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Alexander

I believed Elara had handled the situation with Enzo. I was wrong about that, and I learned exactly how wrong the following morning in a way that shattered whatever fragile confidence I had allowed myself to feel.

There was a fire at Elara's boutique overnight, one that had spread quickly enough that by the time the fire department arrived, there was almost nothing left worth saving. The merchandise she had spent months carefully curating was gone. The records documenting every orde
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  • Contracted to My Fiance’s Mafia Don   127

    Alexander Elara's father was dead, and I held her in the kitchen while she cried in a way I had rarely witnessed from her before, the phone still lying on the floor where it had fallen from her hand. "Alexander," she said, her voice muffled against my chest. "He's gone." "I know," I said, holding her steady. "Alexander—" "I'm here," I said. "I'm not going anywhere." "I know," she said, though her body remained tense with grief regardless of my presence. We arranged to fly to Ohio within hours, leaving Michael and Isabella with Vivian while we made our way to be with Elara's mother during the days that followed. The funeral itself was small and quiet, exactly the kind of understated service her father had apparently always requested, according to what Elara's mother shared with us during the difficult planning process. Elara's mother was broken in a way that reminded me of how fragile grief could make even the strongest people appear. "Elara," she said, sitting on the couch in

  • Contracted to My Fiance’s Mafia Don   126

    Elara I read the text message twice, the words settling into my chest with a coldness that spread through me almost immediately. *She's been lying to you since the day you met.* "Alexander," I said, my voice steadier than I actually felt. "I haven't been lying to you." "Elara, I need a moment to think through what this message even means." "I haven't been lying to you about anything," I insisted. "I don't know who sent that message, but whoever they are, they're deliberately trying to plant doubt between us." He remained silent for a long stretch, staring down at the phone screen as though the words might change if he looked at them long enough. "Alexander," I said, needing him to look at me directly. "Please, look at me." He finally raised his eyes to meet mine. "Alexander, I told you everything about Enzo yesterday. Everything that message could possibly be referencing, I already explained to you honestly." "Elara" "I believe you," he said finally, his voice quieter than

  • Contracted to My Fiance’s Mafia Don   125

    Alexander I wasn't angry with Elara, despite everything Vincenzo had revealed to me in that office. What I felt was something closer to hurt, a specific ache that came from realizing my wife had carried something significant without ever trusting me enough to share it. She had kept a piece of her past hidden for years, a piece that had somehow become directly tied to the man now threatening our entire family, and learning about it from Vincenzo instead of from her had left a mark I couldn't quite shake. But I wasn't angry. I kept repeating that to myself throughout the drive back to Vincenzo's office the following morning, needing clarity about exactly what he had gained by sharing that particular truth with me. "Why did you tell me?" I asked, standing across from his desk. "Because you needed to know," he said, leaning back in his chair with the same calm he had shown when admitting to Enzo's murder. "Vincenzo, that isn't a complete answer." "Your wife has secrets, Alexander,"

  • Contracted to My Fiance’s Mafia Don   124

    Elara I had no idea what Vincenzo wanted to reveal, but the tone of his phone call to Alexander that morning told me clearly it wasn't going to bring us any comfort. Alexander left for the Commission almost immediately after hanging up, and I spent the hours he was gone pacing through the house, unable to settle into anything productive while I waited for whatever news he would bring back with him. He returned looking pale in a way I hadn't seen since the night he first learned about Elena. "Alexander," I said, rising from the couch the moment he walked through the door. "What happened over there?" "Vincenzo told me something," he said, his voice carefully controlled in a way that immediately worried me. "What exactly did he tell you?" "About your past," he said, watching my face closely. "Alexander, what specifically about my past?" "About your modeling career, before we ever met. About things he claims you did to secure certain bookings." "Alexander—" "He told me you slep

  • Contracted to My Fiance’s Mafia Don   123

    Alexander Something was wrong, and I could feel it settling into my chest with a certainty that went beyond simple worry. Whatever instinct had kept me alive through years in that world was telling me clearly that the resolution with Enzo hadn't actually resolved anything at all. I discovered exactly what that instinct had been warning me about three days later. Enzo was dead, murdered in his cell before he ever faced trial for the crimes Vincenzo had exposed to the Commission. "Who did this?" I demanded, standing in the study while Marco delivered the news he had clearly been dreading having to share with me. "Boss, no one seems to know at this point." "Someone knows exactly what happened, Marco. Prisons don't simply allow men to be murdered without records, without cameras, without someone knowing precisely who was responsible." "Boss—" "Someone killed him," I said, cutting him off. "And I intend to find out exactly who was responsible before this goes any further." It didn

  • Contracted to My Fiance’s Mafia Don   122

    Elara Vincenzo arrived a week after Alexander's phone call, and the man who stepped out of the car matched almost nothing I had pictured in my mind during the days leading up to his visit. He was older than I expected, his hair completely grey, but there was something in the way he carried himself that made his dangerous reputation immediately understandable. "Elara," he said, extending his hand toward me. "I've heard a considerable amount about you over the years." "All good things, I hope," I said, shaking his hand. "Mostly good, yes." "Mostly?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He smiled, an expression that revealed nothing about his actual thoughts. "You're brave, from what I understand. That quality serves you well in this world. You're also somewhat reckless, which serves you considerably less well." "Vincenzo, I appreciate the honesty, though I'm not sure it was necessary." "I'm not here to pass judgment on your character, Elara. I'm here to help your family handle a problem

  • Contracted to My Fiance’s Mafia Don   40

    Alexander The room was dark. I knelt on the floor with my hands tied behind my back. My chest was soaked — not from the bullet wound this time, but from the beating Vincent's men had given me the moment I walked through the gate. ‘No weapons. No backup.’ ‘Just me, on my knees, bleeding twice ov

  • Contracted to My Fiance’s Mafia Don   4

    ALEXANDER David stood there with a smug grin that made my blood simmer as he looked at Elara like she was a new car he had just bought with my money. He had no idea that the woman standing next to him had already been claimed. Not by a ring, but by the memory of my hands on her skin. I kept my

  • Contracted to My Fiance’s Mafia Don   3

    ELARA Four days. It had been four days since the club. Four days since I let a stranger touch me in ways David never had. I felt guilty, yes. But I also felt alive. My skin still tingled when I thought about the man’s hands. Rough, scarred, possessive. He hadn't treated me like a mannequin. He h

  • Contracted to My Fiance’s Mafia Don   2

    ALEXANDER The club was quiet. That was the only reason I tolerated The Sanctum. It wasn't like the chaotic gambling floors of my casinos or the loud, desperate energy of the Strip. It was dark, smelled of leather and people knew better than to speak to me. I sat in the private suite, swirling a g

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