Married to the Mafia King

Chapter One: The Night Everything Changed

The rain had been falling relentlessly since sunset, washing the city beneath a cold veil of silver and turning the empty streets into endless reflections of trembling lights. From the bedroom window, Elena Carter watched the storm in silence, her fingers wrapped tightly around her phone as she tried, for what felt like the hundredth time that evening, to reach her father.

He still wasn't answering.

Normally, Victor Carter would never disappear without telling her where he was going. Even when his work kept him away from home for hours, he always found a moment to call her, especially since Elena had been the only person he had left after so many years of keeping the rest of the world at a distance.

Tonight, however, every call went unanswered.

She stared at his name on the screen, fighting the uneasiness that had been growing inside her since late afternoon, when she had first noticed that something about her father seemed different. He had barely spoken during dinner, and when she asked him what was wrong, he had simply told her that everything was fine before leaving the house without another explanation.

Twenty minutes earlier, a message had arrived from his phone.

Don't trust anyone. Not even the people inside your house.

Elena had read the sentence so many times that the words had begun to blur before her eyes.

It didn't sound like him.

Her father had always been careful with his words, especially when something serious was happening. If he had wanted to warn her, he would have called her himself rather than sending a message that raised more questions than it answered.

She tried his number again, but the call went straight to voicemail.

"Dad, please answer," she whispered, lowering the phone as a strange pressure settled over her chest.

Then she heard something downstairs.

A heavy sound, followed by the unmistakable noise of something breaking.

Elena immediately turned toward her bedroom door, her heartbeat quickening as she listened to the silence that followed. For several seconds, nothing happened, and she almost convinced herself that the sound had come from outside.

Then a man's voice rose from downstairs.

"Where is the girl?"

Elena froze.

She had never heard that voice before.

Another voice answered, and the sound of it made every muscle in her body tense.

"I told you, she knows nothing."

Her father's voice.

She stepped closer to the door, unable to understand what she was hearing. Her father was downstairs, and he was speaking to someone she had never met.

"Then you should have thought about that before you betrayed us."

The unfamiliar man's voice remained calm, almost emotionless, but there was something beneath it that made Elena's stomach twist. It wasn't the anger of an ordinary man who had been betrayed; it was the cold certainty of someone who knew that he had complete control over the situation.

Elena slowly reached for the doorknob, but before she could open the door, her phone slipped from her trembling fingers and crashed onto the floor.

The sound echoed through the hallway.

Silence followed.

Then her father's voice broke through it.

"Elena!"

She stepped backward.

"Elena, don't come downstairs!"

Fear was unmistakable in his voice now, and hearing it frightened her more than the strangers themselves.

"What is happening?" she called back.

"Get out of the house!"

A loud crash shook the hallway, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps climbing the stairs.

Elena didn't think twice. She ran toward the window and pushed it open, allowing the cold rain to strike her face as she looked down at the garden several meters below.

Behind her, the bedroom door shook violently.

"Elena!"

Her father's voice came again, desperate this time.

"Jump!"

She climbed onto the narrow ledge, her hands trembling as she tried to keep her balance against the rain. The ground below looked frighteningly far away, but the door behind her was beginning to give way, and she knew she had only seconds left.

She closed her eyes and jumped.

Pain shot through her ankle when she landed, but fear gave her enough strength to push herself back onto her feet. She ran across the wet grass without looking behind her, her bare feet sinking into the cold mud as she struggled toward the road.

A gunshot exploded behind her.

Elena gasped but refused to stop.

She didn't know whether her father was alive, whether the men were following her, or why any of this was happening. All she knew was that if she stayed there, she might never get another chance to escape.

She reached the main road moments later, breathing heavily as rain soaked through her clothes, and then a black car suddenly appeared from the darkness.

The vehicle stopped so abruptly that Elena stumbled backward, staring at it in panic.

The driver's door opened.

A man stepped out.

He was tall and dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit, his dark hair slightly damp from the rain, while his expression remained strangely composed despite the chaos surrounding them.

He looked at Elena for several seconds without saying anything, as though he were trying to confirm something he had already suspected.

"Stay away from me," Elena warned, taking another step backward.

The man ignored the fear in her voice and removed his coat before placing it carefully around her shoulders.

"You shouldn't be here."

"I don't know who you are," she replied, pulling the coat tightly around herself. "Please, I need help."

His eyes moved toward the road behind her.

Two black vehicles were approaching in the distance.

Something changed in his expression.

"We need to leave."

Elena looked at him suspiciously. "Why should I trust you?"

"You shouldn't."

His answer caught her completely off guard.

For the first time, his gaze returned to hers, and Elena noticed how unusually dark his eyes were. There was no panic in them, despite the gunshots and the approaching vehicles; instead, there was a quiet confidence that made her realize this man was not an ordinary stranger who had happened to find her on the road.

"Then who are you?" she asked.

He remained silent for a moment before finally answering.

"Damian Moretti."

The name struck her with the force of a blow.

Everyone knew the Moretti name.

They were one of the most powerful families in the city's criminal underworld, and Damian Moretti was the man people rarely spoke about unless they wanted to lower their voices first.

The Mafia King.

Elena's eyes widened as she instinctively stepped away from him.

"What do you want from me?"

His expression remained unreadable.

"Right now, I want to keep you alive."

Another gunshot echoed somewhere behind them.

Damian opened the passenger door and looked at her.

"Get in."

Elena hesitated, caught between the fear of entering a stranger's car and the certainty that the men chasing her would be far worse.

"I don't trust you," she whispered.

A faint, almost humorless smile appeared on Damian's lips.

"That's probably the smartest thing you've said tonight."

He glanced toward the approaching vehicles before adding, "But if you stay here, you won't have the luxury of making that decision twice."

Elena finally climbed into the car.

Damian closed the door behind her, walked around the vehicle, and took his place behind the wheel. Within seconds, the car disappeared into the darkness, leaving the house, the gunshots, and the life Elena had known behind them.

She sat silently in the passenger seat, still trying to understand how everything had changed so quickly.

Her father was missing.

Armed men had invaded her home.

And now she was sitting beside the most feared man in the city.

What Elena didn't know was that Damian Moretti hadn't found her by accident.

He had been searching for her long before she ever knew his name.

And as he drove through the rain, his eyes remained fixed on the road while one thought echoed through his mind.

He had promised himself that Elena Carter would never become part of his world.

But after tonight, there was no way to keep that promise.