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last update Date de publication: 2026-06-14 01:20:30

Alexander

Leaving the hospital was a decision that every medical professional within a thirty-meter radius wanted to document their objection to.

The nurse who had been managing my IV removal looked at me with the specific expression of a person who had taken an oath and was watching it be disregarded in real time. The surgeon came down to the parking bay in his scrubs and stood beside the SUV door and told me in clinical detail what internal bleeding looked like when it progressed without mo
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  • Contracted to My Fiance’s Mafia Don   129

    Alexander Elara declared war on Vincenzo that afternoon in the Commission chamber, and I watched every moment of it unfold with an admiration I hadn't expected to feel this intensely, even after months of preparing her for exactly this confrontation. "Elara," I said that evening, once we were finally alone in our living room. "You do understand this is an extraordinarily dangerous path you've chosen." "I know that already," she said, sitting across from me with a calm that surprised me given the magnitude of what she had just set into motion. "Elara, Vincenzo controls resources and connections that took him decades to build. This isn't something you can dismantle overnight." "I'm going to win," she said, her voice carrying complete certainty. "Elara—" "I'm going to win, Alexander," she repeated, meeting my eyes directly. I believed her. There was something in her conviction that had grown steadily throughout the weeks of training, something that told me she genuinely possesse

  • Contracted to My Fiance’s Mafia Don   128

    Elara I had said it, and once the words left my mouth, I felt no impulse to take them back. I was going to take over the empire. Alexander stared at me, his expression somewhere between disbelief and genuine concern. "Elara," he said. "You can't possibly be serious about this." "I am completely serious, Alexander." "Elara, taking control of that world requires more than determination. It requires connections, leverage, years of experience navigating politics I've spent my entire life learning." "I've been fighting for years already," I said, holding his gaze steadily. "I've been surviving David, Vincent, Salvatore, Enzo, and now Vincenzo. I've been protecting this family through every single threat that came for us, and I intend to keep doing exactly that, whatever form it needs to take next." "Elara, this is different from surviving individual threats as they arise." "I'm going to become the Don," I said, my voice carrying no hesitation. He remained silent for a long moment,

  • 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   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

  • Contracted to My Fiance’s Mafia Don   1

    ELARAThe notification sound on my phone usually meant a sale on my website or an email from my agency. It was a soft ping, harmless and routine. I didn't hate the sound. In fact, I lived for it. It meant money in the bank, and money meant my parents didn’t have to sell their house in Ohio.But t

  • 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

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