LOGINArabelle Moretti never imagined her forbidden love affair with Lucia Romano—daughter of her family's greatest enemy—would cost her everything. But when her father discovers the truth, his punishment is swift: a forced marriage to Dante Valerio, a ruthless mafia don with a haunted past and secrets that could destroy them all. Trapped by a contract that binds her for life, Arabelle enters Dante's world as a prisoner in a wedding dress. She expects cruelty. Instead, she finds restraint, protection, and a slow-burning attraction she can't resist. But when her father dies under suspicious circumstances and Lucia returns with devastating confessions, Arabelle's carefully controlled life explodes. Torn between the woman who first captured her heart and the husband who now owns it, Arabelle uncovers a conspiracy that shatters everything she believed about loyalty, family, and love. As three mafia empires descend into war, she must make an impossible choice—one that will either save her or destroy everyone she's ever loved. In a world where love is the deadliest weapon, Arabelle will learn that some bonds can never be broken—only bled for.
View More"Are you just going to sit there and watch her go without doing anything?" Clara snapped, pacing the length of Dante's office.Dante poured another drink, his hand steadier than it should be. "What do you expect me to do, Clara?""Go after her! Apologize. Make her understand—""Make her understand what?" His laugh was hollow. "That I lied to her from the beginning? That our entire marriage was built on a foundation I knew was rotten?" He downed the whiskey in one gulp, welcoming the burn. "She's right to leave.""That doesn't make any sense—""Enough." Massimo's voice cut through their argument. "This isn't what we should be focusing on right now. What matters is who planted that envelope in Arabelle's nightgown.""That's easy," Dante said, his eyes fixed on the door as if Arabelle might walk back through it any moment. "Maria."Clara stopped pacing. "How would you know?""I caught her on a suspicious phone call about two weeks ago," Massimo explained. "She was whispering, looking ove
The rain had started by the time Arabelle pulled up to Lucia's apartment building. She sat in the car for a moment, her hands gripping the steering wheel, trying to steady her breathing. The suitcase in the passenger seat felt like evidence of her shattered life—hastily packed, running away from everything she thought she knew.She grabbed it and ran through the rain to the entrance, her clothes soaked by the time she reached Lucia's floor. Standing outside the familiar door, Arabelle hesitated.What was she doing here?But the alternative—going back to Dante, to that house full of lies—was impossible.She knocked.The door opened, but instead of Lucia's warm brown eyes, she was met with Nora's suspicious gaze."You've got to be kidding me," Nora said."Hi…I—I'm looking for Lucia," Arabelle stammered. "Is she here?""No." The answer came fast, defensive. "She's not here.""Please, I just need to talk to her—""I don't think she wants to talk to you." Nora moved to close the door. "You
"Did you hear that? It's coming from your room, Dante." Massimo said in the middle of the discussion."Arabelle!" Dante realized and rushed out of the room with full speed.Massimo and Clara were right behind him as he took the stairs three at a time, his heart pounding with dread. That scream—the raw pain in Arabelle's voice—meant something terrible had happened.He burst through the bedroom door to find his wife standing in the middle of the room, still wrapped in a towel, her wet hair dripping onto the carpet. Her face was streaked with tears, her eyes red-rimmed and hollow. In her trembling hands, she clutched a manila envelope and what looked like old, yellowed documents."Arabelle, what happened?" Dante moved toward her instinctively."Don't." She held up one hand, stopping him. Her voice was flat, empty. "Don't come any closer.""What's wrong? What is that?"She laughed—a broken, bitter sound that made his chest tighten. "This? This is the truth. The truth you've been hiding fr
"You have just forty-eight hours to plant the envelope in her clothes." Lorenzo's voice was deep and threatening from the other end."W…what? I can't possibly do that." Maria whispered into the phone while looking back, making sure no one was seeing her."You can possibly do that, Maria. I don't have time on my side anymore. I'm tired of hiding. You have to do this or your daughter's life will be in danger.""No, no…. I'll do it. Just… just give me time to…""The time is now. Don't push me, young lady. I'll expect your call in two days' time." He said and hung up."Fuck you, Lorenzo." She whispered, her hands trembling as she lowered the phone."Maria…" someone called from behind which caught her off guard, making her tense.She turned back and saw Massimo standing by the doorframe, his expression unreadable in the dim hallway light."Who were you talking to?""No… I wasn't talking to anyone." She rushed her words and made her way to the door to leave, but Massimo grabbed her by her a
"This came for you, ma'am. Hand-delivered. The messenger wouldn't say who sent it."Maria set the breakfast on the table beside Arabelle with a sealed envelope.The envelope was cream-colored, expensive paper, with Arabelle's name written in familiar handwriting that made her stomach drop.*Lucia.*
The gym was upscale—the kind of place where business deals happened between sets and networking was as important as the workout. Arabelle and Clara entered in matching athletic wear, looking like any other wealthy women starting their day."There," Clara murmured, nodding toward the free weights se
Dante's phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand, pulling both of them from rest. Arabelle groaned, burying her face in his chest as he reached for it."This better be important," Dante answered, voice rough with sleep."It's the warehouse on Fifth Street," Massimo's voice was tight. "It's on fir
The adrenaline from killing the Wolf hadn't fully worn off yet.Arabelle stood in the bathroom, hands braced on the marble sink, staring at her reflection. Her hair was still pulled back tight from the mission. A smudge of dirt marked her cheek. Her eyes were bright, alert, alive.She'd killed a ma






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