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Chapter Five: A Dangerous Pull

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Emily should have hated him.

Jason embodied everything her father had warned her against: dangerous, cold, unrepentant. He moved like a predator, his very presence filling a room with unease, and yet when his eyes found hers, something beneath that darkness beckoned.

The days following their wedding blurred into a rhythm she hadn’t expected. Mornings in the

sprawling mafia estate were silent; Jason would already be gone by the time she woke, leaving her to wander through cold marble halls with Plu and Rain at her side.

Evenings, however, brought him back—sometimes bloodied from whatever business he refused to speak of, sometimes polished in a tailored suit, smelling faintly of gunpowder and whiskey.

And each night, he looked at her like she was both his responsibility and his temptation. Emily told herself she should despise that gaze. Instead, she found herself waiting for it.

The tension grew one evening after a long, suffocating dinner with his allies. Ryan, charming

and bold, tea
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  • His Mafia princess    Chapter Five: A Dangerous Pull

    Emily should have hated him.Jason embodied everything her father had warned her against: dangerous, cold, unrepentant. He moved like a predator, his very presence filling a room with unease, and yet when his eyes found hers, something beneath that darkness beckoned.The days following their wedding blurred into a rhythm she hadn’t expected. Mornings in thesprawling mafia estate were silent; Jason would already be gone by the time she woke, leaving her to wander through cold marble halls with Plu and Rain at her side. Evenings, however, brought him back—sometimes bloodied from whatever business he refused to speak of, sometimes polished in a tailored suit, smelling faintly of gunpowder and whiskey.And each night, he looked at her like she was both his responsibility and his temptation. Emily told herself she should despise that gaze. Instead, she found herself waiting for it.The tension grew one evening after a long, suffocating dinner with his allies. Ryan, charmingand bold, tea

  • His Mafia princess    Chapter Four: A crown and a Gun

    The palace had never felt so suffocating. The golden halls, polished marble floors, and endless stream of attendants should have made Emily feel like the radiant princess she was meant to be. Instead, each glittering chandelier above her seemed to tighten the invisible rope around her neck. Today wasn’t just a wedding—it was a sentencing.Her maids fastened the last clasp of her gown, a shimmering creation of white silk embroidered with silver threads, her veil flowing like a river of frost behind her. Emily stared at her reflection in the mirror. The gown was breathtaking, but she couldn’t find herself in it. Her eyes—soft hazel, now shadowed with unease—were the only reminder of who she really was. “Princess, ” one of the maids whispered, bowing low.“Your father awaits.”Her throat felt dry. My father awaits… but is it me he sees, or the alliance I represent? When she entered the grand hall, her father, King Alaric, stood tall in his ceremonial robes. His stern gaze softened brief

  • His Mafia princess    Chapter Three: The agreement

    The palace dining room gleamed with gold, but Emily felt the weight of something far heavierthan elegance that night. Her father had summoned her without explanation, and theseriousness in his eyes told her it was no ordinary dinner. Her mother sat silently at the table, her fingers clasped tightly in her lap as if she were holding back words.The heavy doors creaked open again, and a presence filled the room. A man entered with aconfidence that needed no announcement. He was broad-shouldered, sharp-eyed, his tailored suit unable to soften the aura of danger that clung to him. Emily recognized him at once—Antonio DeLuca. She had seen his name whispered in headlines, tied to businesses that were rumored to be more shadow than substance. He was her father’s oldest ally, and yet she had never seen him in person until now.Beside him walked someone else. A man younger, taller, but no less commanding. His blackshirt hugged his frame, his stride deliberate, and his eyes—piercing, unread

  • His Mafia princess    Chapter Two: Jason’s World

    The city never slept where Jason lived. Its heartbeat was the sound of engines revving, gunshots echoing in the distance, and men whispering about debts that could only be repaid in blood. Skyscrapers glittered above, but down in the alleys, shadows ruled. To most, the streets were dangerous. To Jason, they were home.Jason DeLuca was the eldest son of Antonio DeLuca—the man who controlled half underground empire with an iron fist and a cold stare. While Emily grew up beneath chandeliers and stained-glass windows, Jason’s life was shaped in smoke-filled rooms where power and betrayal were traded like currency.His childhood was not built on innocence. At ten years old, his father had placed a gun in hishands for the first time. At twelve, he had been dragged to a warehouse where a traitor wasexecuted. At sixteen, Jason had pulled the trigger himself. Not because he wanted to, butbecause hesitation was punished.Antonio raised him with rules, not affection. “You are not just my son,

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