SOLD TO THE MAFIA HEIR

SOLD TO THE MAFIA HEIR

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Sold to the highest bidder to pay off a blood feud, I never imagined I would be the pawn in my father's fatal game. Still, here I am before Enzo De Luca, the most vicious mafia leader in the city. Though appealing, he is cold, deliberate, and as lethal. Though my heart races just from his proximity, it is his touch that ignites me. My body betrays me and reacts to him in ways I am powerless over. And I melt as he softly, commandingly says my name. Enzo loves neither me nor another. In his deadly kingdom, I am only another bargain, another transaction. But every time we are alone, the conflict between us snaps—desire becomes a terrible addiction. Although I detest him for everything he stands for, I yearn for the way he consumes me, body and soul. He has made it quite evident—our marriage is more about power than love. Still, every angry gaze and every snatched moment in the shadow reveals something different. Benevolent underneath his icy façade lies something broken that appeals to the darkest sides of me. But depending on a man like Enzo may mean losing everything. Bound to him now, for better or worse, I am caught in a world where loyalty is brittle and treachery carries a bullet. Our friendship gets more perilous the more truths about his empire I find. And as the past calls for us, I have to question myself: will our passion be the thing that ruins us both or can I survive loving a guy like Enzo De Luca? Burning in his arms is me. But in his universe, I could roast alive.

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Chapter 1

PROLOGUE:BOUND BY DESIRE

Isabella's POV

Twenty-two was the night I first met Enzo De Luca; hardly old enough to understand the actual weight of the planet I had been born into. He was only a figure murmured in dark corners, his name passed about like a secret, tinged with dread and longing; he was not meant to be in my life. But my life changed permanently when I saw him—that is, really saw him.

And much of what scared me was not him. That was the side of me longing for him.

I had come upon him in the most unusual manner. Though there were sections of the home I had been advised to avoid, my father's estate was constantly alive with murmurs of mafia business and violent dealings. I need to have paid attention.

But that evening, my curiosity won out. Cigars and costly whiskey hung on the walls, and muted laughing floated over the vast hallways.

It was late, far later than I ought to have been prowling about. But something had attracted me to the guest wing I never explored at the rear of the home.

I heard it at that point.

It was first simply the gentle murmur of voices, nothing uncommon for the guys my father connected with. But suddenly one of the guest rooms' damaged doors let out the clear sound of a woman's shorted moans. My heart thumping in my chest, I stopped. Though every instinct urged me to turn around and leave, I was unable.

For I could hear his voice.

I had only heard it once, in passing, while my father had been speaking to him in the study—low, dominating, with a trace of menace. Enzo de Luca. Though I understood enough to be terrified, I had no idea why he was here or why my father was interacting with a man like him.

I ought to have turned away, but instead I drew nearer.

I could see them through the barely open door: Enzo, his black hair ruffled, his powerful hands clutching the hips of the lady in front of him as she wrung beneath his grasp. His shirt unfastened. His motions were methodical, measured, exactly like everything else about him. Love and tenderness vanished from the picture. Just sheer, relentless force.

"Tell me what you want," he said, his voice full with directive power.

The woman gasped; her words were almost clear as she whined, "You... I want you."

He laughed, a dark, delighted sound that made my back tremble. Then, ask for it.

She really did. And he took more the more she pleaded. < His slow, deliberate motions were every reminder of who was in charge. Their body noises, and her reaction to him—that was unlike anything I had ever seen.

I couldn't stop looking away. Though I didn't want to say it, there was something about his handling of her that made my skin quiver and caused something deep inside me to stir. I found it terrible. I detested what I was seeing; despised that part of me questioned what it would feel like to be in her position. Under him.

To be his is the way.

I didn't know I was breathing until he turned to face the door, his eyes locked with mine for the shortest of a time. Nearly halted in my heart. He spotted me. His lips opened to a grim smile, but he continued not stopping. If anything, his motions grew more forceful, as if he were performing for just me.

My heart beating, my cheeks flushed with a passion I wanted not to admit, I staggered back. I should have left sooner rather than later I ought not to have seen.

But it was already too late. The harm was done.

Years turned by after that evening. Despite the developing bonds between our families, I had avoided Enzo. But Enzo's presence lingered in my consciousness, a continual, terrible reminder of what I had witnessed even as I sought to separate myself from the gloom of my father's reality. What have I experienced?

And now, standing in my father's study staring at Enzo in the flesh, those memories washed over me like a tidal wave.

He hadn't changed. Now, if anything, he was even more menacing; his power emanated from him like a black aura. As soon as I entered the room, his eyes fixed on mine, the same cold, deliberate stare that had tormented me for years. He recalled. It showed itself in the way his lips twisted into a knowing smile.

"Isabella," my father began, his voice dragging me from the intensity of Enzo's gaze. "We need to talk about something.

My heart pounding in my chest, I swallowed hard. The suspense in the room was stifling, laden with something I quite identify with.

"This is Enzo De Luca," my father said, gesturing to him as if I knew not immediately who he was. You are going to be marrying him.

The words strike me like a gut-reversal punch. My head spun, the air now too thin for human breathing. Marry him? For years, the guy who had tormented my dreams—and deepest fantasies—had plagued me.

"No," I said, shaking my head incredulously. "You couldn't be serious."

But the way my father looked revealed he was. He was dead real.

My father added, his voice stern, "This isn't up for debate, Isabella." This has to do with power. pertaining to survival. Enzo has consented to this agreement to help our families to mend their conflict.

Desperate to see any shred of humanity in Enzo's face, I peered at him but all I saw was apathy. cold, deliberate apathy.

Then he spoke, his voice low and silky, like the memory of that evening coming alive. The right of your father is: This marriage serves power more than affection. But do not confuse that with charity. Right now Bella, you are mine. And once you are mine, you cannot turn around.

I felt the room spin as he shouted my name and listened to his voice encircle me like a chain. Deep down, I understood that this was more than simply a commercial setup. He called for me. Always desired me, he had said. And right now he would have me, totally and fully.

My voice cracking with desperation, I turned to my father. You are incapable of doing this. You cannot only sell me like real estate.

Though his expression softened, my father showed no compassion in his eyes. Isabella, this is how our planet works. Whether you enjoyed it or not, you were always going to be part of it.

The walls of this world I had lived in for years of wanting to flee seemed imprisoned and suffocating. But there was no exit route. Not now. Not with Enzo fixed on me like a predator at last got his victim.

The wedding was a hollow performance more like a death sentence than a celebration, a haze. I couldn't ignore the draw between us, though, even as I stood at the altar and my hand shook in Enzo's'. The gloom that had always been there, waiting to swallow me whole just under the surface.

Enzo bent down as the priest announced us husband and wife, his lips brushing against my ear as he said, "You're mine now, Bella. Remember also not to forget.

Though it shivered down my spine, his words did not inspire terror in me. It was something else. Something more sinister.

Something I had been dodging far too long.

And I knew something that worried me more than anything as I stared up into his eyes.

I wasn’t just his.

I wanted to be.

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36 Chapters
PROLOGUE:BOUND BY DESIRE
Isabella's POV Twenty-two was the night I first met Enzo De Luca; hardly old enough to understand the actual weight of the planet I had been born into. He was only a figure murmured in dark corners, his name passed about like a secret, tinged with dread and longing; he was not meant to be in my life. But my life changed permanently when I saw him—that is, really saw him.And much of what scared me was not him. That was the side of me longing for him.I had come upon him in the most unusual manner. Though there were sections of the home I had been advised to avoid, my father's estate was constantly alive with murmurs of mafia business and violent dealings. I need to have paid attention.But that evening, my curiosity won out. Cigars and costly whiskey hung on the walls, and muted laughing floated over the vast hallways. It was late, far later than I ought to have been prowling about. But something had attracted me to the guest wing I never explored at the rear of the home.I heard it
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INTO THE LION’S DEN
Isabella's POV I used to think of myself as sturdy. Under the weight of my father's business, I had learnt how to keep my head down and avoid difficulty. Nothing could have, nevertheless, suited me for this. FOR he is.Looking at the woman I scarcely knew from the front to rear mirror, The white silk dress hugged me, beautiful lace hanging down my arms. For a Mafia man, the perfect woman is I could not let this lose its irony. No love story like this exists. In a business deal, I was the commodity.My father, Don Carlo Rossi, had seen that I comprehended it.He had stated, just a few days before, "Isabella, you're doing this for the family." His comments had been subdued, as though he were suggesting that I set the table instead than wed a man I had never even met.And now here I was, staring at my reflection trying to calm the panic wriggling at my chest. I drew deeply and pushed myself to be cool and endure tonight. There was no escape path. Not from my end. Not as much now.There
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SHADOWS AND SECRETS
Isabella's POV Not one night since the wedding. Luca Vitale's warning kept repeating in my head, his haughty attitude as he all but assured me that I was next on his kill list. Every time I considered what he said, my heart accelerated. I was caught in a marriage I felt like a perilous game for which I lacked the skills.Still, here I was.I fixed my gaze on my image in the large mirror mounted on the Enzo penthouse room wall. My skin pallid against the silky cloth of my nightgown, dark circles ringed my eyelids. I seemed delicate, as if I may break with one touch. I afford to be delicate, though. not here. Not at the moment.Days had gone since Luca's threat, and the air's tension had only gotten more intense. Enzo and his guys had been busy; the penthouse became an improvised war room, tactics murmured over maps and records I was not allowed to view.Not yet, but I did not live in that world. Deep down, though, I knew it was just a matter of time until it sucked me in totally.My
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THE CHASE BEGINS
Isabella's POV The automobile jolted me into the door with a strong swerve, and the tires screamed under us. As I grabbed the seatbelt across my torso and braced myself, my heart beat in my chest and adrenaline surged through me. The headlights behind us burned more brilliantly, following us over the little, dark alleyways like animals closing in on their prey."Enzo, what's going on?" Though I battled to keep the terror from seeping into my voice, it came out wobbly and terrified.Enzo responded slowly, his attention fixed on the road front. I feared his tightly closed mouth may break. He swirled fiercely around another turn, the vehicle straying under the weight of the speed. The weight of all that had been left unsaid between us was palpably filling the automobile."They have located us," he murmured at last, his voice low and tinged with controlled fury. Vitale's men.I pushed hard, my pulse pounding. From the phone, Luca's voice mocking and arrogant reverberated in my brain remi
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THE DEVIL’S CONTRACT
Enzo’s POV At least, I told myself over the years that my shoulders never actually carried the weight of the world. Strength came easily; control seemed like an old friend I could depend on when all else failed. Still, it was unique in another respect. Something that crept under my notice and bothered me.Sitting on the brink of my king-sized apartment's bed, I watched the whiskey glass in my palm spin with the smallest of finger gestures. Though all I could see in the city below was Isabella's face, the jumble of lights and shadows. My man. My beautiful yet quiet, rebellious wife is shy.I reasoned she would behave like any other woman when I consented to this arrangement. Made sense. Terrorized. Bella showed none of this as a piece in the game of men. She was internally burning, and every time we shared a room, it flashed dangerously. And the flames were starting to make me alive.My phone vibrated on the nightstand, which took me off-target from hers. I looked at the TV. Sofia lef
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TIES THAT BINDS
Isabella’s POVFirst thing I saw when Enzo grabbed my waist and drew me in toward him was the warmth of his hands. We were standing in the shadow of his office, the low light sharply contrasting his face—those blue eyes, that sculpted jawline, the lips much too perfect to let me forget the reasons I disliked him.How my body responded to him disgusted me. My body resisted listening, no matter how many times I told myself that this was all a game to him—a game of power and control."Isabella...!" His voice sounded low, harsh around the margins, as if he were struggling to control something more fundamental. "You cannot keep fleeing this."His breath made me shudder on my neck, and as his hands went up to the small of my back, dragging me flush against him. Unquestionably, the heat radiating from him was the result of the chemistry smoldering between us since the day we met.I said, "I'm not running," but the way my pulse beat told me differently.His grasp tightened, and I felt a spark
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THE WEB TIGHTENS
Isabella’s POV The house remained motionless. Also rather silent. a kind of silence that made my skin get tingly and my ideas fly. Although I should have been happy when Enzo departed hours ago to see Ren, I couldn't shake something eating at me. Perched on the edge of my bed, my hands shivering slightly, I tried to sift the whirl of emotions from our last meeting. Enzo was difficult to read and agitated me nonstop. One minute he was the vicious mafia boss; then he showed these minute weaknesses that left me reeling. But just now I found it difficult to concentrate on it. Not while I was still a prisoner here, a piece in a dangerous game I didn't completely understand. As my fingertips brushed the edge of my phone, I understood I hadn't even tried to call anyone in days. As it happened, nobody was supposed to call. My father had guaranteed me of that when he auctioned me off to Enzo like a piece of real estate. Rising from my seat, I traversed the room trying to release the stiflin
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GLIMPSES OF BETRAYALS
Isabella’s POVThe home seemed to be under nearly intolerable stress, as though the walls were closing in on me. Since I heard Enzo and Sofia talking, hours had gone by and the anxiety that crept into my chest persisted. As I considered it, it became increasingly obvious—I was a liability.Breathing became difficult as Sofia's poisonous words kept playing back in my thoughts. An obligation. She saw me in this manner. Enzo had promised to guard me, but I couldn't help but question the longevity of that pledge.Making my way back to my room, the mansion felt cooler than normal. Every squeak of the floors felt magnified, the quiet stretched unnaturally. Enzo was out, probably managing whatever crisis Ren had produced, but he did not help to calm the anxiety crawling under my skin. I could not sit motionless any more. My next action had to be decided upon.I walked the room considering my alternatives. Though where would I run to? I could try running. I had no money, no allies, and if Sof
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SHIFTING LOYALTIES
Luca’s POVTension was high in the warehouse, an unsaid storm building between Isabella and her father. The location seems sinister with the lengthy shadows the low light creates over the concrete floor. But I knew places like this—cold, hostile, full of secrets. The look on Isabella's face was one I was not used to. Fury, treachery, and something more I cannot quite identify.I watched her; every muscle in my body coiled under stress. She stayed still, gazing her father down with a ferocity I had not seen before. This was another Isabella—the lady who had been my pawn, once terrified but now stood resolutely. And I struggled to determine if I respected her will or worried more about maybe killing her.Marco Russo, her father, stood sloppily, his hands still in his pockets, but he had a menacing shine in his eyes. This was not the dad who had just offered his daughter for sale. This man carried more cards than anyone could have imagined."I will ask you once more.," Isabella spoke wit
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HIDDEN AGENDAS
Isabella’s POVThe house made one feel like a prison. Every stride I made reflected back to me, a reminder that I was imprisoned and that I could not flee the storm building around me. After my meeting with my father and Enzo, I had left the warehouse, but the weight of their words still tormented me.It was all too much: Marco's cryptic warnings, Enzo's icy determination, and the sense that something far more was at work. I became aware for the first time of exactly how little I could influence my life. My father had sold me like a commodity, and Enzo still considered me as part of this complex game of power even if he had an unusual feeling of guardianship over me. I found myself in the midst with no obvious exit.Perched at my room's big window, I saw the city lights flutter far away. From here, the world seemed to be so calm, but I knew otherwise. Underneath the gleaming surface lurked darkness, peril hiding in every shadow.Though I didn't live on this planet, I was somehow being
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