wall, the way my men’s faces went tight when they found the second, the third, the fourth. All in my room. Nowhere else. Between that and the distraction of her breathing too close, rest was impossible. My jaw ached from clenching it. I still didn’t know who did it. But I was sure of one thing — it was a Moretti. The question was which one of them was stupid enough to cross me like this. The sound of her breathing and the faint creak of the mattress, pulled me out of my thoughts. She shifted again. Slow this time, half-awake. Her shoulder brushed against my chest, and for a second she stilled, like she’d realized where she was. She didn’t
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Chapter: CHAPTER SEVEN: THE FIRST NIGHTLena’s POV I stared at the camera in my hands. Why was it here? The thought hit like a cold slap. Dante. He’d given me this room too easily. My anger flared up hot and fast, burning through every feeling of exhaustion I felt earlier. I shoved the camera into my pocket, grabbed the first tank top and shorts I could find, and shoved my feet into slippers. The house was massive, quiet in a way that swallowed sound. I wandered down the hallway, listening for anything, footsteps, a voice, anything that wasn’t the pounding of my own heartbeat. Then I heard him. His voice carried from down the hallway, low and sharp. I move quietly, sticking to the shadows. “You need to get to the bottom of this,” he snapped “I’m not paying you to sit around.” I couldn’t make out the other person’s response, just a muffled murmur. Dante spoke again, colder this time. “I have her under control. Don’t worry about that” The words hit me like a shove. Anger flared, sharp and fast, but I
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