Semua Bab Married Off To The Merciless Mafia King : Bab 231 - Bab 240

The priest’s voice rose for the final prayer, and Matteo gently released me, guiding me closer to the grave. I stepped forward, my legs trembling, and stared down at the casket. My vision blurred with tears, but I could still see it. The stark reality of it.“I’m sorry,” I whispered, the words choking me. My fingers gripped the edge of the rose I held, its thorns biting into my skin—a fitting pain. I deserved it.“I love you,” I said, louder this time, though it felt like shouting into an abyss. The wind carried my words, but I knew they would never reach him. Not now.I let the rose fall, watching as it landed on the smooth wood, its crimson petals stark against the dark rain-soaked surface. My heart twisted as the first shovelful of earth fell, a dull thud that felt like it echoed in my soul.Then, I looked up, and I remembered Mama.“He’s alone.” Salty tears dripped on my lips. “Watch over him, too, okay?”I took my fingers to my head and my chest and drew the cross to my shoulders

RafayelBlood, sweat, and fear were a trifecta I had grown all too familiar with over the years. And the room reeked of it now.When I had my casino designed, it wasn’t for this kind of business. The leather chairs, polished oak desk, and the glittering lights of the slot machines beyond the tinted glass were to depict opulence. Yet here I was, standing before a pathetic excuse for a man strapped to a chair, his head lolling forward like a broken puppet.The idiot who thought he could slither out of my grasp.“You almost sang, Rocky.”I flexed my fingers inside the tight leather gloves, the blade in my hand catching the low, artificial light. It gleamed with the promise of pain, and I knew it wasn’t a question ofifI’d use it.It waswhen.Rocky’s muffled whimpering grated on my nerves, though I hadn’t even touched him yet.“You disappointed me, Rocky. I gave you opportunities, much more than you deserved. And this? You run your mouth to the fucking cops?”He could barely crack his swol

“I love you, Rafa.”He kissed my forehead and relaxed on the seat with his eyes shut. “I know you do.”****We stepped out of the car as we arrived at Timur’s house, and I smiled at the imposing structure before us. Serena invited us for lunch today. Rafayel didn’t say it often, but we both knew how appreciative he was that Timur and his family shuttled between states just to spend time with us. And it was surely a blessing because Serena had fallen madly in love with Nadya.Normally, I stayed home with our daughter, who was a rare moment of peace in the madness of our lives. Marco was more than capable of handling the operations while I focused on what mattered most—our baby girl. But tonight, it was different. I had to be with Rafayel at the meeting with Paragon, and I knew Serena would be happy to take over for a while, giving me the time I needed.I didn’t like leaving Nadya in someone else’s hands, but Serena had always been good with her. She’d always been a mother in her own ri

Book 5 features new characters and storylines, all centered around dark romance and forced marriage to the merciless Mafia.***I was taken by the enemy, kidnapped by a monster.A ruthless Bratva leader, decades older, claims me as his rightful prize.Forced to wear his ring, our sham marriage seals my fate.I’m an innocent, untouched, and now his captive bride.Bound to his will, my freedom is a distant memory.He’s the darkness that haunts my every waking moment.His eyes burn with a passion that scares me, his touch ignites a fire I can’t control.My heart beats with a secret: I’ll never be his.I’m caught in a deadly game, where one wrong move means punishment.My life is now a twisted dance of submission and survival.He says I belong to him, but I refuse to surrender.My heart beats with a secret: I’ll never be his.Can I escape the chains of his possession, or will they forever hold me?chapter 1GiselleDeath never comes when you’re ready for it. It doesn’t knock; it doesn’t w

I tossed my phone on the table. My fingers hovered over the phone still, and my throat tightened as I fought back emotions.“Is everything okay?” Hazel asked, her face marred with concern. “You look really sad right now.”“Yeah.” I tucked my hair behind my ear and lifted my coffee to my mouth. It was lukewarm now, making it taste even creamier. “She’s worried my dad’s business will end up putting me in harm’s way.”She gave me a pitiful look. “Is it always like this with your parents?”I drew in a breath, trying to act as unaffected as possible. “Not always. Mom goes ballistic whenever she finds out Dad came around. She’s been that way since they divorced.”“You can’t blame her, though; she’s only worried because she cares about you.” Hazel stares at me intently. “You’ll be fine. You’re one of the toughest people I know.”“Can you blame me?” I forced a smile that didn’t meet my eyes. “Mobster dads have that effect.”She chuckled. “Tell me about it. When I was younger, I used to think