LOGINMiranda was never meant to be a bride, she was collateral. She was shock to learn that her gambling-addicted father sold her to settle an unforgivable debt, she was just a young woman who is forced into a loveless marriage with an aging Mafia King, Salvatore DeLuca. A man whose power commands fear and whose name ends wars. Trapped inside a gilded prison of wealth, violence, and silence, she learns quickly that obedience is her only survival. But within the shadows of the empire lives his handsome son, the heir. Cold, ruthless, and bound by blood and loyalty, he despises the transaction that bought her life. Anger burns in him every time he sees her wearing his father's name, yet desire follows just as fiercely. What begins as resentment turns into dangerous attraction. Every glance to her is a sin, he knows that. Every stolen moment is treason. Yet Lorenzo couldn't help it. In a world where power decides fate, their forbidden love could either destroy the empire, or set them both free.
View More* Lorenzo *Before I could even open up the topic, my father spoke."But first," Salvatore said slowly, brushing a bit of dust from his coat sleeve, "tell me something." His eyes shifted from the unfinished structure back to me."Why did you transfer thirty million from the De Luca holding account last week?"For a moment, the world seemed to go completely still.It was not the question I had expected. Not Miranda. The money I deposited on Miranda's account for their future. But that did not make it better.If anything, it made it worse. Because my father never asked questions he didn't already know the answer to.I kept my face neutral, even though something cold slid down my spine."It was for a temporary acquisition," I replied calmly. "A land title near the port. The seller demanded immediate payment." Salvatore hummed quietly, his eyes drifting back toward the sea."And yet," he continued, "the land title was never filed under the company."My pulse tightened. Workers nearby shou
* Lorenzo *Miranda watched me carefully after I said those words.She didn't respond immediately, but I could see the thoughts moving behind her eyes. She understood the weight of what I had just admitted without needing further explanation. In this family, survival often demanded blood. And yet both of us already knew that crossing that line would destroy whatever remained of our humanity.I walked closer to her. The morning light spilling through the tall windows softened the tension in her face, but it did nothing to erase the worry that had settled there since yesterday."Did you sleep at all?" I asked quietly."A little," she answered. "After you finally stopped pretending you were sleeping beside me."A faint breath escaped me, almost a humorless laugh. Despite my father being home I would still sneak into her room and sleep beside her."So you noticed.""I always notice," she said softly.For a moment neither of us spoke. Her hand was still resting protectively over her stomac
* Lorenzo *The study remained silent long after the door closed behind Marcial. For a while I didn't move, I was left thinking deeply.I stood there staring at the wood panel of the door, listening to the fading echo of his last words inside my head. "He won't just kill you. He certainly won't spare her."I've never felt afraid in my life, but now I'm afraid of what's going to happen next. Marcial rarely wasted words. When he spoke like that, it meant he had already thought through every possible outcome.My hands slowly unclenched at my sides. Time, I still need more time. He had also given me time, but not out of kindness. Marcial never did anything out of kindness. What he gave was a narrow window before Father's suspicion eventually caught up to the truth.And Father always discovered the truth. Always because he is shrewd. I walked slowly toward the window where Marcial had been standing earlier. From there the estate stretched out beneath the pale morning sun. The gardens were
* Lorenzo *The night after Marcial left the room did not bring peace and sleep to me. Even when Miranda finally rested beside me, exhaustion pulling her under after the storm of emotions she had endured, my mind refused to quiet. I remained awake long after the mansion had gone still, staring into the darkness of the ceiling while Marcial's calm voice replayed again and again in my head.He warned me. If I have to be thoroughly careful, I shouldn't sleep beside her tonight. But I refuse to let her sleep alone.Marcial's actions are not usual, he never warned anyone. That alone meant he had already decided something.The next morning the mansion felt different. It was quiet. Word had already spread among the staff that Marcial would be leaving for Brazil that afternoon to oversee some of the family's operations there. Normally the household would be relieved by his absence. Marcial was respected, but his presence always carried an invisible pressure to everyone.For me, the tension wa












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