A CONTRACT FROM THE DEVIL
Dark RomanceSteamyCEOMafiaPossessiveBetrayalContract MarriageHate to Love
Elena Brooks didnât sell her soul for money.
She sold it for her sisterâs life.
When cold-hearted billionaire Alessandro Rossi offers her a way out of insurmountable debt. One year as his contract wife, she has no choice but to sign. One bed. Brutal rules. Total surrender. In exchange: five million dollars and protection from the enemies her father betrayed.
But Sandro Rossi is no ordinary billionaire.
He is the ruthless Don of the Rossi Syndicate, a man who takes what he wants and destroys what he canât control.
Now trapped in his opulent penthouse, Elena finds herself at the mercy of a predator. Every lingering stare makes her pulse race. Every deliberate touch sets her skin on fire. Every whispered command strips away another piece of her resistance. The more she fights his dominance, the more shamefully she craves it.
As dangerous rivals close in and deadly secrets rise from the past, Elena realizes the real threat isnât the contract.
Itâs the monster whoâs slowly claiming her body⊠and stealing her heart.
Some deals are written in ink.
Theirs was sealed in blood, lust, and obsession.
And once Sandro Rossi decides a woman belongs to himâŠ
He never lets her go.
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Chapter: Chapter 10The First TestThe penthouse felt smaller with every passing hour. Elena paced the living room like a caged animal, the rulebook burning a hole in her mind. No phone. No contact with the outside world. No freedom. She had memorized the first ten rules like a good little wife, but obedience tasted like ash on her tongue.Late afternoon light slanted through the windows. Sandro had left for a meeting hours ago, leaving only the quiet staff and the ever-present security cameras. Or so she thought.She slipped into the hidden office again, heart hammering. The landline on the desk had been disconnected earlier, but sheâd noticed a sleek black phone in one of the charging docks yesterday. Maybe it wasnât monitored. Maybe she could reach Juliette, even for thirty seconds, just to say she was alive.Elena picked up the receiver with trembling fingers and dialed her best friendâs number from memory. It rang once. Twice.A low, dangerous voice spoke from the doorway.âPut it down.âShe froze.
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Chapter: Chapter 9Public ImageLater that afternoon, Sandro found Elena in the library, curled up with the rulebook in her lap. She hadnât spoken much since breakfast, still simmering from the loss of her phone and the quiet way he had dismantled her defiance. He stood in the doorway for a moment, watching her, before stepping inside.âWe have our first public appearance in five days,â he said without preamble. âA charity gala for the Rossi Foundation. High profile. Politicians, old money, and several people I need to impress⊠or intimidate.âElena looked up sharply. âWe?ââYes. Youâll be on my arm.â His tone left no room for argument. âThe world needs to see my beautiful wife. Happy. Obedient. Perfect.âThe word âwifeâ still felt like a slap. She closed the rulebook with a snap. âAnd if I refuse to play along?âSandroâs lips curved. âThen the consequences we discussed this morning will feel like childâs play. But I donât think youâll refuse.â He extended his hand. âCome. The dresses have arrived.âShe
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Chapter: Chapter 8The RulesMorning light poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the penthouse in soft gold. Elena woke with a start, her body tangled in silk sheets damp from restless dreams. The ache between her thighs hadnât faded. If anything, it had deepened. She sat up slowly, pressing her thighs together, and cursed under her breath. The memory of Sandroâs tattooed forearms and the graze of his fingers on her back refused to leave her alone.A soft knock sounded at her door.âBreakfast in twenty minutes,â a female voice called. Probably one of the discreet staff members who moved like ghosts through the penthouse. âMr. Rossi is waiting.âElena showered quickly, the hot water doing little to calm her nerves. She chose a simple cream-colored dress from the closet, modest but elegant, with a fitted bodice and a skirt that fell just above her knees. No underwear had been provided that felt safe enough; she went without, another small rebellion that made her feel strangely powerful.Wh
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Chapter: Chapter 7First NightThe penthouse lay wrapped in deep silence. Elena waited until she heard the distant click of Sandroâs bedroom door before slipping out of bed. She wore the black silk slip sheâd found in the closet, short, dangerously thin, and far too intimate. The hem brushed the tops of her thighs as she moved barefoot across the cool marble floors.The city lights glittered far below through the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the living area into a sleek, expensive cage. Everything felt too perfect, too controlled. She tried the first door she reached. Locked. A second near the east wing, also locked. Frustration burned in her chest. What was he hiding behind them?She continued down the hallway and slipped into what appeared to be a private gym. Moonlight illuminated weights, a heavy punching bag, and expensive equipment. At the far end, a nearly invisible door blended into the dark paneling. It opened under her touch.A hidden office.The room smelled of leather and sandalwood. A
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Chapter: Chapter 6Welcome HomeThe Maybach glided through the city like a shadow, smooth and silent. Elena sat rigid in the soft leather seat, the massive diamond on her finger feeling heavier with every passing streetlight. Sandroâs thigh brushed against hers in the spacious backseat, a constant, deliberate reminder of his presence. He hadnât spoken since they left Rossi Tower, but she could feel his eyes on her, dark, assessing, possessive.The car finally slowed and turned into an underground parking garage beneath one of the most exclusive residential towers in Manhattan. Private. Secure. Impenetrable.Sandro stepped out first, then extended his hand to her. Elena hesitated for half a second before placing her palm in his. His grip was firm, warm, and far too controlling as he helped her out. The moment she stood, he didnât release her hand. Instead, he kept it tucked in his as they walked toward a private elevator.The doors opened with a soft chime. Inside, there were no buttons, only a sleek pa
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Chapter: Chapter 5The Point of No ReturnElena barely remembered how she got home. The city lights blurred past the taxi window as her mind replayed every second in Sandroâs office. His dark eyes tracing her body, the heat of his fingers brushing her neck, the way her traitorous body had responded with slick heat between her thighs. She hated herself for it. Hated how even now, hours later, her core still throbbed with unwanted arousal.Her apartment felt smaller than ever when she finally stepped inside. Claire was still on the pull-out couch, face tight with pain even in sleep. The crisis from earlier had not fully passed. Elena stood in the doorway for a long moment, just watching her little sister breathe. The weight of the decision pressed down on her chest like a concrete slab.She called Juliette.âEllie? What the hell happened?â Julietteâs voice was sharp with worry the moment she picked up. âYou sound like youâve seen a ghost.âElena sank onto the floor, back against the wall, and told her eve
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