Todos los capítulos de THE MAFIA KING'S STOLEN BRIDE : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Prologue "You are mine, Milene," Nicolas drew his finger against my cheek, before his grip covered my throat.I frowned, "I'd never be with the man who kidnapped me on my wedding day and threatened to kill my family." It was futile to resist his strength, but I'd rather die trying.Milene's POV “It’s crazy you’re getting married in three days,” my twin, Michael, teased. “If Mom were here, she’d be going crazy.”I ignored him, and just then, Mom came in. “Daniel just called. He’s coming over to meet your dad and uncle.”“When?” I asked, panicked.“Ten minutes,” Mom replied.“Mom!” I gasped. “I’m not ready!”“You look fine,” Michael teased, messing with his hair on purpose. I glared at him. “Shut up.” I rushed upstairs to get ready.When I looked in the mirror, I cringed. My hair was wild, and I wasn’t dressed for company. I quickly straightened my hair and threw on a short pink dress I’d never worn. It wasn’t my favorite, but it was all I had time for. I quickly applied some makeup,

Milene's POV Micheal opened the black Bentley door for me as we were on our way to the church. I got in, carefully holding the skirt of my dress around me. Micheal closed the door and climbed into the front seat next to the driver, my bodyguard.We drove off, and I felt butterflies in my stomach. In less than an hour, I’d be Daniel’s wife. It still didn’t feel real. Soon, the city buildings turned into fields and trees.Micheal shifted in the front seat and pulled out his gun.“What’s going on?” I asked.Micheal looked back but didn’t look at me. I turned around and saw a car behind us, with two men in it. Micheal pulled out his phone and put it to his ear. Before he could speak, another car pulled up beside us and hit our car. We spun around. I screamed as the seatbelt dug into my skin.“Down!” Micheal shouted. I unbuckled my seatbelt and threw myself forward, covering my head. We crashed into something else before coming to a stop. Micheal shoved open the door and started firing.

Milene's POV I watched Nicolas leave and forced myself to sit up. “Tate,” I whispered.Tate knelt in front of me. “Milli,” he said, using the nickname only my brother called me.I reached for his hand. “Please help me. You were part of the Outfit. You can’t let this happen.”He pulled away, his eyes cold. “I’m part of the Camorra now.”He stood, emotionless. “What will happen to me? What does your Nicolas want with me?” I asked, voice cracking.His eyes softened, and it scared me. “The Outfit attacked us. Nicolas wants revenge.”“But I’m not involved in your business,” I said.“You’re Dante’s niece. Your father and fiancé are high ranking members of the outfit”I looked down at my hands, holding my dress. My knuckles were white. “So, he’s going to hurt me to make them pay?” My voice broke. I tried to stay calm, but I couldn’t.“He didn’t tell me his plan,” he said. “But Nicolas might use you to force your uncle to give up his territory.Uncle Dante would never do that, not even for f

Milene's POV Tate pulled me down the stairs into a dark basement.“Please, Tate,” I begged, trying to break free from his grip.“Quiet,” he growled, not even looking at me as he dragged me down a narrow hallway. He seemed angry.He opened a heavy door and stepped inside with me. My eyes quickly scanned the room. It was a cell.My heart dropped when I saw the dirty mattress on the floor, with red and yellow stains. I realized what was about to happen.I looked up at the camera in the corner. I knew who Tate worked for. He was Nicolas’s enforcer. I had heard about what they did in Vegas. Tate let go of me with a sigh. I stumbled back, almost falling over in my dress. “Will you...?” I started to ask.Tate shook his head. “Nicolas will deal with you.”I froze. “Please, Tate. Don’t let him hurt me. Please.”Tate’s face twisted with something I couldn’t place. I stepped closer, holding his arm. “Tate, please, what can I do to stop him? What does he want from me?”Tate pulled away. “Nicol

NICOLAS'S POV Milene was everything I had imagined, very beautiful, proud, and perfect. She was like the queen in a chess game, important and strong. But she was also spoiled and full of herself. I wanted to break her, to crush the part of her that acted so untouchable. She seemed like an angel, but she wasn’t free. She stayed grounded, like a bird locked in a cage. She didn’t even try to escape, happy to stay in the cage Daniel had made for her. I finished my drink and went to the bar. Jerry poured me another glass without me asking. The women at the other end of the bar stayed far away from me. That was normal. “She’s so pretty,” one of them whispered. She was talking about Milene, the one who had brought her clothes earlier. They weren’t wrong. Milene was beautiful, almost too beautiful. Seeing her lying on that dirty mattress earlier didn’t feel right. She looked too perfect for a place like that. Even someone like me, who had done every bad thing you could think of, fel