CONTRACT WIFE OF A BILLIONAIRE MAFIA BOSS
She was supposed to be the payment.
She became the only thing he couldn't afford to lose.
Elara Celine Laurent was born into wealth, power, and the prestigious Laurent family. But everything changes when the Laurent Empire suddenly collapses beneath billions in debt.
The man waiting to collect is Vincent Alessandro Moretti—a ruthless billionaire and the feared Mafia boss behind the Moretti Empire.
He gives Elara's family one choice.
Her.
To erase their debt, Elara must become Vincent's wife for one year.
She hates the man who destroyed her family's empire. Vincent doesn't seem to care.
But there's something Elara doesn't know.
Vincent didn't choose her because of the debt.
For years, a dark secret has connected the Moretti and Laurent families—a secret involving betrayal, murder, and a tragedy Vincent has never forgotten.
And Elara is the key.
Living under the same roof, Elara begins to discover the man beneath Vincent's ruthless reputation. Hatred slowly becomes curiosity. Curiosity becomes trust. And before she realizes it, she falls for the man she promised herself she would never love.
But Vincent's past returns in the form of Victoria, the woman who once had his heart. Sweet and charming in front of Vincent, Victoria reveals her true colors when they're alone, reminding Elara that she is nothing more than a contract wife.
While jealousy threatens their fragile relationship, Vincent's enemies are getting closer.
Assassinations. Kidnappings. Betrayals. Bloodshed.
And when the truth behind their marriage is finally revealed, Elara discovers that her wedding was planned long before her family's downfall.
The debt was only an opportunity.
She was chosen from the beginning.
Now she must decide whether she can love the man who destroyed her family...
when she finally discovers why he wanted her in the first place.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 5I couldn't stop thinking about what Vincent had said.The contract was written long before your family became bankrupt.His words followed me everywhere.At breakfast.In the hallway.Even when I tried to sleep.The debt wasn't the reason.It was an opportunity.Then what was I?A pawn?A key?Or something much worse?I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection.The ring on my finger caught the light.A beautiful piece of jewelry.A terrible reminder.I took it off.For three seconds, I allowed myself to breathe.Then I heard footsteps outside my room.I quickly slipped the ring back on.The door opened.Teresa stood there."Mrs. Moretti, Mr. Moretti wants you downstairs.""Why?""He didn't say.""Of course."I followed her downstairs.But Vincent wasn't in the dining room.Instead, one of his men was waiting."Mrs. Moretti.""Where is Vincent?""His office.""Why does he want me?"The man hesitated."He didn't explain."I sighed."Apparently, nobody in this house is allo
Last Updated: 2026-09-06
Chapter: CHAPTER 4I didn't sleep. The photograph remained on my bedside table until morning. I must have looked at it a hundred times. My father... Vincent... Standing beside each other as if they had known one another for years? But that wasn't what disturbed me most. It was the date written on the back. Nine years ago. Nine years... I was barely sixteen. Vincent had been younger too, but even then there was something unmistakable about him. That same cold stare. That same presence. I picked up the photograph again. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked my dad on the picture as if he could answer me. A soft knock came from the door. I quickly slipped the photograph beneath my pillow. "Come in." Teresa entered. "Good morning, Elara." she greeted. "Morning." my eyes followed her as she placed a tray on the table. "Mr. Moretti asked that you have breakfast in your room." I looked at her. My brows furrowed. "He's home?" "No." "Then why would he bother you to make me breakfast in bed?"
Last Updated: 2026-09-05
Chapter: CHAPTER 3By dinner, I had learned three things about the Moretti estate. First, nobody asked Vincent questions twice. Second, nobody entered his office without permission. And third... Everyone seemed to know something about me that I didn't. It was the third one that bothered me most. I sat at the dining table, barely touching my food. Teresa noticed. "You're not eating." "I'm not hungry." She placed a glass of water beside me. "You should eat anyway." I gave her a tired smile. "You're starting to sound like my mother." "Your mother must be a wise woman." "She is." I looked toward the empty chair across from me. "Does Vincent always come home this late?" Teresa hesitated. "Sometimes." "Does he usually eat dinner?" "Usually." "Alone?" Another pause. "Usually." I sighed. "Okay. I get it. You don't like answering questions about him." "It's not that I don't like answering." She looked toward the hallway. "It's that I don't know which answers are safe." That sentence made
Last Updated: 2026-09-05
Chapter: CHAPTER 2I woke up because of sunlight. For a few seconds, I forgot where I was. The unfamiliar ceiling above me made me sit upright. Then everything came rushing back. The debt. My father's office. The contract. Vincent. My husband. I looked around the enormous bedroom. Everything was elegant—too elegant. The bed alone was bigger than the one in my room at home. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked perfectly trimmed gardens, while dark curtains framed the morning light. There was no sound. No familiar voices. No mother calling me for breakfast. Nothing. Just silence. I pushed the blanket aside and walked toward the window. The Moretti estate was already awake. Men in black suits were stationed around the property. Two black SUVs were parked near the main entrance. A few men stood near the gates, speaking into radios. I frowned. What kind of house needed this much security? Then I remembered whose house this was. Vincent Moretti. Mafia boss. I stepped away from the window.
Last Updated: 2026-09-05
Chapter: CHAPTER 1The sound of the pen dropping against the desk felt louder than it should have.For a few seconds, nobody moved.Nobody spoke. My signature remained at the bottom of the contract, staring back at me as if mocking the last seconds of freedom I had left. I had just signed my life away. Not because I wanted to. Not because I loved him. But because I couldn't watch my family turned to ash.Or perhaps... I had simply become the price of saving them. I slowly pushed the contract away."Now what? I hope you're all happy now."My voice sounded foreign to my own ears.Vincent took the document. He glanced at my signature once before closing the folder."Now, the Laurent debt belongs to the Moretti Empire." I stared at him."And I belong to you?" I said sarcastically.His eyes met mine. "According to the contract, love."Love... That answer made my stomach twist. I stood abruptly. "I still can't believe my father agreed to this." My gaze shifted toward him."No—I can't believe my mother agree
Last Updated: 2026-09-05
Chapter: PROLOGUEI never thought that night was the beginning of my family's end. I thought I was simply attending another boring business dinner. Little did I know, there was someone who was plotting for the downfall of my family's Empire. My eyes wandered around, the room filled with powerful men in expensive suits. Crystal chandeliers. Champagne glasses and quiet conversations about millions and billions. It was almost dizzying listening to them talk about such an enormous amount of money in a single business deal. I never wanted to attend gatherings like this in the first place, I’ve never been fond of events like these—fancy dresses, endless drinks, and people constantly competing to show off their wealth, status, and success in business. But if it weren’t for my father, I wouldn’t have come tonight. I took a sigh and placed the wine glass on the bar counter. When I looked back, I was stunned by the person where my eyes landed on. Vincent Alessandro Moretti. I know him. Everybody does.
Last Updated: 2026-09-05
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