All he ever wanted was freedom… and love. Twenty two year-old Noah has lived a life trapped behind bruises and locked doors. Raised by a cruel father and an indifferent stepmother, his days have been filled with silence, pain, and the desperate hope that one day—someone would see him. Save him. But salvation never came. Instead, he’s sold—like property—to a powerful mafia boss under the guise of an arranged marriage. Cold, ruthless, and feared across the underworld, Damian Moretti doesn’t need love. What he needs is a husband who can serve as a political pawn in a war of families. Noah is everything Damian didn’t expect: fragile yet unyielding, terrified yet defiant. And while their marriage begins in chains, something begins to shift in the shadows of their forced union. As secrets unravel and danger stalks every corner, Noah must decide: will he be caged forever by the choices of others—or rise and claim the life and love he was always denied? In a world ruled by blood and power, can a boy who was never wanted become the heart no one can live without?
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Darkness, that was the only word that describe my life. I sat with my back against the wall, wrapped in a blanket that smelled of mildew and dust. On the floor of the attic, there was a tiny bed and a bed side lamp and a tiny bathroom in front. I have lived in this attic for ten years now. My parents own a big mansion with five bedrooms and toilet but they decided to lock me up in here. Everyone thinks my parents only has one child which is my younger sister Jade because no one in the outside world knows of my existence.
I haven't eaten since yesterday, I made a little mistake then I was punished. The abuse started when my father remarried ten years ago, it was like he became another person entirely. My father never loved my mother, their marriage was an arranged marriage so there was no love in their marriage. When my mother got pregnant, he forced her to abort me but my mother wanted to keep me.
Since I was born, I have never felt a fatherly love, while my mother was still alive my father did not abuse me but after she died, the abuse started. I was twelve when my father first raised his hands on me and that was because my stepmother blamed me on something I did not do. He and my stepmother were having an affair when my father married my mother.
That was when they had my step sister Jade. Jade had everything she ever wanted, whatever she wants, she gets and because of that, she is always getting in trouble.
The attic had been my prison for as long as i could remember, this mansion itself too has been my prison. When my mother was still alive, it was bearable because I still had a motherly love but now that she was gone, I was all alone.
At first, when my stepmother and step sister moved in, it was cold shoulders and tight smiles. Then came the orders: “Eat after we’ve finished,” “Don’t talk to your sister,” “Keep to your room.” Eventually, i was removed from the family register. Told not to answer the door or come downstairs when guests were over.
But i didn’t protest. I became invisible, just like they wanted. I saved money to send myself to college because my father decided not to pay my school fees, so I worked part time and saved enough to send myself to college. I thought I would be free from them when I go to college but no, they made sure I came home every weekend.
I got up from my bed and went straight to the bathroom to have a shower, I undressed and saw myself in the mirror. The mirror has always been my enemy because it shows just how broken I am. Bruises from yesterday night were already turning red and black, then my back were full of scars.
Whenever my stepmother or stepsister blamed me for something I didn't do, my father uses his belt to whip me. My cries were never heard, I was all alone, no one to take my side.
I wiped the tears rolling down my face and went to the shower. When I was done, I took a sweater and a trouser and wore them then a knock came through. I opened the door and saw the maid
"You father is asking of you" she said
"Okay, where is he?" I asked her
"He is at his study" she replied then she left.
As I headed to his study, my heart was pounding loud, I did not know why my father decided to see me, he does not even light the sight of me, or did I do something wrong? I asked myself till I got to the front of his study.
With my Shakey hands, I brought them up to knock on his door, I waited till I heard a "Come in", then I took a deep breath and entered his office. My father was sitting on his chair working on something.
"You asked to see me father" I said with my head low.
"You are getting married next week to Damian Moretti" he said . I looked at my father as if he just cracked a joke with me.
"What?" I asked
"You heard me" he replied
"But how can you do this to me? Selling me off like I am some pawn" I said with tears
"You think I give a damn about your feelings, Damian Moretti is the most powerful Mafia boss in the underworld and I owe him a lot of money so I sold you to him in exchange of the money" his father said
"But I am a guy, why can't you marry Jade off to him instead " he said. His father stood up with anger in his eyes and matched up to him and slapped him hard.
"You think I will send my daughter off to live with a ruthless and heartless killer?" He asked
"What about me? I am your son, what have I ever did to you to deserve this? He said
"I never wanted a child like you, I never loved you and I never will" he said and went back to sit down
"Damian will be here tomorrow so you better behave" his father said.
Noah did not say anything, he just left his father study, on his way to his room, he passed his stepmother and step sister.
"Finally getting raid of the trash" his step mother Vivian said and laughed with Jade.
"Have fun being a punching bag for the Mob boss that is if you survive one week" they both laughed and went upstairs.
I just went straight to my room and broke down, I cried and cried, I took the pendant my mother left me and hugged it to my chest.
"Mom, why did you leave me, I am tired" I said. All I ever wanted was freedom but now, that won't be possible.
The next morning, I woke up with my face all swollen and red, I did not even care about anything at this point. I went to the bathroom and freshen up then I waited in my room till I was needed. I was not allowed to leave my room without permission.
So after a few hours, the maid came to tell me that my father was expecting me in the living room. I stood up and went downstairs. As I was going downstairs, each step felt like hell because I was getting closer to being sold off by my own father.
When he got to the living room, he saw his father, his step mother and his step sister, then he saw two other men sitting on the couch.
"Here he is, as Mr Damian Moretti requested" my father shoved me in front of the men. They just looked at me and nodded to each other. Then they brought out a brief case filled with money and handed it to my father. My stepmother jumbed with joy.
"Go and pack, you are leaving today" my father told me
"What? I thought the wedding was still later" I questioned
"Well Mr Damian Moretti requested you come in today and who am I to oppose him" my father said. That was when I lost all the hope I had. I went straight to my room and packed my stuff, I did not have a lot so it was easy.
I took the pendant my mother had left me, I always thought of the pendant as a good luck charm. Then I said goodbye to the prison I called room and walked downstairs. My father did not even say goodbye, they were busy planning on what to buy with the money they just received.
The two men I saw lead me outside to the car, I took one last look at my father's house and entered the car then we drove off.
I stared out into the night, heart pounding. Fear curled like smoke inside me. This wasn’t a new type of fear just an evolved version of the one i had always lived with.
What if this was it? The escape? The end of hiding? Maybe the person i was being sent to this mafia boss would be worse. But maybe not.
Maybe… just maybe…
“Where are we going?” I whispered, not even sure anyone would answer.
One of the men met my eyes in the rearview mirror. “To your new home.”
I looked down at the duffle bag and clenched my hands tight.
I didn’t know who i was going to meet. I don't know if I would survive it.
But as the city lights faded behind me and the car swallowed the road ahead, i made a vow.
“I want peace,” i whispered to the dark. “I want love. I want to be free.”
I don't know if the universe heard me.
But i said it anyway.
And in the silence that followed, i closed my eyes and began to dream, not of escape this time, but of becoming someone no one could ever ignore again.
Damien's POVThe morning sunlight poured into the penthouse, spilling across the polished marble floor in soft golden waves. I’d always hated mornings—meetings stacked before I’d even had coffee, men waiting with questions, enemies watching my every move. But this morning… I woke up slower than usual, my body instinctively seeking the warmth that wasn’t there.Noah’s room was down the hall, but every time I woke, I half-expected him to be beside me. That thought shouldn’t exist. We were not there yet. Hell, I wasn’t even sure where there was. But it was there nonetheless, stubborn and insistent.I pushed myself out of bed, showered, dressed, and followed the smell of breakfast. Elena was back, which meant the penthouse felt alive again. When I entered the kitchen, the scene was so ordinary it nearly undid me—Noah at the counter with Elena, sleeves rolled up, carefully arranging slices of fruit while Elena bossed him around about portion sizes.He looked… at peace.I stayed at the door
Noah's POVWhen I woke up the next morning, I was wrapped in warmth.It took me a second to realize where I was. My cheek was pressed against Damien’s chest, his steady heartbeat echoing in my ear. His arm was around me, holding me close like I was something fragile, something precious.I didn’t dare move at first. I just laid there, letting myself breathe in the faint scent of his cologne, mixed with something uniquely him—something grounding, something safe.Safe.That word still felt foreign to me. For so long, safety had been a dream I couldn’t reach, like the stars scattered across the night sky. But here, in his arms, I felt a flicker of it.And it scared me.Because if I let myself believe it, if I let myself sink too deep into this warmth, what would happen when it was ripped away?I tried to push the thought aside. I had promised myself I would stop living in fear of “what if.” I wanted—needed—to live in the “right now.”And right now… I was in my husband’s arms.“Are you awa
Damian's POVThere are moments in life that alter you so completely you know you’ll never be the same again. Tonight was one of those moments.Noah’s words echoed in my head long after he fell asleep in my arms. His voice, broken but steady, confessing the pain he had carried his whole life—it had carved itself into me.I’d faced enemies with knives, guns, and armies at their backs. I’d stared death in the face and walked away without flinching. But sitting there, holding Noah while he trembled from nightmares he couldn’t escape, I felt something I’d never felt before.Fear.Not fear for myself—but for him. Fear that if I wasn’t careful, if I didn’t protect him, I might lose him.And that was unacceptable.When Noah finally drifted back into an uneasy sleep, I laid him down carefully on the bed and sat beside him. The moonlight spilling through the window caught the faint lines on his arm where his sleeve had ridden up. Scars. Evidence of battles he should never have had to fight.My
Damian's POVThe house was silent. Too silent.After the ambush, we’d returned under heavy guard, the compound fortified like a fortress. Men patrolled the grounds with rifles, cameras blinked in every corner, and yet… Noah hadn’t spoken a word since we stepped through the door.Now, in the bedroom, I watched him from across the room. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at his hands. The faint glow from the lamp bathed him in warm light, but his expression was far away—distant, haunted.He’d been quiet before, shy at times, but this silence was different. He was carrying something.I crossed the room slowly, careful not to startle him. “Noah,” I said gently.He didn’t look up. “You shouldn’t keep the lights on for me. I can sleep in the dark.”The way he said it—flat, hollow—made something in me ache. I sat beside him, leaving a careful gap between us, and waited. Sometimes silence needed silence in return.Finally, he spoke again, his voice barely more than a whisper. “When I
Damian's POVThe night air carried a bitter chill as I stepped out of my office and into the courtyard where several of my men had gathered. Their faces were grim, marked with blood, smoke, and exhaustion from the ambush at the warehouse. The smell of gunpowder clung to their clothes, and the sight of their wounds filled me with a rage that simmered low in my chest.The Vipers had made their move.I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay calm. Rage was fuel, but if I lost myself to it, I’d be no better than the animals we were fighting. I needed control. I needed clarity.“Report,” I demanded, my voice echoing across the stone walls of the compound.Luca and Enzo, stepped forward, “Boss, they came in hard and fast. Twenty men, armed to the teeth. They knew our routes, knew when the trucks would arrive. This wasn’t random—it was planned. Someone fed them our movements.”A traitor. My stomach twisted.“How many casualties?” I asked.“Three dead. Five injured.” His eyes flicked downw
Damian's POVThe silence in my father’s study was heavy, broken only by the faint ticking of the grandfather clock against the far wall. The rich scent of old leather, cigar smoke, and polished oak filled the room, grounding me in the moment. My father leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes fixed on me.“What do you mean, they are onto us again?” he asked, his voice low, controlled, but carrying that undercurrent of steel that could cut through bone.I met his gaze . “There have been sightings of their men around the city. Not just rumors. Real movements. They’ve been testing our people, probing the borders of our businesses. Two of my men caught a group of them shadowing one of our clubs last week.”My father’s jaw tightened, his hand curling into a fist against the desk. For years, the Vipers had been a festering scar on our family—an enemy that had tried to destroy everything we loved. They were the reason my mother bore those invisible wounds that never quite healed. They were t
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