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Betrayal

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Sleep doesn't come easily that night. Even after I return to my room, Dante's words echo in my head.

If anything happens to her… I won't forgive myself.

I lie on my back staring at the ceiling, replaying the conversation I overheard in the hallway. Part of me feels guilty for listening. The other part can't stop thinking about what it means.

Dante cares.

That realization should make me feel safer. Instead, it makes me feel exposed. Because in Dante's world, caring about someone is a weaknes
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  • The Mafia Who Bought Me    Elena’s Plan

    I didn’t sleep. Again. It was becoming a pattern now—nights filled with thoughts I couldn’t quiet, questions I couldn’t answer, and a constant feeling that something was moving beneath the surface… waiting. The mansion was silent, but I had learned something important. Silence here didn’t mean peace. It meant something was building. I sat by the window, my knees pulled slightly to my chest, watching the faint glow of the city lights stretch into the distance. Somewhere out there… my father was alone. And in trouble. My chest tightened. The last time I heard his voice replayed in my mind like a warning I couldn’t ignore. They’re watching me. Not Dante. Someone worse. I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers against my temples. What did that even mean? Worse than Dante? I didn’t know

  • The Mafia Who Bought Me     Glimpse of Vulnerability

    After what happened in the hallway, my mind refused to slow down. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the moment again—the guard grabbing me, the cold look in his eyes, the way everything changed in seconds. And Dante. The way he moved. The way the entire room shifted the moment he appeared. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the dim light spilling across the floor from the hallway. The mansion was quieter now, but it wasn’t peaceful. Not really. It felt like the calm after something dangerous, or maybe before. I exhaled slowly, rubbing my wrist where the guard had grabbed me earlier. It still ached faintly. But that wasn’t what was bothering me. It was what Dante said. You didn’t freeze. The way he also gently grabbed my wrist. I didn’t know why that stayed with me. Maybe because part of me expected him to think I was weak. Instead… He looked almost proud. And that confused me more than anything else. I stood up and began pacing slowly across the room. There were t

  • The Mafia Who Bought Me    Confronting Fear

    I couldn’t stop thinking about it no matter where I went, no matter what I tried to focus on, the same thought kept circling in my mind like a warning I couldn’t ignore. There was someone inside the mansion. Watching. Waiting. And I didn’t know who. By evening, the tension had settled deep into my chest unrelenting. Even the air felt different—thicker somehow, like something unseen was pressing down on everything. I stood by the window in my room, staring out at the city lights. From here, everything looked normal. Peaceful, even. But I knew better. Nothing about my life was normal anymore. A soft knock at the door made me stiffen. “Come in,” I said carefully. The door opened, and one of the guards stepped in. Not Luca. Not someone I recognized well. That alone made my stomach twist. “Mr. Moretti wants you downstairs,” he said. My eyes narrowed slightly. “Now?” He nodded once. “Now.” Something about the way he said it… it didn’t sit right. It sounded too f

  • The Mafia Who Bought Me    Threat Within

    Something was wrong. I felt it before I even opened my eyes. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t obvious. It was quiet… too quiet. The kind of silence that pressed against your chest and made breathing feel heavier than it should. I lay still in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening. There was nothing. No distant footsteps. No low murmurs from the guards. No movement in the hallway. Just silence. My fingers tightened slightly against the sheets. This place was never this quiet. I pushed myself up slowly, my heart already beating faster than it should. Maybe I was imagining it. Maybe I was just getting used to Dante’s world and everything felt sharper now. But no…This was different. I could feel it in my bones. I dressed quickly and stepped outside. The moment I did, the feeling intensified. The guards were there, but something about them had changed. They weren’t relaxed—not that they ever really were, but this was different. Their movements were sharper. Their eyes more alert. They w

  • The Mafia Who Bought Me    Rival Moves

    The morning light spilled through the tall windows, painting long shadows across the mansion. I moved carefully through the hallways, my senses on high alert. Every creak, every whisper of the wind felt amplified. I knew now this wasn’t just a home, it was a fortress, and every corner held secrets. My phone buzzed suddenly. I jumped, my heart lurching as I glanced at the screen. It was an unknown number. Hesitation clawed at me, but I answered. “This is Elena Rossi,” I said cautiously. A distorted voice hissed through the line, low and menacing. “You think you’re safe there? Think again. You’re in our city now. Watch your back.” Then the line went dead. My pulse raced, and a shiver ran down my spine. I knew it wasn’t just an empty threat—they were testing Dante, testing me. I shoved the phone into my pocket and found Luca in the kitchen, sipping his espresso. His dark eyes immediately scanned me, reading the tension I couldn’t hide. “Who called?” he asked, calm but edged with c

  • The Mafia Who Bought Me    Whispers of Danger

    The quiet in Dante’s world always meant tension, not peace. I moved through the hallways, my footsteps almost silent against the polished marble floors. The soft hum of the city beyond the walls was drowned by the occasional creak of the old mansion, each sound twisting her stomach into knots. Even after weeks of living here, the sense of danger never left me. I paused outside the study, the heavy door partially ajar. Dante’s silhouette was barely visible through the dim light spilling from inside. He was seated at his desk, shoulders rigid, head bowed over some papers. I had no intention of interrupting him—yet curiosity, that relentless pull, drew me closer. The door creaked slightly as I leaned in, and Dante’s head snapped up. His dark eyes locked onto hers, sharp and unreadable. For a moment, I froze, unsure if I should step back or enter. “You’re lingering,” he said, voice low, almost dangerous. “I… I was just passing,” I stammered, attempting casualness i didn’t feel. My p

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