Bound To A Possessive Mafia Don

Rain soaked Anna’s hair and slid down her face, cold and relentless. She didn’t know how long she’d been standing on James’s porch. Her arms hung limply by her sides, her fingers numb. Her eyes were swollen, lashes clumped, her skin blotchy and pale. The tears had stopped, but the exhaustion on her face made it clear she’d been crying for hours. Her body trembled not just from the cold, but from the way everything had collapsed in one brutal night. Six years, gone in seconds. The man she was supposed to marry, the one she had stood beside through every high and low, had tossed it all aside like it never mattered. And the woman she called family, the one who knew every part of her, every scar and secret, had climbed into her fiancé’s bed like it meant nothing. They hadn’t just betrayed her. They had torn her wide open and left her bleeding, like she was nothing, like she never meant a damn thing. Anna’s fingers curled into fists. The engagement ring she had waited three y

~THE NEXT MORNING~ Anna’s eyes slowly opened to a ceiling that wasn’t hers. The room was quiet, except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the soft rustle of sheets underneath her. Pale light slipped through thin curtains, cool against her skin. Her body felt heavy, aching in places she hadn’t expected. She lay still for a moment, her breathing shallow and uneven. Then the memories from last night came crashing in—the heat, his hands, the way he had touched her. Her heart raced, and her chest tightened as a sudden wave of panic swept over her. She pushed herself up the bed, feeling the cold air brush over her bare skin. The rough sheets slipped away from her body as she moved. Across the bed, the stranger she had a one night stand with lay still, asleep with deep and steady breathing, unaware that she was already awake. Anna came down from the bed slowly, her legs shaky beneath her. Her hands trembled as she reached for her dress on the floor and pulled it on quic

Anna couldn’t breathe as she stared at Vincenzo, with her eyes wide, heart crashing against her ribs, lips parted but no words coming out, not a single sound, just silence and the raw disbelief choking her from the inside out because it was him, it was really him, and everything in her body froze except the storm inside her chest. Vincenzo didn’t move, he just sat there watching Anna with the same cold expression that made her skin crawl. Anna’s heart pounded continuously as her stomach turned. Her wrists burned from how tightly the rope was tied, but she barely noticed the pain. Her mind was still stuck on the fact that the man who had her kidnapped and tied was the same one who had kissed her and fucked her last night. “You,” Anna whispered again, her voice dry and hoarse. “Oh my God… It was you…” Vincenzo raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. Then he rose from the chair and walked toward her, each step steady and deliberate, until he was standing direc

Days passed, and Anna spent them observing the room. She no longer drifted from the window to the bed without thought. Now, every movement was deliberate and calculated. She always stood still in the center of the room, eyes scanning every corner, angle, and crack, from the gap between the door and the floor to the space beneath the bed, treating everything as a clue because nothing could be taken for granted anymore. Anna had watched the hallway through the crack beneath the door for nights on end, memorizing the guards’ movements. They passed by every thirty minutes exactly. She counted it down to the second. She also noticed how the lights in the hallway flickered once, just before the building seemed to settle into its nighttime rhythm. That flicker marked the beginning of the quiet hours. She remembered it. Every detail was starting to fit together like a map only she could see. She started listening to everything around her closely and differently. Every sound mattered

The atmosphere inside the mansion shifted the moment Vincenzo stepped into the sitting room. All the guards and maids dropped their heads and bowed immediately. Silence filled the room, only broken by the soft clicking of his polished shoes against the marble floor. Anna was still frozen near the doorway, her breath shallow, her knees shaking beneath her. She didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t this. Not Vincenzo walking toward her with that cold fire in his eyes. Vincenzo got close to Anna, too close. Anna backed up a step, her heel catching the edge of the rug. She stumbled and fell to the floor. Vincenzo didn’t flinch. He crouched in front of her and grabbed her chin hard, forcing her to look straight into his eyes. “How dare you try to escape?” he growled. “I—I’m…” Anna’s voice broke, the words slipping away before they could form. She didn’t know what to say, didn’t even know if she could. Her breath caught in her throat. “I told you once,” Vincenzo murmured,