Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE MAFIA KING’S UNWANTED BRIDE: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The auction room smelled of sweat, fear, and expensive cigars. The air was thick, almost suffocating, and the bright lights overhead made Amara Cole squint against their harsh glare. Her wrists burned where the cold metal cuffs dug into her skin, her legs ached from standing too long, and yet she dared not move.“Item Number 47,” the auctioneer announced, his voice sharp, practiced. “Virgin. Educated. Obedient.”Lies. Every word was a lie.She wasn’t obedient—she was terrified. She wasn’t here because she had chosen to be. She was here because her uncle had gambled away every last naira, including her freedom, to satisfy his own reckless vices. The thought made bile rise in her throat, but she swallowed it back. Crying wouldn’t save her. Screaming wouldn’t save her.The crowd murmured, low and greedy. Rich men in tailored suits, criminals with shadows in their eyes, monsters wearing polished smiles. Some of them leaned closer, inspecting her as if she were nothing more than a collecti

The room was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the soft creak of the floorboards under her tentative steps. Amara pressed her back to the door, eyes scanning every corner of the space. It was beautiful—immaculate, almost unreal—but that beauty offered no comfort. It was a gilded cage, and she was the prisoner.A bed large enough for a king dominated the room, its sheets crisp and cold. A wardrobe, a desk, and a small seating area filled the rest of the space, but all of it felt clinical, untouched, deliberately impersonal. There was no warmth, no softness, nothing to ease the terror clawing at her chest.She sank onto the edge of the bed, hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her mind refused to stop racing, imagining every cruel possibility Leonardo could unleash. What did he want from her? Revenge? Obedience? Or something darker she couldn’t yet understand?A soft knock echoed through the room, making her flinch. The door slid open before she could respond, and

The morning sun had barely risen when Amara was summoned. She dressed carefully, trying to make herself presentable without drawing unnecessary attention. Leonardo had left her with strict instructions: no jewelry, minimal makeup, and posture that conveyed neither weakness nor arrogance. Obedience, he had said, was survival.The drive to the Syndicate headquarters was silent, except for the quiet hum of the SUV. Leonardo didn’t speak. He never had to. His presence alone was enough to remind her of the delicate balance she had to maintain: fear, respect, and absolute vigilance.When the black SUV finally pulled into the Syndicate compound, Amara froze. The building was massive—stone, steel, and glass, fortified like a fortress. Guards patrolled every corner, eyes sharp and unyielding, and cameras tracked her every movement. The place smelled of power and danger, a faint metallic tang hanging in the air.“Stay close,” Leonardo commanded, voice low and cold. His silver eyes scanned the s

The mansion was quiet when Amara woke, but the silence felt heavy, almost suffocating. She dressed quickly, her mind already racing through the day ahead. Leonardo had made it clear: every day was a test, every moment a measure of her obedience and cunning.Breakfast was served silently, and she ate with careful precision, observing the servants and guards as she had been instructed. Every movement, every glance mattered, and Amara had begun to understand that small details could save her—or destroy her.Leonardo appeared without warning, his presence as commanding as ever. “Today, we begin proper instruction,” he said, voice low and deliberate. “You will move through the Syndicate without hesitation, without question. You will observe, you will learn, and you will act only when commanded. Do you understand?”“Yes,” she replied, though a spark of defiance flickered in her chest. She was beginning to understand the rules—but she also knew that blindly obeying wasn’t enough. She needed

Amara didn’t sleep.Even hours after returning to the mansion, her mind replayed the moment Luca Santoro’s eyes locked on her—cold, amused, predatory. There was something different about him. The Syndicate members were dangerous, yes. But Luca was something else entirely.He enjoyed danger.He fed off fear.And he had noticed her far too quickly.Amara lay awake long after midnight, staring at the ceiling, listening to the quiet hum of the security systems in the halls. Leonardo hadn’t spoken to her again after the heated confrontation. He’d simply disappeared into his office and stayed there until the house fell silent.But his words echoed in her mind.You’re too sharp.Too brave.Too dangerous.And men like Luca… they notice.The warning wasn't about obedience. It was about survival.By morning, she dressed slowly, her movements precise. She needed to think clearly, move carefully, watch everyone. She was new, and the Syndicate was a world of wolves. But Luca… Luca was the one wolf