LOGINElana 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.
View MoreDari tadi Arumi memandang layar ponselnya dengan tatapan datar. Gadis berusia 20 tahun itu sepertinya sedang menunggu seseorang menghubunginya. Berulang kali dia membolak balikan ponsel berukuran enam inci itu. Namun, tidak ada tanda-tanda pria yang akan menjadi tunangannya itu akan menghubungi atau sekadar mengirimkan pesan singkat untuknya.
Gadis berambut ikal itu terlihat kesal, hingga sedari tadi mengumpat tanpa henti. Bagaimana tidak. Pria itu seharusnya sudah menolak untuk di jodohkan dari awal. Tapi, setelah aksi kaburnya dari Mansion, pria bermanik hitam itu malah datang menghampiri Apartemen tempatnya melarikan diri, lalu mengatakan kalau dia menyetujuinya. Bahkan Pria menyebalkan itu menambahkan beberapa syarat untuk mengikatnya.
Butuh dua jam penantian hingga benda pipih berwarna kuning miliknya itu berbunyi. Tampak pada layar berukuran enam inci itu, logo pesan dengan nama pengirim yang tidak asing muncul di sana.
Bruak ....
Suara ponsel yang di lemparnya jatuh menyentuh lantai saat dia selesai membaca pesan singkat yang isinya.
'Aku melakukan semua ini demi kedua orang tuaku.'
"Pilihan apa itu? Memangnya kau pikir aku melakukan ini demi siapa, dasar pria berengsek! Kau hanya memikirkan perasaan kedua orang tua mu saja."
Arumi mengumpat dengan mengepalkan kedua tangan. "Dasar pria menyebalkan!"
Dia lalu membanting keras tubuhnya di atas ranjang, menatap sendu pada langit-langit kamar yang gelap. Arumi memang sengaja mematikan lampu kamarnya. Dia akan merasa lebih tenang jika berada di dalam kegelapan.
"Apa yang sedang kau rencanakan. Syarat? Apa di otakmu suatu hubungan itu hanya permainan," keluhnya dengan mata berkaca-kaca.
Wanita bermanik cokelat itu mengubah posisi tidurnya menjadi duduk,lalu mengambil bantal guling yang sedari tadi dia peluk, dan memukul ke segala arah tanpa henti. Anggap saja dia sedang memukuli pria berengsek itu.
"Pria mesum! Menyebalkan!"
Pria menyebalkan dan mesum itu adalah Randika Garret. Pengusaha termudah di Kanada dengan berbagai prestasi. Randika terkenal dengan sebutan Pria penakluk wanita.
Pria dingin dan kaku itu memiliki paras yang cukup tampan. Garis wajah bak putra-putra bangsawan korea yang di wariskan dari sang ibu membuat dia terlihat gagah dan sangat menawan, apalagi manik hitam pekat yang dia miliki membuat tatapannya yang tajam bak mata harimau yang sedang kelaparan.
Satu hal yang membuat Randika sangat di kenali orang adalah, karena memiliki kepribadian yang sangat dingin dan tidak memiliki belas kasihan. Dia mampu menghancurkan siapa pun yang berani mengusik kehidupan pribadinya.
Selain itu, Randika adalah pria pemuja dunia malam. Dia bahkan sering bergonta-ganti pasangan. Namun, tidak untuk urusan ranjang, dia hanya akan tidur bersama gadis yang di sukai. Baginya, terikat hubungan ranjang dengan banyak wanita akan sangat merepotkan.
"Apa yang harus aku lakukan sekarang? Apa aku harus kabur lagi ke tempat lain?"
Arumi kembali menatap sendu pada langit kamarnya. Gadis bermanik cokelat itu bahkan berfikir jika kedua orang tuanya masih ada. Mungkin nasib seperti ini tidak akan dia alami.
Sementara itu di tempat lain.
Setelah mengirimkan pesan kepada Arumi, Randika kembali mengerjakan tugas-tugas kantornya. Dia mengingat kembali semua percakapan dengan kedua orang tuanya tadi tentang perjodohan, dan semua syarat yang dia ajukan untuk Arumi.
Randika memang sengaja mengajukan syarat, berharap ketika Arumi mendengar syarat darinya dia akan memohon untuk segera membatalkan perjodohan ini. Dan itu akan terlihat normal dan secara tidak langsung dia mengambinghitamkan Arumi, agar kedua orang tuanya tidak merasa kecewa terhadapnya.
Namun sepertinya keputusan ini akan sangat merepotkannya. Gadis rumahan yang dia pikir sangat polos itu, sekarang malah kabur dari rumah karena desakan kedua orang tuannya.
"Sungguh ini tidak akan baik, Gadis aneh itu .... Aragh dia membuatku muak," desah Randika kesal.
Randika merundukkan kepala pada meja kerjanya, menyesali keputusan konyol yang dia ambil tanpa berfikir akan akibatnya nanti.
"Aku membuat diriku masuk ke lubang yang aku gali sendiri."
The silence in the house was no longer peaceful—it was loaded. Every hallway felt like it echoed with what hadn’t yet been said.Elana stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching the way the wind tugged at the fountain’s still water. Her mother was behind her, quiet, but she could feel the weight of her presence.“You’ve changed,” Isabella said finally.Elana didn’t turn around. “I had to.”“That man you married… he’s not the type to let a woman stay soft.”Elana turned, her voice sharp but not unkind. “You think I’m less because I don’t flinch anymore?”“I think you’re surviving. I’m just wondering how much of you is still left underneath.”Elana’s jaw flexed. “That’s not fair.”Isabella stepped forward, her eyes narrowing. “Is it? You didn’t even blink when Matteo said they found another body this morning.”“That body was one of ours,” Elana said. “A boy who grew up guarding this house. And I’m angry. But I can’t fall apart every time someone dies, not anymore.”For a moment, Isabe
The quiet of the Moretti estate wasn’t peace—it was the eye of a storm.Elana walked the hallway outside her bedroom with slow, measured steps, her arms wrapped around herself. A thousand thoughts buzzed through her head, each more unsettling than the last. The return of Lucia—the woman once trusted by her father, long presumed dead—had shattered the uneasy calm they’d been holding onto. Her sudden appearance couldn’t be coincidence.And Elana’s mother still hadn’t said a word about it.“You’re pacing,” a voice said from behind.Elana turned to see Isabella stepping out from one of the guest rooms, a robe draped around her slim frame, eyes sharp despite the hour. She hadn’t left since the night she’d arrived, and her presence in the house remained a thorn in Luca’s side.“I couldn’t sleep,” Elana murmured. “Too much happening.”“Lucia,” Isabella said, her tone crisp. “I heard the name. And I saw the look on your face.”Elana didn’t answer at first. She leaned against the wall, pressin
The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a desk lamp. Luca stood by the window, staring out at the courtyard while Elana sat on the couch, Isabella curled beside her, half-asleep with a stuffed bear in her arms. But Elana’s eyes were wide open—alert, heart thudding. She couldn’t shake the image of Lucia’s face from the grainy security feed. It had been so long, but some things never faded. There was a soft knock. Matteo stepped inside. “She’s clean. No weapons, no wires. Nervous, but not hostile.” Elana stood immediately. “Where is she?” “In the guest study. She asked to speak with you first—alone.” Luca turned from the window. “No.” Elana met his gaze. “Luca.” “You’re not going in there alone. I don’t care who she used to be.” “Then let me take Matteo with me. Just not you.” He raised an eyebrow. “Why not me?” “Because you walk into a room and everything shifts. People see blood before words.” Her voice softened. “She came to me. Let’s not scare her off.” A
The silence in Luca’s office was deafening. Elana stood by the window, arms crossed, watching the trees sway in the wind beyond the estate walls. The sky was overcast, as if the world outside reflected the growing tension inside. Luca leaned against the edge of his desk, eyes on her. He hadn’t said a word since Matteo left with the update on Marconi’s crew. “They hit one of the storage fronts,” he said finally. “Four of our men are dead.” Elana’s jaw tensed. “Did they take anything?” “No. It was a message.” His voice was cold, but controlled. “One we’ll answer soon.” She turned toward him. “And what’s the plan?” “We retaliate. Swift and clean.” Her eyes narrowed. “No discussion?” “I’m not asking for permission.” “I’m not some naive trophy wife anymore, Luca. We’ve both seen what happens when emotions dictate bloodshed.” His gaze darkened. “This isn’t about emotions. This is business.” Elana stepped closer, her voice sharp but low. “You’re lying. You want revenge
The early morning air was cold and sharp, slicing through the tension that clung to the Moretti estate like a second skin. Elana stood at the window of the study, watching the mist roll over the grounds. Somewhere behind her, Luca’s voice was low and clipped, speaking into his phone. She didn’t ha
Elana stood at the window, arms folded tight across her chest, watching the early morning mist coil over the Moretti estate grounds. The silence had weight to it—like the air before a storm. She hadn’t slept. Not really. Not since Matteo’s late-night report and Luca’s cold retreat into war mode. S
The night air was colder than usual as Elana stood on the terrace outside their bedroom, arms crossed over her chest. Below, the estate grounds were quiet. Too quiet. Luca hadn’t come up yet. She hadn’t expected him to, not after the call he took with Matteo downstairs. But the silence that foll
The house had grown quiet again, but not in a peaceful way. It was the kind of quiet that made Elana feel like something was coming—like the world was holding its breath. Luca was in the war room more often now, reviewing footage, speaking in hushed tones with Matteo and a few trusted men. She’d w






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