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SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 25
Don Vincenzo MarazonaThe boardroom emptied gradually as the final meeting of the day dragged to its conclusion. Contracts worth hundreds of millions lay signed on the polished mahogany table, awaiting my final execution. Men twice my age had spent three grueling hours arguing over shipping routes, investments, and acquisitions, all while pretending they didn’t live in fear of the reality that every signature ultimately required my approval. By the time the last executive filed out, silence settled heavy across the top floor of Marazona Holdings. The city stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathed in gold and orange beneath the dying sun. I loosened my tie and turned my attention to the reports waiting on my desk. Three financial summaries. Two political updates. One intelligence briefing. A normal day. The office door opened without a knock. Only a handful of people dared. Adriano Matteo stepped inside. I didn’t look up immediately. “Something important?” A lon
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 22
Serafina MarazonaTime lost all meaning inside that sterile white room. It stretched into an endless, suffocating blur, marked only by the arrival and removal of untouched food trays and the growing ache in my muscles from a bed that was never meant for rest. No windows. No clocks. Nothing to anchor me to the outside world except the muffled sounds drifting beyond the heavy metal door—distant footsteps, low voices, the occasional metallic grind of locks. At first, every noise jolted me upright, heart seizing with desperate hope. Vincenzo had found me. His men were coming. The door would burst open any second and this nightmare would end. But it never happened. The hope curdled into something heavier, colder. Cassandra returned at irregular intervals, her presence as calculated as it was unnerving. Sometimes she fired sharp, probing questions meant to peel back my defenses. Other times she simply sat across from me, cigarette smoke curling from her fingers while she studied m
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 21
Serafina MarazonaThe first thing I felt upon regaining consciousness was a sharp, throbbing pain pulsing relentlessly behind my eyes, as though my skull had been cracked open and carelessly stitched back together. Nausea followed swiftly, twisting my stomach into violent knots that made me gag even before I could fully surface from the heavy layers of darkness. I coughed hard, the sound echoing strangely in the sterile space around me, and forced my eyes open. White ceiling. White walls. White floor. A barren, windowless room stripped of any warmth or personality, like a cage designed to break the spirit before the body. For several long, disorienting moments, I simply lay there staring upward, my mind struggling to piece together the fragments— the wrong turn in the taxi, the locked doors, the driver’s cold eyes in the mirror—until panic slammed into me like a tidal wave.I sat up too quickly, the room spinning wildly around me as my vision blurred with dizzying streaks of white.
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 20
Serafina MarazonaThe first thing I did after returning to our suite was collapse into sleep—not because I wanted rest, but because my body finally surrendered after nearly twenty hours of poring over endless files, reports, security briefings, financial records, family histories, and blood-soaked secrets that painted a far darker picture of the Marazona empire than I had ever imagined. By the time my head touched the pillow, exhaustion pulled me under like a riptide, swift and unforgiving.When I woke again, the room was empty and the sunlight had shifted across the lavish furnishings, casting long golden shadows. The clock on the nightstand told me I had slept through most of the afternoon. For several long moments, I lay there staring at the ornate ceiling, the silence pressing in around me like a living thing. The Marazona estate itself never truly slept—somewhere beyond these thick walls, guards rotated in silent shifts, meetings unfolded with ruthless precision, phones rang wit
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 019
Don Vincenzo Marazona"You want to be my equal?""Yes. I want to."I stared at her for several long seconds, letting the silence stretch between us, before leaning back in my chair with deliberate calm. "That's impossible, bunny." The answer came easily, not because I wished to insult her, but because it was simply the truth. "No one can be my equal."Her eyebrows drew together at once, but I continued before she could cut in. "Not my captains. Not my council. Not my brother. Not even my father was my equal."The room fell into a heavy hush. Morning light streamed through the windows, casting long, slanted shadows across the wide desk that separated us. I watched her closely, studying every shift in her expression. Most people would have faltered under that weight. Most would have lowered their gaze and backed away. Serafina did not.Instead, she lifted her chin with quiet defiance. "Then I'll be above you."For a moment I could only stare. Then a low, dark chuckle escaped me—the firs
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 018
Serafina MarazonaBy the time I finished the final file, dawn had already arrived.The office looked different in the morning.The shadows that had swallowed the room during the night had retreated, replaced by pale gray sunlight filtering through the enormous windows overlooking the estate grounds. Stacks of folders covered nearly every available surface. Reports. Financial records. Security briefings. Family histories. Business acquisitions. Political connections. Assassinations disguised as accidents. Alliances sealed with marriages and broken with funerals.At some point during the night, I had stopped seeing individual documents and started seeing an entire empire.My eyes burned. My neck ached. My back felt stiff from spending so many hours in the same chair. I had gone through four cups of coffee and more pages than I thought any human being should ever be forced to read.The worst part was that Vincenzo had not forgotten about me for a single second.Every time my head dipped.
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 016
Don Vincenzo MarazonaA sharp cough tore from my chest, forcing me to grip the edge of the desk until my knuckles cracked. I pressed the handkerchief to my mouth, and when I pulled it away, the fresh red stain mocked me under the low light. Blood. Always that metallic fucking reminder that my body
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 015
Serafina De LucaThe morning light filtered softly through the heavy curtains, but I couldn’t bring myself to move.I stayed curled up on my side of the massive bed, the silk sheets tangled around my naked body, my thighs still sticky with the evidence of last night. Every time I shifted even sligh
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 014
Adriano Matteo My name is Adriano Matteo, and I was forged in the filth of Naples’ slums — the kind of place where dreams go to die screaming. No father to teach me right from wrong. A mother who sold her body for heroin and eventually sold her soul along with it. By the time I turned fourteen, I w
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series] 012
Don Vincenzo MarazonaDinner finally ended, but the tension in the room still felt like a loaded gun.Serafina had been drinking quietly for the last hour. Not enough to embarrass herself, but enough that her cheeks were flushed a pretty pink and her eyes had gone soft and glassy. Every time she li
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