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CALAVERA: The Mafia’s Caged Bride

CALAVERA: The Mafia’s Caged Bride

Romance
last updateLast Updated : 2025-12-13
By:  HewriteUpdated just now
Language: English
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Dark Romance

Steamy

Fast-Paced Plot

Ruthless

Age Gap

Twisted

Runaway with a Baby

Independent

Mafia

{TW: DARK ROMANCE, ABUSE, DADDY KINK, PSYCHOTIC, VIOLENCE. This is not your typical dark romance novel, it gets darker with each chapters so if you can't handle it, kindly exit, not all Male leads are heroes some can be your worst nightmare, if you are looking for love you won't find it here} *********************************** "Won't you like to open your gift, Bambi?" It wasn't a question. César Navarro never asked. He commanded. When Anya Esmeralda Torres untied the silk ribbon and lifted the lid of the velvet box, her world shattered. Inside, staring back at her with dead, lifeless pupils, were the green eyes of Giovanni De Luca.....the man whose gaze had made her uncomfortable all evening. Her scream ripped through the silence. "Now his eyes will never trouble you again." He said it like he'd given her a necklace. Like dismemberment was romance. Like murder was love. César Navarro, known in the underworld as Calavera, wasn't just the founder of a billion-dollar tech empire. He was the Skull—mafia heir, executioner, and obsession wrapped in a tailored suit. And Anya? She was his cage bird. His possession. His favorite game. But Anya wasn't born to be caged. She was fire—wild, defiant, desperate for freedom. And no matter how many diamonds he draped her in, she vowed to escape. The question is: can you ever run from a monster who always finds you? Or will love become the cruelest prison of all?

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its_E_dbooknerd
its_E_dbooknerd
I'm so inloveeeee...️ Fictional me is so inlove with César...
2025-12-04 18:46:52
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Hewrite
Hewrite
So guys I will be updating every day starting from Monday two chapters each, please read, comment and please rate too.
2025-10-12 06:44:15
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Golden eyes
Golden eyes
it's a masterpiece ......
2025-10-11 17:15:17
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Prettyvillian
Prettyvillian
Why do i suddenly feel bad for Anya
2025-11-14 08:34:56
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90 Chapters
Chapter 1
~ANYA POV~“Yaya!”The shout cut through the bass-heavy music pounding inside CÉRRO Nightclub. I didn’t need to look up from the drink I was mixing to know it was Athena. Only she called me that.I glanced anyway. There she was, strutting across the bar like she owned it—blonde hair glowing under the neon lights, lips glossed to perfection, and that mischievous grin plastered across her face. The grin that meant trouble.“No,” I said flatly, sliding the cocktail across to the waiting customer.He didn’t take the drink right away. His eyes were too busy glued to my chest. Typical.“Would you like anything else, sir?” I asked, forcing my voice into customer-service-sweetness.“Yeah,” he yelled over the music, leaning way too close. “Your number.” I clenched my jaw. Great. Another drunk who thought spitting on me while shouting counted as flirting.He wasn’t ugly—late twenties, maybe, with dirty-blonde hair and a smirk that screamed “I’ve watched Wolf of Wall Street too many times.” But
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Chapter 2
~ANYA POV~My shift ended at two in the morning. By two-thirty, I was outside, hoodie up, sneakers on, cursing at my useless ride app.No signal. No cab. Just me. Alone.I was supposed to leave with Athena, but….classic Athena….she bailed. Last I saw, she was vanishing into the night with her latest conquest, some tall redhead I’d never seen before. Not the first time she ditched me, definitely not the last.The walk to the bus stop wasn’t long, but long enough to remind you that heels were invented by Satan. Luckily, tonight I’d picked sneakers. Black joggers. Black hoodie. Face tucked low. Invisible mode.The street wasn’t empty. A couple night-shift stragglers, a guy smoking on the corner, a girl arguing with her phone. Enough people to keep it from being horror-movie quiet. Still, my guard stayed up.I wasn’t about to be ‘that’ girl.You know the one—headphones blasting, wandering down a dark alley like common sense doesn’t exist. And then, boom. Van door slides open. Bye-bye,
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Chapter 3
~ANYA POV~I woke up to blinding light. Not “morning sun peeking through curtains” light. No……this was middle-of-the-day, ‘you have-overslept-your-life-away’ light.The wall clock confirmed it: 12:30 p.m.So much for church in the morning. I rolled over with a groan, deciding I’d just go by five in the evening instead. Church was always open, and honestly, I wanted the place to myself.Last night replayed in my head like a movie on loop. The men. The blue-eyed stranger. The cab pulled up just in time. Everything could’ve gone horribly wrong if that ride hadn’t shown up.The thought made my chest tighten.For two years, Athena and I had walked that same road to the bus stop, drunk on laughter, heels clicking, sometimes even singing. Not once had we run into anything like ‘that’.I dragged myself out of bed, trudged down the short hallway, and locked myself in the bathroom.When I first joined Athena in London, she’d been living in a cramped one-bedroom. After a month, she got me a spot
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Chapter 4
~ANYA’S POV~We flagged down a cab and slid inside, Athena tossing the driver the fare with a reluctant sigh. The clock on the dash read twenty to six. Perfect.By the time we pulled up to the chapel, the courtyard was empty, exactly how I wanted it. Athena hung back by the door while I walked to the first pew. She didn’t follow. That was one thing about her—she always knew when to give me space.I knelt down, the old wood creaking under my knees, and made the sign of the cross. The stained-glass windows cast fractured colors across the aisle, warm blues and reds dancing on my skin.And yet my chest felt heavy.This was always the hard part. The starting line. ‘Do I say “Dear God”? Do I say “Hey God”?’I lowered my head.“Hey God. It’s me again.” My voice sounded too loud, even though it was barely a whisper. “You already know my name, so no need for introductions, right?”The silence pressed in, but instead of suffocating, it wrapped around me like a blanket. For the first time in f
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Chapter 5
~ANYA’S POV~The ride back to our apartment was suffocating, like sitting in a vacuum with no air. Athena, for once, had nothing to say: no sarcastic remarks, no dramatic commentary. Just silence.Two hours slipped by after we got home. We ate our tacos in robotic bites, neither of us tasting the food, then disappeared into our separate rooms without a word.Now it was quarter past eight. My body was drained, but sleep refused to come. My mind buzzed like a hive that wouldn’t quiet. I’d tried putting on a movie, hoping the noise would drown out the storm in my chest, but every scene blurred until the screen may as well have been blank.With a frustrated huff, I threw off the covers and considered stomping into Athena’s room. She always let me crawl into her bed when the world felt too heavy. I was halfway off the mattress when a soft knock rattled the door.My pulse stuttered. Athena never knocked. She only barged in like she owned the place—unless she needed me. Unless she was sca
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Chapter 6
~ANYA’S POV~My eyes snapped open to light. Too bright. For a heartbeat, I thought I was home….my apartment with its lingering vanilla candle scent, the faint hint of laundry detergent clinging to the couch cushions, the one place that was mine. Safe. Familiar.But this… this wasn’t home.The ceiling above me glittered with gold carvings, like sunlight trapped in wood. A chandelier spilled fractured diamonds across the room, scattering brightness too harsh for comfort. The sheets beneath me were silk, cool and whisper-soft, like sleeping in a stranger’s skin. The air carried roses and polished wood, heavy and deliberate.Luxury. Stuffy. Suffocating.I jerked upright too fast, pain detonating in my skull. My jaw ached, bruised from the backhand. Memories slammed into me—the break-in, the soldiers, the man in white. Athena’s scream splitting the night.My stomach lurched. “Athena…”I stumbled out of bed, bare feet sinking into a rug so plush it felt wrong. The room was bigger than my
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Chapter 7
~ANYA’S POV~The first few hours, I told myself it was nothing. A bad dream. A mistake. Some stupid accident that could be solved if I just made one phone call.But hours bled into days. And days bled into a week.Time didn’t exist in this room. Not really. There was no clock, no sunlight to chase shadows across the floor. Just silence, heavy and endless. The only measure of life passing was the maids.They always came the same way…quiet, ghostlike, their faces blank as porcelain. They brought trays of food too beautiful to touch: fresh bread with golden crusts, fruit so glossy it looked fake, roasted meats dripping with fat, little cakes that looked stolen from a royal banquet.I begged them at first.“Where am I?”“Please, I need to call my father. He’ll pay, I swear!”“Am I a prisoner?”Nothing. Not a hint of emotion, not a glance. They bowed their heads slightly, set down the food, and drifted back out.The door always closed soft. Always locked again.It wasn’t cruelty. If it w
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Chapter 8
~ANYA POV~The first thing I felt was weight. Not just on my body….inside it. My limbs were heavy, my head heavier, my eyelids like stone. It was the kind of tiredness that didn’t come from lack of sleep but from being ‘taken’ from it, like I’d been buried in blackness for years.I forced my eyes open and stared at the ceiling. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. My brain reached for something familiar, anything—but then it clicked back, piece by jagged piece. The room. The dark curtains that ate the sun. The bed that wasn’t mine but had swallowed me for more than a week.The light stabbed when it hit. Too sharp. Too bright. It made my eyes water. My mouth was dry, cracked, like I hadn’t touched water in days.And then the memories came. Not all at once, but like bits. The maids, slipping in like shadows. The scrape of silver on porcelain. The food was too beautiful to touch. And him.My Captor.He was always there. Even when he wasn’t.Sometimes in the corner, sometimes in th
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Chapter 9
~ANYA POV~The sound of metal woke me. A soft clink. Silver brushing silver. Before the sun even broke through the curtains.I didn’t move. I lay flat, spine pressed into the mattress, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Listening. The rustle of fabric. The faint scrape of porcelain. Utensils, steady and deliberate.When I turned my head, I saw them. The same two maids in the corner, their faces leaned downward, moving quietly as if they feared their own noise. They set a tray down.Breakfast.But different.Not the same way it had been before. Not dropped quickly on the small bedside table, left like an afterthought.This time one of them stepped forward. She bowed, then raised her hand toward the door.“Señorita.” A whisper. Barely air.My chest tightened. Two syllables, yet heavy. Weighted with meaning.He wanted me.I sat up slowly, smoothing the silk slip they’d dressed me in. The other maid stepped closer with a robe….white satin trimmed in gold. I slid my arms through, but it did nothing
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Chapter 10
~ANYA POV~The house was quiet again.Days started to blur together until I couldn’t tell one from the next. Breakfast with Him. Lunch alone. Dinner under his stare. Over and over.A week. Maybe longer. Time didn’t move normally here. It didn’t pass….it sat heavy, like stuffy air pressing on me. Some mornings I swore years had gone by. Other mornings, I couldn’t tell if the sun had even set. The clocks on the walls ticked, but their sound never reached me.And still, my mind always went back to that night at the dining table. The night when my anger finally broke through.The room had looked perfect, almost fake. The long white table shone like glass. Crystal glasses sparkled under the chandelier. The plates were covered with food that looked too perfect to eat—fruit shining like gems, eggs soft and light, croissants golden and flaking. The maids stood in the shadows, their heads bowed, waiting for a sign from him.My Captor sat at the head of the table, like always. Dark against al
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