تسجيل الدخولForced Marriage| Ruthless Don| Age Gap| Enemies to Lovers| Substitute Groom| Strong Female Lead| Dangerous Love I was supposed to marry his nephew. That was the agreement meant to end twenty years of war between our families. As the Valente family’s unwanted daughter, I was the sacrificial lamb and I didn’t have a choice. But on my wedding day, the groom disappeared and before anyone could react, his uncle stepped forward. Don Maxton Retroferd, the most feared man in the underworld. Cold, ruthless and Untouchable. And in front of everyone, he claimed me as his wife. I expected him to break me or treat me like nothing more than a pawn in his dangerous world and I prepared myself to survive a man with no heart. But the Don who was supposed to ruin me became the only one who protected me and truly saw me for who I am. Now I’m trapped in a marriage I never wanted… with a man I was never meant to love and the more I tried to resist him, the more I realized that the ruthless Don didn’t just marry me...He claimed me.
عرض المزيدThe cathedral was a monument to old blood and older sins. Its towering stone arches and stained-glass windows usually spoke of peace, but today, they felt like a cage. The pews were filled with the elite of the underworld, men in tailored suits with bulges under their jackets, and women whose diamonds were as sharp as the knives they kept in their clutches. For two decades, these two families, the Valentes and the Retroferds, had painted the streets red with each other’s blood. Today, they were here to witness a union that was supposed to end the slaughter.In the front row, at the specially reserved seats, sat the two kings. Don Michael Valente looked like a man who had finally won a long, exhausting game of chess. Opposite him sat Don Maxton Retroferd. Maxton was a statue of ice, his presence so heavy and terrifying that even the men on his own payroll didn't dare breathe too loudly near him. The tension was like a living thing, vibrating through the floorboards, and every guard
The morning of the wedding arrived quickly. For forty-eight hours, Raina had been a prisoner in her own bedroom, the four walls closing in on her until the air felt thin and toxic. She hadn't slept or eaten the bland meals the guards slid through the door. She felt exhausted, her body aching from the lack of movement, but the fire in her gut hadn't dimmed. It had only refined into a sharp edge of pure hatred.She sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers white-knuckled as she gripped the small silver necklace around her neck. It was the only thing she had left of her mother, and the only thing her father hadn't been able to strip away. The cool metal was a reminder of a woman who was the exact opposite of the monsters downstairs.The heavy thud of the deadbolt echoing through the room made her spine stiffen.The door swung open, and Lorenzo stepped in, looking far too smug for a man who had his jaw nearly shattered two days ago. Behind him was a small army of stylists carrying garment
On the southern side of the Capital city, the atmosphere was different. The Retroferd estate, twice the size of the Valente's, was a place of absolute power.The fortress of the family that had spent twenty years sabotaging the Valente bloodline. The feud had been vicious, killing sons and brothers on both sides, leaving behind a trail of grief that had finally forced the two monsters at the top to shake hands.Inside the study, the silence was heavy. Don Maxton Retroferd sat behind a desk carved from dark mahogany that looked like it belonged in a museum. He was thirty-eight years old, at the peak of his power, and possessed a laser-focused intensity that made most men choke on their words. He was currently reviewing shipping documents, his eyes scanning the fine print with the predatory stillness of a hawk.In front of the desk, the silence was being disturbed by the frantic pacing of Evan Retroferd.Evan was twenty-seven, the spoiled nephew of the Don, and currently, his face was
“Thud!”“Thud!”“This!”The rhythmic sound of leather hitting canvas was the only tone Raina Valente craved. The boxing gym was a dump but to her, it was a sanctuary and the only place where the name 'Valente' didn’t restrict or meddle in her life. She leaned into a sharp jab and the heavy bag groaned under the force of her strike, her knuckles burning beneath the wraps."Raina, for the love of God, take a break!" Bryan called out. He was a middle-aged man, who had volunteered to be her coach and his eyes were always full of fatherly concern she never received from her own flesh and blood. "You’ve been at this since dawn. You’re going to tire yourself out before the championship match, and you can't win the belt if you can't lift your arms."Raina didn't stop, the mention of the championship made her punch even harder. “Thud!”“Thud!”“Crack!”She saw the Golden belt in her mind.. it is her ticket out. One win, one professional contract, and she could disappear from the underworld f












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