Married To The Devil
In the ruthless mafia world, loyalty is everything...until it isn't.
Sophia Moretti has lived her entire life as the obedient daughter, hiding a sharp mind and a rebellious heart. But when her father's disloyalty puts their family in danger, Sophia is forced to make a sacrifice: marry "The Devil" the most feared man in New York's underworld.
Dante Romano also known as "The Devil"—has built his empire on revenge and power. When the man who puts him through hell comes to him for help, he demands his daughter. Dante expects a submissive bitch, a pawn but Sophia is his undoing, his lesson straight from hell. She is fire wrapped in silk and Dante soon realized that taming her might cost him his revenge.
But in a city full of rat and snakes, Dante is the one person she can trust when alliances are bought and enemies surface. Their forced marriage turns into a partnership of shared secrets and unquestionable desire.
Still, betrayal runs deep in the mafia, can they trust each other enough to survive the betrayal that threatens to tear them apart?
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Chapter: Dressing the Devil’s Bride"Hell hath no fury like a woman the devil mistook for weak."I had never seen this many people working this fast in my life. And that includes the time Mother had to throw together a last-minute charity gala when the governor’s wife RSVP’d two hours before the event.The house was chaos. Seamstresses moved like bees with scissors, shoes were being unpacked from velvet boxes, hairstylist whispered in corners about updos and tiaras, and a woman in head to toe black was talking about caldle placement with the gravity of a surgeon in the middle of an operation.The room smelled like roses. Not the kind in the wild from my garden. I had taken to spending early mornings there, fingers deep in the soil. Those were proud and thorned, grown in defiance of the world. These were different soft, flawless, and too pristine. Bred for beauty, not survival.I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my room, staring at the row of dresses lined up behind me. Black. Every one of them. The soft murmu
Last Updated: 2025-07-24
Chapter: The Devil’s EndgameFlashbackAge 19Standing in the ruins of what had once been Salvatore "The Butcher" Bianchi's territory- a streach of Brooklyn docks where shipments disappeared, men turned up in the Hudson, and loyalty was bought with fear.Tonight, it would be mine.Bianchi’s men were on their knees, hands zip-tied behind their backs, their faces swollen from Enzo’s fists. The Butcher himself sat in a chair in the center, his once-immaculate suit now torn, his lip split."Last chance, Sal," I said, rolling my sleeves up to my elbows. "work for me or die?"Bianchi spat at my shoes. "You’re a fucking kid playing dress-up..."I didn't let him finish."As you wish" The sound of a switchblade flicking open was the last thing Bianchi heard before his scream tore through the warehouse.By dawn, the docks were mine.The Butcher’s men either swore loyalty or fed the fishes. The Russians backed off. The Irish renegotiated their deals. And for the first time, they didn’t say Don Romano’s son.They said Dante
Last Updated: 2025-07-22
Chapter: The Devil's Cage"The Devil doesn’t seduce you with hellfire—he makes you crave the burn."Dante sat opposite me in the Bentely focused on his phone, his physical weight pressing against my ribs. Moonlight cut sharp angles across his face. The predatory slope of his cheekbones, the curve of his lips. I crossed my legs tightly,but it did nothing to help the heat poolong low in my belly. God, he is beautiful. He caught my stare."You'll find I’m not as cruel as you think, Bella." My spine straightened. “And you’ll find I bite.” His smirk deepened, a flash of white teeth in the shadows. “I’m counting on it.”The car rolled through the black, wrought-iron gates of the Romano's Estate. Where my parents lived in Little Italy, you could find Catholic churches galore, quaint restaurants, and busy parks overflowing with kids and students. Dante, however, resided on the clinical and prestigious Burling Street. His was a stark white, hulking mansion, which, even among other huge houses, looked comically big. B
Last Updated: 2025-07-05
Chapter: The Devil Takes His Bride"They called him the Devil not for the sins he'd committed, but for the way he smiled when he came to collect.""Hello, Bella." The name from his lips, too sweet to be sincere, and that infuriating grin cutting across his face the one that said he knew a secret I didn’t. Like he’d already won some game I didn’t realize we were playing."How are you feeling this morning?"Shitty, thanks to you. Of course, he didn’t need to know that he had any impact on my mood. It was bad enough that I was touching myself to thoughts of him last night.“I’m doing fantastic, capo dei capi.” I slapped my grossly polite smile on.Dante's fingers brushed the small of my back as we descended the stairs a gesture that looked courtly to observers but burned like a brand through my silk dress.He arched a skeptical eyebrow. "Where did you suddenly find manners from?""Same place you lost yours," I said sweetly, ignoring how my pulse jumped when his thumb traced a hidden circle against my spine.Behind us, my
Last Updated: 2025-06-30
Chapter: The Devil's VowFlasbackAge 14The warehouse stank of piss and gun oil. Carlo Lombardi had the traitor on his knees, the man's face a ruined mess of blood and broken teeth.I watched from the shadows, my knuckles white around the pipe."Last chance," Carlo growled. "Who gave the order?"The traitor spat at my feet. "Orphaned rat," he choked out. "You'll die just like your..."The pipe was in my hands before I realized I'd moved.The first swing made a wet thunk. The second cracked bone. I didn't stop until his skull was pulp and my arms burned.Carlo grabbed my wrist, his grip iron tight."Basta." Blood dripped from the pipe. From my hands. From the ceiling, it seemed.Carlo studied me with those black eyes. He didn't smile. Didn't praise. Just nodded once.All I heard was my father's last warning, whispered in my ear the night before they killed him:"Trust is a bullet to the brain, figlio. Even roses have thorns."I wiped my face with my sleeve. Left a red streak across my cheek.This was my vow
Last Updated: 2025-06-29
Chapter: The Devil’s Bargain“The Devil’s greatest trick isn’t making you sin—it’s making you crave it.”The ride home was a blur. I sat at the back of the car, and watched as the city lights flickered past us. All I could think of was Dante Romano. The Devil. His touch still burned on my skin. I could still hear him “You’re mine...” as if I belong to no one. No, I’m not his. I’ll never be his. But my body is saying otherwise, the memory of his hands on me and his lips against my neck sent a shiver down my spine straight to my pussy. I am so pissed which is why I didn’t even notice we were already at home. The car pulled up to the Moretti estate. Yes, I live in a mansion that feels more like a fancy cage.I stepped out, my heels clicking against the marble steps as I made my way inside. The house was quiet, the only sound was the soft hum of the chandelier above. I made my way to my room, my sanctuary. I was hit with fresh smell of roses thanks to the fresh bouquet on my nightstand. I’ve always loved roses that’s
Last Updated: 2025-02-16
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