LOGINIt was all her fault. My life could have been simple—40-hour shifts at KFC, sneaking extra chicken crumbs, and binge-watching reality shows. But no. Instead, here I was, standing at the altar, saying I do to a man whose idea of “casual” involved drugs, women, and murder on speed dial. Thanks, Mom. Not only did she ruin my life, but she also sold it—traded me off to the deadliest Mafia boss alive, Mario Santiago, as if I were some secondhand couch on clearance. Mario Santiago. Yeah, that Mario Santiago. The Human Terminator. The guy whose enemies mysteriously vanish like my paycheck two days after payday. And now, I was his wife. He glanced at me with a slow, wolfish smile that practically screamed trouble. That was when I knew two things: 1. I was completely doomed. 2. This man was going to wreck my heart (and probably my life). But hey, it could be worse, right? At least I’d get a killer wardrobe out of it. *** Are you looking for romance and humor? Stuck with Mario Santiago is a hilarious, Mafia billionaire romance filled with danger, betrayal, drama, and a love story you won’t forget. Dive in—you won’t regret it (but the characters might).
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Sylvia's POV By 6:45 a.m the next day, I was already up.Diana was still snoring, so I moved quietly, tiptoeing across the room, grabbing the clothes I’d set aside and heading into the bathroom.I showered fast, trying not to overthink. I scrubbed my skin, even shaved. My nerves were starting to creep in now that the whole "starting a job" thing was real.When I stepped out and dried off, I slipped into the black skirt, it was still as short as I remembered. The blouse clung to my chest, but I buttoned it up high enough to feel at least semi-respectable. The blazer helped pull it together, even if the overall vibe was still a little... suggestive.I applied some light makeup, just enough to look fresh and pulled my hair into a neat low bun, and stepped out of the house. The cab smelled faintly of cigarette smoke and something sweet, maybe a leftover pastry or the driver’s cologne. I sat with my hands clutched tightly around the worn handles of my handbag, my resume inside, slightly
Sylvia's POVI sat on the couch, pretending to read while watching Diana and her hookup-turned-boyfriend... Maddox devour each other like they hadn’t just been making out five minutes ago. It was disgusting. They were chewing on each other’s faces, hands everywhere, and just when Diana let out a loud moan, I slammed the book shut with a sharp thud.They jumped.“Get a motel,” I groaned, glaring at them.This had become my daily routine: Diana and Maddox starting in the living room, stumbling into the bedroom without bothering to close the door properly, and then proceeding to fill the entire apartment with their moans and creaking furniture. The beds were already half-broken, and my sanity wasn’t far behind.“Come on, baby, take it, been telling you for weeks now,” Maddox groaned, adjusting his pants. I quickly looked away, not in the mood to see more than I already had. He turned to Diana like I wasn’t sitting right there.Then Diana hit me with the puppy-dog eyes.Maddox had been tr
SYLVIA'S POV I hesitated, heart hammering against my ribs. My hands were cold. I still felt the man from earlier, the one who shoved money up my thigh.I nodded once, gave Trisha a weak smile, and walked toward the stairs.My legs were shaky. Every step made my heels wobble. I passed girls in lace and silk, a few men who tried to grab my hand or whisper something filthy, but I kept my head down.Room 5.I stood in front of it for a long time, contemplating whether to turn back, and get out of here, then lifted my hand and knocked once.No response.I turned the knob, it wasn’t locked.Inside, the room was warm and dim, with low golden lights and a deep red velvet chair in the corner, turned toward the window.“Lock the door,” a voice said. Calm. Clear. Not loud, but commanding enough that I did it without question.I turned the lock, swallowing hard, and turned to face him.He was young.Maybe late twenties, early thirties. Hair swept back neatly, dressed in a dark button-down, sleev






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