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The Mafia Who Bought Me A Queen's Lesson
Isabella POV Konstantin knocked once and came in without waiting for an answer. "You didn't sleep." "I didn't need to. I needed to think." "About the banquet," he said. I looked up at him. "How do you already know about the banquet?" “You've been in this room since four in the morning. I didn't need a report. I just needed to see your face.” He crossed the room and took the chair across from my desk. "Tell me." “She took me apart. Calmly. Without raising her voice once.” I said it as plainly as I would report a loss on a balance sheet. “I've had Board members twice her age who couldn't manage that.” “So she's good.” Konstantin leaned back in his chair. “She’s better than good.” I stood and crossed to the window. “She's starting to believe it, which is worse. A frightened girl makes mistakes. A confident one doesn't. I built my entire approach around the assumption that she was still the first kind.” “You could stop approaching her altogether,” Konstantin said.
The Mafia Who Bought Me The Window
Dante POV The office at the east warehouse smelled like diesel and cold coffee, which was about right for how the week had been going. The Board's clock was running in the background of everything I did now. A dead article was still circulating that I couldn't unprint, and now a shipment discrepancy had taken three men most of the afternoon to untangle. I had come down personally because the numbers hadn't made sense on paper, and numbers that don't make sense usually mean someone's been helping themselves to more than their cut. I was going through the ledgers when Luca knocked. "Gomez is here," he said. "Send him in." He walked in a minute later with two men behind him. Luca took his place by the door. I stayed behind the desk. "Dante." Gomez spread his hands like we were old friends. "Thanks for making time." "You're twelve minutes late." I nodded toward the chair across from me. "I don't like people wasting my time. Sit." He sat, leaving his men standing behind him. "I'
The Mafia Who Bought Me Queens at War
Elena POV I thought we were done for the night. I should have known better. The party had started to thin, the kind of late hour where the real conversations were already over and everyone left was just finishing drinks they didn't need. I found Dante by the terrace doors, deep in something with Adrian that looked more like posturing than actual business, and caught his eye long enough to mouth that I needed a minute. He nodded, distracted, already turning back to whatever Adrian was saying. I headed for the coat check alone, grateful for a reason to leave the noise behind for a few minutes. My feet hurt, and honestly, so did my face from holding the same composed expression for three hours straight. I wanted my coat, the car, and twenty minutes of silence before I had to be anyone's queen again tonight. Isabella found me halfway to the coat check. "Walking away doesn't win you the room," she said, falling into step beside me. "I wasn't trying to win a room. I was tr
The Mafia Who Bought Me On Paper
Elena POV The gathering was supposed to be a show of unity. Dante's idea, another public appearance to prove the family wasn't splitting down the middle the way everyone suspected. I wore navy, something quiet, and stayed near the back while men twice my age traded handshakes and called it conversation. "You're cataloging the exits again," Dante said, appearing beside me with two glasses. He handed me one. "Old habit," I said. "A useful one." He glanced around the room. "This should be easy tonight. No vote, no clock running in the background. Just people pretending to like each other over appetizers." "You say that like it isn't exhausting." "It is exhausting," he admitted. "But it's the kind where nobody's trying to kill us. I'll take it." I almost believed him. I got about twenty minutes before the noise near the door changed. Isabella stopped a few steps inside the entrance, and she didn't look around for anyone. Within seconds, conversations near the front started dying d
The Mafia Who Bought Me The truth Hurts
Elena POV "What aren't you telling me?" The question hung between us. Dante didn't answer right away, and I'd gotten good enough at reading his silences to know this one had something behind it he didn't want to say. “Show me the photographs,” I said. "You already know what's in them." "I know what you told me they showed. I want to see them myself." I crossed my arms, holding my ground even though part of me wanted to close the distance instead. "You've been carrying something around this house for five days, Dante, and I'm done guessing at it from across a dinner table.” He was quiet for another moment before crossing to the desk. He unlocked the bottom drawer and pulled out a slim folder I'd never seen before. He brought it back and set it on the bed between us without opening it. I opened it myself. Two photographs. One showed me at the café with Dean, his hand near mine on the table. The other had been taken at the harbor weeks later, when we'd been sitting further apa
The Mafia Who Bought Me Poisoned Thoughts
Dante POV I told myself the meeting hadn't changed anything. I believed it when I walked out of the restaurant, convinced I had given Isabella nothing useful to work with. She'd shown me the photographs and gotten a shrug. She'd reached for me and gotten a wall. By every measure I understood, I'd walked away from that hour cleanly. The first two days seemed to prove me right. I handled business as usual, briefed Luca on everything she had said, and moved forward like a man who'd closed a door instead of leaving one cracked. I told Elena about the meeting that same night and gave her the honest version—the photographs, the attempt to get under my skin, the failed touch, all of it. She'd asked a few sharp questions, listened to my answers, and seemed satisfied that I'd handled the situation exactly as I'd told her I had. It was the third day when I realized something had shifted. Not with Elena. With me. I started replaying Isabella's exact words instead of remembering the meetin
The Mafia Who Bought Me Sold
The room felt suffocating as I followed Dante out of the auction hall. Every step I took made my chest tighten, every echo of my heels against the floor reminded me constantly that I had no real choice anymore. My mind was a mess of questions, panic, and a deep, heavy fear. Why me? Why him of all pe
The Mafia Who Bought Me The Highest Bidder
The room fell into an almost unbearable silence after my name was announced. Every eye turned toward me at once, and I could feel the weight of their attention pressing down like something physical. The lights above me felt hotter now, the air thicker. My chest tightened, my palms were slick with sw
The Mafia Who Bought Me The Auction
The room smelled faintly of expensive perfume and polished leather, a mix that should have felt luxurious but only made my stomach twist tighter. My heels clicked painfully against the marble floor, each step echoing in the vast, high-ceilinged room. I tried to keep my head down, to disappear into m
The Mafia Who Bought Me Taken
"No! I won't go!" I shouted, my voice cracking. My hands flailed as I tried to push the men back, but their grips were iron. Fear surged through me like fire, every instinct screaming to run, to fight, to disappear. "Elena… please! Listen to me!" my father's voice broke through the storm in my che
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