Elana Romano was born into the world of power and crime but lived like a prisoner within it. As the daughter of a powerful mafia family, her life was never hers to claim. Every choice was made for her—until a forced marriage bound her to Luca Moretti, the cold and ruthless Don of a rival empire. From the moment they say their vows, war brews between them. Elana despises the chains that Luca represents, while Luca refuses to let her slip away. Sparks fly, passions ignite, and their hatred simmers into something even more dangerous—an uncontrollable desire neither of them can deny. But love and loyalty are luxuries they can’t afford. Secrets lurk in the shadows, betrayal poisons their fragile connection, and danger threatens from all sides. As Elana struggles to maintain her independence, Luca’s possessive nature deepens. Their battle for control turns fierce, fueled by jealousy, pride, and a longing they can’t escape. When betrayal strikes and Elana flees, it shatters everything Luca thought he could control. But when enemies target her, he realizes he’ll burn the world to bring her back. In a life where power is everything and trust is deadly, can two broken souls find a way to heal? Or will pride destroy the only chance they have at true love? His Possession: The Don’s Reluctant Bride is an explosive mafia romance filled with enemies-to-lovers tension, forbidden passion, heart-wrenching betrayals, and a love story too fierce to be denied. For readers who crave ruthless alpha males, fierce heroines, brutal passion, and emotional redemption, this is a journey that will leave you breathless.
Lihat lebih banyakThe air between them was charged, thick with everything unspoken. Elana paced the edge of Luca’s office, arms crossed tightly, her footsteps soft against the hardwood floor.Luca leaned against the desk, watching her. “You’re not saying anything.”She stopped, turning toward him. “What do you want me to say? That I’m okay with this war brewing around us? That I’m not terrified someone else I care about is going to get stabbed in the back?”He didn’t move. “You’re not alone in this.”“I know that,” she said quickly, almost too quickly. “But knowing it doesn’t stop the worry. Doesn’t make me sleep better.”He took a step forward. “Then let me help.”She gave a bitter laugh. “That’s the problem. You already are. You’ve done more for me than anyone has in years, Luca. And that scares me.”His brow furrowed. “Why?”“Because when I care, I get hurt. Every time. You say I’m not alone, but I’ve never felt more… exposed.”Luca reached for her hand, and this time, she didn’t pull away. His thum
The night air pressed heavy against the windows of the Moretti estate, as though it, too, held its breath.Elana sat on the edge of the bed, still dressed from the strategy meeting earlier. Her fingers toyed with the hem of her blouse, but her mind was elsewhere—tracing every word, every glance exchanged with Luca. There was no denying the shift between them. The kiss had been real. Not an accident. Not strategy. But now what?A soft knock broke her thoughts.The door eased open, and there he was—Luca, in a black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up, jaw clenched like he’d been arguing with himself the whole way up the stairs.“I didn’t want to assume you wanted company,” he said, voice low. “But I couldn’t sleep.”Elana didn’t stand. She looked at him, measured and calm. “I didn’t say I didn’t.”That was all he needed.He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet thud. The air in the room changed—thicker, charged. He walked slowly toward her, like approach
Elana barely touched her food.The dining room was quiet, just the soft clink of silverware on china filling the space between her and Luca. He sat across from her, silent, unreadable. He hadn’t said much since her confrontation with her father, and neither had she.But silence didn’t make the ache go away.She looked up. “You’re walking on eggshells.”Luca’s eyes met hers. “You’ve been through enough.”“I’m not made of glass.” Her voice was steady. “I don’t need space. I need honesty.”His jaw shifted, his gaze sharpening. “What is it you want to hear?”“That you still see me. Not as a pawn. Not as a liability. Just… me.”He set down his fork. “I’ve never seen you as anything but you.”“Then prove it,” she said quietly.“Elana—”“I’m not asking for sex,” she said, more softly now. “I’m asking for something real. I’ve been tossed around, betrayed, nearly killed. I need to know that I still matter to someone.”He stood and came around the table. “You matter. More than I’ve let myself a
The storm had passed, but Elana couldn’t shake the chill it left behind. She stood alone on the balcony of her room, arms wrapped around herself, staring into the moonlit garden. Below, the estate was quiet—too quiet. As if even the walls were holding their breath, waiting for the next rupture.Luca hadn’t said a word after escorting her back. No questions, no reassurances. Just a heavy silence that stretched between them, thick and unspoken.She couldn’t blame him. What was left to say when your father had just confessed to betraying you?A soft knock broke her thoughts.She turned, expecting a maid. But it was Luca.His dark shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a rare vulnerability in his usually guarded appearance. He didn’t speak right away, only stepped inside and closed the door behind him.“You shouldn’t be alone right now,” he said quietly.“I’m fine,” she replied, voice flat.He walked over, stopping just short of touching her. “No, you’re not.”S
Elana hadn’t spoken much since the confrontation with her father. The betrayal had carved something sharp into her—something that wouldn’t soften with time. Even as the household bustled around her, as security tripled and Marconi’s threats loomed closer, she moved like a ghost in her own skin.Luca watched her from the doorway of her room. She sat by the fireplace, staring into the flames like they might burn away the memories.“You haven’t eaten,” he said gently.“I’m not hungry.”“Elana…”She finally turned, her voice flat. “He didn’t even flinch, Luca. Not once. He looked me in the eye and said it was for my own good.”Luca stepped in and closed the door behind him. “He’s a man who sees people as pawns. Even blood doesn’t change that.”“But it should,” she whispered. “If I had meant anything to him, he would’ve fought for me. Not traded me like leverage.”Luca came to stand beside her. The fire’s light danced across her face, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “You meant something to h
The corridor to the east wing had never felt so long. Elana’s footsteps echoed against the marble, quick and determined, but inside, she was splintering. Her mind churned with memories—her father’s warmth, his warnings, his sudden absences. A part of her still clung to the belief that he was innocent. That there was an explanation. That the man who had kissed her forehead every night growing up wasn’t capable of selling out his own daughter.She reached the study and pushed open the door.Giovanni Romano stood behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, reading a file. When he looked up and saw her, he smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.“Elana,” he said carefully, “you look upset.”She didn’t waste time. “Don’t pretend you don’t know why I’m here.”He closed the file slowly. “Then tell me.”Her voice trembled, but she stood tall. “Did you give Marconi the gala’s security layout?”Silence.“Elana—”“Answer the question.”He walked around the desk, his movements deliberate. “Where did you he
Elana sat by the window of the grand study, her gaze unfocused as dusk poured gold across the marble floors. The manor, for all its opulence, felt like a cage tonight. Every room whispered of betrayal. Bianca’s recovery had been swift, but her silence was even more unnerving. She hadn’t confessed, hadn’t denied. Just lay there, eyes half-lidded, watching Elana like a snake too weak to strike—but not harmless. Luca hadn’t left Elana’s side since the attack, but words between them were few. Tension laced the air, heavy and unspoken. “Elana,” Luca finally said, his voice quiet but sharp as a blade. “We need to talk.” She turned, folding her arms. “About Bianca?” “No.” He stepped forward, his eyes locked onto hers. “About us.” Her breath hitched. “There’s an ‘us’ now?” He flinched, just slightly, but recovered. “Don’t do that.” “Don’t what? Call out the fact that I’ve been strung along? Used as bait, shielded from truths?” “Elana, I’ve protected you.” She stood, fury igniting. “
The dawn light found Elana in the greenhouse once more, tending to the roses Luca had taught her to prune. She loved this place—warm, fragrant, alive—until that moment when every petal felt like a reminder of how easily beauty could hide thorns. She paused, hands on the shears, when she heard hurried footsteps on the gravel path behind her. Matteo emerged, his face drawn. “You need to see this,” he said, hand outstretched with a folded slip of paper. Elana’s heart fluttered as she took it. The note was in Bianca’s elegant script: “Meet me by the east stables at noon. Alone.” —B Her blood ran cold. Bianca’s invitations always carried a hidden knife. “Wise words?” Elana asked, folding the paper. Matteo shook his head. “It’s a trap. She’s dealing with Marconi’s agents directly. They plan to strike tonight at the gala, during the charity auction.” He lowered his voice. “If they succeed, most of our benefactors will be gone, and Luca’s position will crumble.” Elana clenched
The grand hall of the Palazzo Moretti buzzed with polite conversation and clinking glasses. Crystal chandeliers scattered light across marble floors, gilded columns, and patrons draped in midnight silks. It was the kind of event designed to showcase power and elegance—exactly why Bianca Moretti had insisted Elana attend. Elana stood near the edge of the room, clutching a flute of champagne, watching Luca move effortlessly from group to group. He was in his element: commanding respect, exchanging brief nods and warm smiles. She could almost forget the darkness that lurked beyond these walls. Almost. A gentle hand on her elbow made her turn. Bianca stood there, her icy blond hair piled high, a practiced smile on her lips. “Elana, so glad you could join us.” She tilted her head. “I assume you’ll be representing our family’s charitable interests tonight?” Elana forced a smile that masked the tension stringing through her shoulders. “Of course. It’s important to show unity, espec
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