LOGINWhen 25-year-old Elena Torres loses her parents in a tragic accident, she believes her world has already crumbled. But a shocking revelation turns her grief into something far more dangerous: her father’s debts have sold her into marriage with Nicholas De Luca, the city’s most feared Mafia boss. To Nicholas, Elena is payment for a debt owed. To Elena, he’s a cold and calculating captor. Yet beneath the fear and defiance lies a strange connection neither of them can deny. As their lives intertwine, Elena begins to uncover secrets about her father’s death and Nicholas’s role in her family’s downfall. But Nicholas is not the only threat lurking in the shadows. Rivals, betrayal, and deadly power plays soon make Elena a pawn in a much larger game. As the truth unfolds, Elena is faced with an impossible choice to fight for freedom or risk everything she believed in for the man she had began to fall in love with. How far would you go to uncover the truth? Can Elena escape Nicholas’s obsession or will she lose herself in the process?
View MoreElena’s POVI don’t expect Marco to bring him to me.I had asked him to keep this a secret.The rest house is quiet, tucked away from the chaos of the city, surrounded by nothing but open land and the occasional whisper of the wind through the trees. It was supposed to be a safe space, a place to clear my head, to convince myself that leaving was the right choice.And yet, the moment I see him standing in the doorway, all those carefully constructed walls I built around myself begin to crack.Nicholas.He looks like hell. His sharp suit is wrinkled, his usually perfect hair is disheveled, and dark circles shadow his eyes. He’s always been so put together, so untouchable, but right now, he looks like a man on the edge. A man who hasn’t been sleeping. A man who’s been… suffering.I tell myself not to care. Not to feel.But my breath catches anyway.“Elena.”My name on his lips is hoarse, raw. There’s something almost hesitant in the way he says it, like he isn’t sure I’ll want to hear i
Nicholas’s POVI haven’t slept in days.She had done everything possible to be on my good graces but u didn't care, all I did was vent out my anger on her, I didn't even give her the chance to breath, now she was gone and all I could think of was my heart breaking in piecesThe weight of exhaustion presses against my skull, a relentless drumbeat of fatigue and frustration. The silence of the house is suffocating, the walls closing in on me with every passing hour. My hands tighten into fists as I pace the length of my office, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and regret.She’s gone.No matter how many times I try to push that thought away, it crashes back into me with the force of a wrecking ball. Elena is out there somewhere, hiding, disappearing into the world like a ghost. And I hate it. I fucking hate it.Marco was supposed to find her. He was supposed to bring her back. But it’s been days, and there’s been nothing.No calls. No updates.Nothing.My patience snaps the moment
Elena’s POVI had told myself I wouldn’t look back.Not at the city, not at the past, and especially not at him.But as I stepped out of the car and took in my surroundings, I realized how much I had underestimated the weight of my own emotions.The rest house was tucked away in the countryside, a stark contrast to the chaos I had left behind. It was a secluded sanctuary, surrounded by towering trees that swayed with the whisper of the wind. The air smelled clean, untouched by the scent of smoke, whiskey, or regret. The sky stretched endlessly above me, painted in deep shades of indigo as dusk settled in.For the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe.Marco shut the car door and turned to me, his sharp gaze assessing. “Not bad, huh?”I let out a small breath, nodding. “It’s… quiet.”“That’s the point,” he replied, motioning for me to follow him inside.The inside of the house was warm, but not in a way that felt welcoming, more like a place built for solitude. A hideout, not
Nicholas’s POVI slam the door behind me, breathing hard.My hands are still clenched into fists, my pulse a chaotic mess beneath my skin.That kiss.What the hell was that?I press my fingers against my temples, trying to steady the storm raging inside me. I should have stopped her the second she leaned in. I should have pulled away before our lips even met. But I didn’t.Because for a fleeting, stupid moment, I wanted it.I wanted to feel her again.I curse under my breath and shove a hand through my hair, pacing across my room like a caged animal. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to stay angry, stay distant. I was supposed to punish her for what she did.But every time I try, something holds me back.Her eyes.Her stubbornness.The way she’s been pushing herself, breaking herself, trying so damn hard to prove something to me.And I hate that I care.Hours pass, but sleep doesn’t come.I sit at the edge of my bed, staring at nothing, wrestling with my own pride.Why ca
Elena's Point Of ViewI woke to a blinding throb in my skull, as if a mallet was pounding relentlessly against my temples. Groaning, I pressed my palms to my forehead and struggled to sit up. The room tilted slightly before righting itself, and the events of the previous day came rushing back in a wh
Elena's Point Of ViewThe house was quiet, unnervingly so. Time seemed to crawl as I sat on the edge of my bed, staring out of the window at the expansive estate that now served as my gilded prison. The sun was shining brightly, a stark contrast to the shadow that loomed over my life. "Married to a m
Elena's Point Of ViewThe sharp blare of a car horn cut through the suffocating stillness of my room. I froze mid-motion, clutching the final suitcase that held remnants of my old life. A pang of regret gripped me as my gaze swept over the bedroom I had called my sanctuary for as long as I could re
Elena's Point Of ViewThe sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor was the only thing keeping me tethered to reality. Each step was deliberate, a fragile attempt to hold myself together while the words from earlier that morning looped ominously in my head.“You’re dealing with Nicholas D
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