Войти"I raised you to be my daughter," he said. "But I raised him to be your husband." I was twelve when my biological father was murdered. I was twenty-three when my adoptive father sold me to the enemy to settle a debt. Alessandro Romano was not supposed to be my husband. He was supposed to be the monster under my bed. The cold-eyed mafia heir who watched me from the shadows for years. On our wedding night, he didn’t force me. He handed me a loaded gun. "Shoot me, Giselle. End it now. Or put the gun down and accept that you are mine." I didn't shoot. I let him touch me. I let him make me scream. I let him drag me into his dark world until I couldn't tell where the cage ended and his arms began. But secrets in the mafia don't stay buried. I thought the worst thing Alessandro could do was break my heart. I was wrong. The worst thing he did was kill the only man who ever truly loved me….my biological father….eleven years ago. Shattered by the truth, I ran. I thought I had escaped the monster. But two pink lines on a plastic stick changed everything. I am carrying his heir. And now I’m trapped in a house with a stepbrother whose love is sickness, a mother who rose from the grave to destroy me, and a husband who will burn the world to ash to find us. He thinks I ran to get away. He doesn't know I ran to save our baby from its father.
Узнайте большеTHE GUN~GISELLE~"We fulfill the contract."The words filled the space like fog, making it hard to breathe. Alessandro stood over me, big and strong, with rough, brown skin and scary muscles.He was shirtless, his chest heaving slightly, the dark ink of a tattoo…a skeletal hand crushing a rose….spread out on his left chest, right over his heart.I pressed myself deeper into the headboard, my legs tangling in the endless layers of my ruined wedding dress. "No," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Alessandro, please. You don't have to do this. You have the money. You have the territory. Just... just let me sleep in the guest room."He ignored me. He pushed off the bed, standing to his full, charging height. He turned his back to me and walked to the heavy oak doors we had just entered.Click.He turned the lock.Then he threw the deadbolt. Thud.The sound echoed in the silent room like a gunshot. It was the sound of a cage closing."The guest room is for guests," he said, not turning ar
THE FORTRESS~GISELLE POV~The drive took an hour. An hour of silence so deep it felt like it was crushing my lungs.We left the chaos of Manhattan behind, crossing the bridge toward Long Island. As the skyline faded into the distance, so did my hope.The city was full of witnesses, police, noise. Here, the trees grew thicker, the roads narrower, and the quietness deeper.I didn't look at Alessandro. I stared out the tinted window, watching the landscape shift from suburbs to dense, private woodlands."We are here," he announced. It was the first thing he’d said in forty minutes.The SUV slowed, turning off the main road onto an unmarked paved driveway. We approached a gate that looked less like a residential gate and more like the perimeter of a black-site military base. Twelve feet of black steel, topped with razor wire and cameras that swiveled to track our approach.The gate didn't just open; It pulled back with a loud, heavy noise.As we rolled through, I saw the guards. Men in
THE ACCUSATION~GISELLE POV~The sound of the world ending vanished the moment the heavy door slammed shut.One moment, I was surrounded by loud fire, cries for help, and the sound of sirens. The next moment, it was completely silent. The armored SUV felt like a strong safe space. The glass was very thick and dark, making the fire outside look like a faraway sunset. But I knew what it really was. I knew who was trapped in that twisted metal.‘Papa. Isabella.’The shock that had momentarily paralyzed me shattered. In its place, a red-hot wave of fury exploded, violent and uncontrollable.I pounced.I didn't think about his size. I didn't think about his reputation or the fact that he was built like a tank and I was wearing twenty pounds of lace. I just wanted to hurt him. I wanted to tear that mask of boredom off his face."You bastard!" I shrieked, swinging my hand toward his face.I wanted to claw his eyes out. I wanted to make him bleed the way my family was bleeding.He caught my
THE VOWS & THE BOOM~GISELLE POV~The sunlight outside the cathedral was violent.After the dark, heavy sadness of the monastery, the bright midday sun felt like a harsh light, revealing everything.The sudden brightness made my eyes water, or maybe that was just the delayed reaction to selling my soul five minutes ago.I gripped Alessandro’s arm. I had to. If I let go, I was pretty sure my legs would buckle under the weight of the silk, the lace, and the crushing realization that I was now ‘Giselle Romano.’"Walk," Alessandro commanded under his breath. He didn't look at me. He was looking around carefully, his eyes moving quickly like a hunter ready for a fight."Chin up. Don't look like a victim. It insults me."I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced my chin high. "I'm not a victim," I hissed back, leaning into him not for comfort, but for balance. "I'm a survivor. There's a difference."His grip on my arm tightened, just a bit. "We will see."We came down the stone steps of


















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