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CHAPTER 8: A ROLE TO FILL
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2026-04-13 06:29:14
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One Year with the Mafia Boss CHAPTER 8: A ROLE TO FILL
JaydonI lean my head against the leather headrest in the back of the Mercedes. The city lights smear past the window. My phone feels heavy in my hand.My thumb hovers over a picture of Isayanna Romero.My former assistant.Now my fake wife.A sigh slips out. Relief? Maybe. Or something else I don’t want to name. But I got this part right. She is perfect for the role.Her clothes are plain. Boring, even. That’s why she’s still single, probably. Her wardrobe needs a funeral. But that’s not a bad thing. It’s exactly what I need. Someone grounded. No flashy tantrums. No high maintenance drama. Someone who won’t make this fake marriage harder than it already is.Mom will soften up to her. I can see it already. Isayanna’s low key vibe will slide right past Mom’s radar. That thought presses some of the weight off my chest.My late fiancée and Mom never clicked. Mom never said it out loud. But she’s good at hiding. Too good.I scroll through more photos. A smirk tugs my mouth. Ruffled gowns.
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IsayannaThe gravel crunched under my boots as I shoved the cab door shut. I didn’t look back. I didn't care about the meter running. My pulse was a frantic hammer against my ribs, echoing the desperation that had been clawing at my throat for weeks. Inside, the house was too quiet. Usually, the TV hummed with some old black-and-white rerun, but today the air felt heavy and stagnant. Then I heard it. A thin, jagged whimper from the back bedroom.I didn't breathe until I pushed her door open. Grandma was a small, broken knot under the blankets. The breakfast tray I’d left her was cold and untouched, the toast staring back at me like a failure. She looked gray. The kind of gray that happens when the body starts giving up because the pain is too loud to ignore."Isayanna?"Her voice was a thread, barely holding on. I sank onto the edge of the mattress, the springs groaning. My hand trembled as I smoothed the hair back from her damp forehead. She smelled like peppermint and sickness. "
One Year with the Mafia Boss CHAPTER 6: SIGN HERE, CHANGE EVERYTHING
JaydonThe elevator doors hissed open. I stepped out, the polished marble floor clicking under my boots as I headed for my sanctuary. The glass and steel of my office usually felt like a cage, but today, there was a different kind of heat in my chest. I needed a fix. My mother’s nagging, the endless line of socialites trying to claw their way into my bed, the suffocating memory of Hera. I needed a shield. And Isayanna was the only one who didn't look at me like I was a paycheck or a conquest. She was reliable. She was quiet. And after seeing her at the club last night, seeing that raw vulnerability in those blue eyes, I couldn't stop thinking about her. I sat in my leather chair, the scent of expensive hide and stale coffee clinging to the air. I didn't want a church girl or a dating app disaster. I wanted someone I already knew. Someone I could control.I hit the intercom. "Swing by my office," I said. I didn't wait for her to agree. I never did.I leaned back, my pulse thrumming
One Year with the Mafia Boss CHAPTER 5: AN OFFER TOO WILD TO IGNORE
Isayanna My stomach dropped into my heels the second I recognized the man holding my shoulders. The air between us was suddenly electric, thick with the scent of his expensive cologne and the smell of the club's artificial fog. I pulled back, looking at anything but him. The guilt from earlier today felt like a physical weight, pressing down on my chest. I had run out of his office like a coward, and now I was literally falling into his arms in a den of strobe lights and bad decisions.Jaydon looked lethal. His jaw was set, his knuckles white as he released my arms."Isayanna," he said, his voice a low vibration that I felt in my bones more than I heard over the music. "What are you doing here?"I swallowed. The lump in my throat felt like a stone. I tried to nod, to act like a normal person, but my heart was drumming a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I looked past him, scanning the VIP tables for Julie. I’d left her to use the bathroom, my head spinning with thoughts of his contrac
One Year with the Mafia Boss CHAPTER 4: MEMORIES AND REGRETS
JaydonThe club was a sensory assault. The bass didn’t just play, it vibrated through the floor and settled deep in my marrow, a rhythmic thumping that felt too much like a heartbeat. My eyes stung as the strobe lights sliced the darkness into jagged pieces.I hadn't stepped foot in this place since before Hera.Back then, the air smelled like expensive gin and ambition. This was where we toasted to the family business and signed contracts that moved millions. Now, the scent just felt like rot. Every corner held a ghost. I could almost see her standing by the bar, her nose wrinkled in that way she did when she smelled the cigarette smoke I tried to hide. She hated this world. She hated the blood on the money that paid for her life. I sucked in a breath of recycled air and forced my legs to move. I wasn't here for ghosts.Hera was gone. The baby was gone. All I had left was a mother who wouldn't stop screaming for a wedding and a hollow chest that refused to heal. Isayanna’s face fla
One Year with the Mafia Boss CHAPTER 3: A LEAP OF FAITH
IsayannaThe silence in the office was suffocating. I stared at the manila folder on my desk, the edges blurred by the tears I’d been fighting for hours. It was untouched. Five hours of spiraling, of grieving for a life that was falling apart before it even started, and I hadn't moved a single paper.Grandma didn’t have time for my breakdown. Her heart was failing, and the hospital bills were a mountain I couldn't climb. I was twenty-four, a virgin who got tongue-tied if a man so much as looked at me, and now I was staring down the barrel of a choice that felt like a deal with the devil.Either I sold myself to my boss for a year, or I let George turn me into his "sidekick" for life. George, with his wandering hands and oily smile.The intercom buzzed, a sharp, violent sound that made me jump so hard my knee cracked against the desk. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. This was it. Jaydon was going to fire me. He’d finally realized his assistant was a useless, sobbi
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