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123: Filled with Hope for the Future
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The Mafia's Stolen Bride 1. You'll Be Mine
"Hello, Madeline," he greeted in a deep, smooth voice that held a captivating allure, capable of sending shivers down the spine of any woman. However, I didn't belong to the type of women who fell for such refined charms. In the ruthless world of the mafia, the alluring demeanor of a handsome man had no place. With his hands casually resting in his pockets, he strolled with an air of nonchalant indifference. That infuriating grin adorned his face, showcasing a set of flawlessly white teeth. It was a boyish charm seemingly designed to dismantle my defenses. Faced with this precarious situation, I had only one option: a move I had been trained for since stepping into this unforgiving world. Swiftly, I propelled myself away from the door, aiming my gun at his temple. "Stop right there, you despicable bastard. It's over," I declared. He chuckled genuinely, acknowledging my stance with a respectful nod. "I don't think so. In fact, it seems you find yourself in quite a predicament." He
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 2. Handsome Stranger
I recollected the events of that day prior to the intrusion of the stranger into my residence. I was en route to the church for my wedding ceremony. "You look absolutely stunning, though that scowl on your face is quite intense," Dana remarked. I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, feeling a strong dislike for the dress, the meticulously styled hair, and the imminent marriage that awaited me in less than an hour. "I feel utterly miserable. This is exactly what my father has always envisioned for his little princess," I grumbled. Dana rolled her eyes, walked over to the small vanity, and took hold of my champagne glass. "I think you need this. Maybe I should order another bottle." I wrestled the crystal stem from her grip, tilted it back, and nearly drained the glass. "You mean because I'm being coerced into an arranged marriage?" I replied with a touch of sarcasm. Dana remained oblivious to the world my family was entrenched in. She was my American friend, unaware
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 3: Taken Captive
"I'll save you from an awful marriage and assist you in destroying the man you so clearly despise, but in return, you will be mine in every way." I was not shocked by his audacious words; rather, I was appalled and disgusted. "You must be kidding." "Not in the slightest. Rest assured, what you would go through with Ernesto... let's just say, being seen in public would become quite challenging." "You're unbelievable." "And I possess the key to your freedom," he declared firmly, his gaze unwavering, never blinking. I contemplated his proposition. What I knew for certain was that there was no way I could go through with marrying Ernesto. He was right; the mere thought made me cringe in disgust. Perhaps if I played along, pretended to cooperate with this man's absurdity, it might buy me some time, unless I could find a way to escape. I weighed the different scenarios, attempting to rationalize them in my mind. I was a fighter, and I had to take a stand, even though fear trembled thr
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 4. Dangerous Man
"I couldn't care less about my needs, as if you have any concern for them!" I swiped at his hands, determined not to reveal my fear. He chuckled, a seductive sound that seemed inappropriate coming from someone so obviously dangerous. "I don't believe we need to resort to insults, do we?" The audacity of this person was truly astonishing. I adjusted myself to sit upright, cradling my throbbing head. "What have you done? Why? Money? Power over my father? What?" "All your questions will be answered in due time." He moved towards the foot of the bed. "Fine. Perhaps you don't truly understand who I am or the influence of my family. Borgata." I emphasized the last word, spitting it out with disdain. He took a deep breath, his gaze intense. "Madeline Alessandro, daughter of Antonio Alessandro, a well-known winemaker. On paper and to the unaware authorities, that's who you are. But the truth is, your family holds significant power in the Italian mafia, strategically aligned with the form
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 5. Mafia Kingpin's Son
[Warning: R18+] Every instinct of self-preservation surged within me. I lunged at him, scratching his face and delivering several punches to his kidneys. He was a strong and formidable figure, far from the attractive person I had initially thought he was. He belonged to a secretive organization and had a captivating presence that demanded respect. With a threatening growl, he forcefully pushed me onto the bed, using his weight to pin me down. He effortlessly grabbed both my wrists and held them above my head. I couldn't escape his overpowering strength; I was completely at his mercy. "That was not kind, Madeline, and you will face severe consequences for it. I will give you a taste of what awaits you," he stated firmly. He shifted, flipping me over and pulling at my shorts. "What do you think you're doing?" I struggled, trying to free myself from his grip. "I'm giving you what you deserve, princess. A firm spanking." "Are you insane? I have never been disciplined before. How dare
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 6. Another turf war?
Three days prior... At the young age of eleven, I was thrust into the secretive world of organized crime, a dark and treacherous path that would shape my life into something unrecognizable compared to the innocence of my youth. The memories of my initiation into this sinister realm lingered in the recesses of my mind, a disquieting ritual that unfolded when I was only twelve years old. By the time I turned eighteen, I had become a harbinger of destruction, ruthlessly shattering a man's spirit and body with calculated precision as I climbed the ranks of the merciless criminal underworld. At nineteen, I solemnly embraced the realm of murder, extinguishing the life of a treacherous enemy—an initiation that marked my passage into a world of darkness. Yet, it was at the age of twenty-five that time seemed to freeze, crystallized by the cold-blooded murder of my mother—a haunting reminder of the malevolence hidden within, poised to steal one's soul. Pushing aside the ominous thoughts that
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 7. Over my dead body
My father nodded, his hand shaking as he attempted to take another sip. "Marcos and Sam. Two of my best men." "And they were protecting you?" He looked at me cautiously. "Just like they always do." "Who is responsible?" Ricardo took his time refilling his drink, visibly disturbed by the attack. "It's believed to be Massimo's men." I felt compelled to reconsider everything I had learned over the years, things I would rather not remember. This news could have disastrous consequences. "Are you referring to the Massimo family from Italy? You can't be serious." The Massimo family held significant influence in Italy, much like the Bratvas in Russia. While they were considered extremists who favored traditional methods, they also upheld their sense of honor. Invading America and overthrowing the existing authority was not their style. Killing two of my father's men was either an act of revenge or a prelude to war. Either way, the danger had just escalated. I was furious at the thought,
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 8. War just began
"Kelan, please focus here!" "May I have a photo with you?" "Great actor. Great actor." The sounds of excitement reverberated, with fans lining the red carpet, eagerly reaching out for a moment with me. The nickname had stuck after a particularly intense romantic scene in my debut film. I stood casually, hands in my pockets, a smile on my face, shielding my eyes behind sunglasses. The premiere of my latest action-adventure film was poised to dominate the box office. A friend in the police force, a devoted fan of mine, had shared details about the murder. While I suspected that the detective's loyalty was influenced by my father's connections, our conversations had never crossed inappropriate boundaries. Over drinks at a strip club, Shane had provided some basic information: a quick hit, shots fired from a black Cadillac through an open window. The perpetrators lacked courage. Instead of reveling in champagne, I found myself consumed by self-pity and anger. Although I had once idoli
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