LOGIN“I’ll let my servants watch as I fuck your cunt right here. And when I’m done… I’ll wipe your blood with this tissue and send it as a present to your father,” Stefano sneered as he pushed me to the bed, his eyes dark in excitement. Gianna Bellini was born a mafia princess. She was spoiled… heavily protected and untouchable. She was supposed to marry her childhood love and unite two powerful families. Instead, war broke out. To stop bloodshed and to save her father from reliving the nightmare that once killed her mother, Gianna agrees to be traded to the most powerful Don in the city. But she is taken before the deal is complete. By Stefano De Caruso. The Don’s son. The man secretly at war with his own father. The only man dangerous enough to dismantle empires. Stefano didn’t want peace. He wanted leverage. And Gianna is his favorite weapon. Now trapped between rival families, father and son, loyalty and desire, Gianna must survive a game where love is weakness, trust is fatal, and possession is mistaken for protection. Because in this war… She isn’t the prize. She’s the battlefield.
View MoreStefano.The door hadn’t even fully shut behind her when something snapped inside me.A low growl ripped from my chest as I swept my arm across the table, sending papers flying in every direction. Files scattered; the ash tray fell onto the floor with a loud clatter, the sharp sound echoing through the study, almost shaking the building.“How dare she…”My voice came out rough, edged with something darker than anger.I stared at the door like she was still standing there… like I could drag her back in and make her repeat every word she had just said.You’re going to be my last.My jaw tightened at the thought of that word, no one spoke to me like that… no one. And yet… she had without shaking, crying, or begging.She had stood there, bruised, broken… and still found the audacity to threaten me.My hands pressed harder against the table, my fingers curling against the wood as my chest rose and fell slowly, deliberately, trying to contain something that didn’t want to be contained.The
Gianna.I was smiling at her not because I was happy… no.It was because I had finally learned how to hide what I felt.Luciana stood in front of me, the basket of herbs hanging loosely from her hand, but she wasn’t moving anymore. Not a single step.Her eyes… That was where it started… fear.I could see it vividly no matter how hard she tried to make it seem normal. She knew what was coming for her… she really knew.She knew something had changed in me. I wasn’t the same girl she talked down to or raised her hand to hit.“You know… Luciana,” I repeated softly, tilting my head just a little, letting the smile linger on my lips, “you’ve never really told me how your daughter died.”She was silent while she stared at me, her lips and hands trembling evenly.Her fingers tightened around the basket, the herbs rustling faintly. For a second, I thought she wouldn’t answer.Then her lips parted… But before a single word could leave them, the gates creaked open.Luciana’s head snapped toward
Gianna.I didn’t look away from her when the name dropped from my lips.I was expecting her to ask who these people were and what they had done to me but she didn’t utter a word.She didn’t react the way normal people would.There was no shock, no judgment… nothing.For a moment, neither of us spoke. The room felt heavier than before, like something unseen had shifted the moment I chose violence over survival.Then she leaned back slightly, crossing her legs with a grace that felt too practiced to be ordinary.“My name,” she said slowly, her voice smooth like aged wine, “is Valentina Moretti.”The name settled into me, it sounded like power. Maybe she was more powerful than everyone else in the mafia family.She watched me carefully, like she was waiting to see if it meant anything to me.“Like I said earlier… I’m your godmother,” Valentina continued, her lips curving faintly, “and I’m here to help you.”I blinked once. “Why are you helping me?”“The life you’ve already stepped into,”
Gianna.I woke up choking on air, and it felt like life was leaving me.My chest heaved violently, ribs protesting with every breath I dragged in, but my body… my body refused to move. It felt like I had been nailed to the ground, like every nerve had been beaten into submission.For a moment, I didn’t even remember where I was, then the pain came.It didn’t creep in gently. It slammed into me like a wave, sharp, burning, merciless. My back felt like it had been torn open, my skin raw, every inch of me screaming.A broken sound escaped my lips, that was when I realized I was on the floor. Right where Stefano had left me.My lashes fluttered weakly as I turned my head slightly, my cheek scraping against the cold tiles. The memory came back in flashes, whips cutting through my skin, the sting, the humiliation, his voice… deep, controlled, terrifying.A sob caught in my throat. I forced my eyes downward, and that was the worst mistake I could have made. My body… it was red and bruised wi
Gianna. He sat there with legs crossed, a cigarette in between his lips as he stared at the clothes the store women brought before him.“I don’t wear dresses. Let her try them on,” he said, looking away, uninterested.“This way, ma’am,” one of the women gestured at me. I followed her quietly into
Gianna.Tears streaked my face as I dropped to my knees, the two men who held me by my arm letting go of their grip which had bitten deep into my soft skin, leaving faint red marks.“You know better not to take things that don’t belong to you,” Luciana hissed as she snatched the table knife from wh
Stefano.The car halted in front of Bellini's estate. I shook my head with a smile as I looked out through the window to see how much ruin my father had caused just to get the spoiled mafia piccola in his bed.The door opened and I got down from the car, my hand tugging on my shirt sleeves as I rol
Gianna.I was escorted out of the room by two maids. They wrapped me with a duvet as I walked slowly down the hallway leading to my room.I had my hands folded to my chest with muffled cries escaping my lips. I was having difficulty believing that my father had just traded me to this monster instea


















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