ログインShe was sold by her own father and forced into a loveless marriage with the most feared mafia boss. Trapped in a world of power, violence, and silence, she has no choices—and no way out. Until she realizes the most dangerous temptation in that house isn’t her husband… It’s his son. Cold. Protective. Forbidden. He watches her from the shadows, guards her with quiet devotion, and desires her in secret. When escape becomes their only chance at freedom, they are hunted without mercy. Because in the mafia, a woman is property. And betrayal is always paid for in blood.
もっと見る𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀I was lying down, but I knew I wouldn’t sleep.The room was dark.The silence should have been comforting, but my mind wouldn’t obey. It raced in circles, jumping from memory to memory, unable to settle. Every moment from a few hours ago came back, insistent.The event… Alessandro… the punch. The blood. The body is falling. The man who didn’t move anymore.I had never seen anyone die. Not like that. Not that way. Every detail etched itself into my mind, painfully vivid: the impact of the blow, the blood spreading, the stunned looks around, and the heavy breathing of those who had just witnessed the violence.And yet… it wasn’t the death that disturbed me the most.It was him.The expression on Alessandro’s face. The rage erupting from within him, the control dissolving completely. The Alessandro people knew, cold and calculating, always methodical and confident, had disappeared for a few seconds, replaced by something more primal, more human… and at the same time,
𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀I was tired.Tired of smiling.Tired of pretending.Tired of being introduced as if I were an object.“My wife.”“Helena.”“Newly married.”The words were repeated.Like a rehearsed script.As if I weren’t there.As if I were just another accessory displayed beside Dom Vittorio.People smiling.Evaluating me.Watching me.Some with curiosity.Others have too much interest.Lingering stares.Fake smiles.Overly polite greetings.And Dom Vittorio’s hand never left my waist.Heavy.Possessive.His fingers pressed into my skin, as if making it clear to everyone that I belonged to him.I felt nauseous.But I kept smiling.Because I knew…If I stopped, I would pay for it later.I tried to keep my breathing calm.Tried to ignore the discomfort.I tried not to think about how exposed I felt in that dress.I tried not to think about how much I wanted to leave.My mind, involuntarily, searched for him.Alessandro.Even without meaning to, my eyes scanned the room.Searching.
𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎Bruno grabbed my arm hard.I didn’t resist.I could still feel the blood pulsing through my veins.The adrenaline.The anger.Her image.Always her.We entered an empty room, and Bruno shut the door forcefully.“What the hell was that, Alessandro?”I ran my hands over my face.Blood.There was still blood on my fingers.The red contrasted with my skin, with the sleeve of my suit, and with the coldness I always carried.I ran a hand through my hair, trying to calm down.But my breathing was still heavy.My entire body is tense.The violence still vibrates in my muscles.“You killed a man in the middle of a mafia event!” Bruno continued, incredulous. “You never do that! You never lose control like that!”I didn’t answer.My mind was still in the hall.In her gaze.Frightened.Eyes wide.Short breaths.That image hit me harder than anything else.The last thing I wanted in the world…Was to frighten Helena.My jaw tightened.I would rather she feared anyone.A
𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎I could still feel her warmth.Even hours later.Even there, in the middle of that event filled with voices, fake laughter, and dangerous stares… my mind kept returning to her room.To the moment I almost kissed her.My jaw tightened at the memory.Her eyes.Her faltering breath.The closeness.I had been just a few centimeters away.Very few.If someone hadn’t passed through the hallway…I would have crossed that line.And I knew.I knew exactly what would happen afterward.If I kissed her…I wouldn’t be able to control myself anymore.I wouldn’t be able to keep my distance.I wouldn’t be able to pretend it was only protection.It would become something bigger.More intense.More dangerous.And Helena was already in too much danger.Crossing that line meant war.With my father.With the mafia.With everything.And even so…Part of me wished I had crossed it.I took a deep breath and brought the glass of whiskey to my lips.The liquid burned as it went down






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