MasukIn the Chicago mafia, refusing a powerful man is the same as signing your own death warrant. At twenty-one, Valentina is forced into marriage with Adrian DeLuca— the cold, feared underboss whose first wife died under mysterious circumstances. The rules are clear: obey, stay silent, and never ask about the past. Adrian doesn’t want love. He wants a wife who looks perfect at his side and a mother for his children. Nothing more. Their marriage is built on duty, fear, and carefully maintained distance until Valentina begins to see the cracks beneath his ruthless control. The DeLuca mansion is full of secrets. Locked rooms. Unspoken rules. A five-year-old boy who hasn’t spoken since his mother’s death— until he whispers something that changes everything. “I still see my mom at night.” What begins as a marriage of survival turns into a dangerous search for truth. As Valentina uncovers what really happened to the woman who came before her, she realizes the greatest threat may not be the man she married, but the one everyone believes is dead. In a world where loyalty is deadly and love is a weakness, Valentina must decide who to trust before the truth destroys her marriage… or her life. A dark mafia romance about forced marriage, forbidden secrets, and the woman who refused to stay powerless.
Lihat lebih banyakVALENTINA - THREE MONTHS LATER The rain had already started by the time I picked Stefan up from school. I’d been learning to drive over the summer and I was pretty good at it already, so I didn’t take a driver today. Stefan climbed into the backseat without a word. He didn’t even look at me. He just buckled himself in, turned his face toward the window, and watched the rain trace patterns down the glass. I tried to start a conversation. “Hey, sweetheart. How was school today?” No answer. “Did you have your art class? You were excited about painting that volcano, remember?” He gave a faint shrug, still staring out at the gray blur of houses as we passed them. Something about his silence unsettled me. Stefan wasn’t the chattiest kid in the world, but since he’d started talking again, he usually had something to say, especially about art, or the new dog we got, or what Sofia did that annoyed him. But now, he was like a statue. I kept glancing at him in the rearview mirror. His
VALENTINA We spent our first summer vacation at the beach house. It was early June and the sun was shining brightly. The weather forecast had predicted a few days without rain. Adrian had taken the week off from work, which didn’t mean he wouldn’t have to return in case of an emergency, but I was still ecstatic about the chance to have a family vacation on the beach. I dressed Sofia in a cute two-piece with ruffles and sunflowers, cute sunglasses, and a straw hat. My bikini looked very similar, minus the excessive frills, but we still managed a cute twin look. Stefan wore his favorite Superman swim trunks. Adrian was an eye-candy in his board shorts. He carried Stefan into the water while Sofia and I dipped only our toes into the Atlantic. I preferred lukewarm water, so I didn’t understand how Adrian and Stefan could enjoy a dip in the cold. Sofia shared my opinion and squealed every time the waves touched her tiny toes. Her eyes brimmed over with joy as she raised her arms. “Arm
VALENTINA Adrian worked late that night, long after the house had gone quiet. I had tried to wait up for him, but at some point, exhaustion pulled me under. When I opened my eyes again, the other side of the bed was still cold. Stefan’s small body was curled against mine, his soft breathing filling the dark room. I carefully slid out of bed, tucked the blanket around him, and followed the faint golden light spilling from downstairs. The house was silent, but a light was on and it led me to the cigar lounge. Adrian sat in his favorite armchair in front of the fireplace, a half-empty tumbler of whisky resting in his hand. The amber liquid caught the firelight, glinting like something dangerous. His jacket and tie were draped carelessly over the other chair, his vest still on, but the top buttons of his shirt were undone, sleeves rolled back to his forearms. His hair was a little messy, his expression even more so. He rubbed at the stubble on his jaw, lost in thought, and for a momen
VALENTINA I lingered near the cigar lounge door after Marco went inside. The low hum of voices drifted through the crack, but I couldn’t make out the words. Ever since that night when Adrian had almost killed my brother, I could never relax when the two of them were alone together. They’d worked side by side again in the months since, but that didn’t mean things were truly fine. When the door finally opened, I straightened too fast, heart hammering in my chest. Marco stepped out. His expression was calm, so at least no one was dead. “What is it?” I asked, searching his face for any hint of tension. “Is everything all right?” He nodded, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Yeah. I just wanted to tell you before anyone else— you probably won’t see me around much longer. I’m moving to New York.” The words took a second to sink in. “You’re moving?” “I’ll be working under Rico for a while,” he said casually, but there was an edge beneath his tone. “Oh.” The disappointment hit harde






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