All Chapters of One Year with the Mafia Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

CHAPTER 1: HIS HELP, HIS TERMS

IsayannaI bite my lower lip until it stings, staring at the high-resolution photo of Jaydon Alexander Grey on my laptop screen. He looks perfect. Cold. Untouchable. I let out a jagged breath and spin my chair away from the desk, my tiny office suddenly feeling like a cage. Julie’s voice echoes in my head, raw and suggestive. "Men like Jaydon don’t give charity, Isayanna. They make trades. If you want that money for your grandma, stop acting like his assistant and start acting like his weakness. Find out what he wants in the dark, and give it to him."The thought makes my palms slick with sweat. Just thinking about asking him for help—or offering 'that' kind of trade—makes my heart hammer against my ribs. Jaydon isn't the type to offer a helping hand. He’s the type to freeze the blood in your veins with a single look. I can still feel the burn in my chest from yesterday when he snapped at me for being clumsy. My cheeks flush at the memory of his eyes tracking me as I scrambled on t

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CHAPTER 2: A YEAR, NO MORE

JaydonThe silence in the room was a heavy, physical thing, but I was used to it. Silence had been my only constant for two years.Two years since the fire and the blood. Two years since I lost Hera and the tiny life she was carrying. I could still taste the ash in the back of my throat if I thought about it too long. I’d traded the Mafia throne for a corporate glass cage, trying to scrub the scent of the family business off my skin, but the hollow ache remained.My mother’s voice rang in my head, a relentless, polished blade. 'You need a wife, Jaydon. You need an heir.'She didn't realize I was already dead inside. Love wasn't a luxury I could afford twice. It was a trap, a blood-soaked promise that ended in a cemetery.I looked at the woman sitting across from me. Isayanna.She was a mess. A beautiful, high-definition mess. Her long black hair was slightly disheveled, and her eyes—a startling, clear blue—were rimmed with red. She was vibrating with a nervous energy that made her fin

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CHAPTER 3: A LEAP OF FAITH

IsayannaThe silence in the office was suffocating. I stared at the manila folder on my desk, the edges blurred by the tears I’d been fighting for hours. It was untouched. Five hours of spiraling, of grieving for a life that was falling apart before it even started, and I hadn't moved a single paper.Grandma didn’t have time for my breakdown. Her heart was failing, and the hospital bills were a mountain I couldn't climb. I was twenty-four, a virgin who got tongue-tied if a man so much as looked at me, and now I was staring down the barrel of a choice that felt like a deal with the devil.Either I sold myself to my boss for a year, or I let George turn me into his "sidekick" for life. George, with his wandering hands and oily smile.The intercom buzzed, a sharp, violent sound that made me jump so hard my knee cracked against the desk. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. This was it. Jaydon was going to fire me. He’d finally realized his assistant was a useless, sobbi

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CHAPTER 4: MEMORIES AND REGRETS

JaydonThe club was a sensory assault. The bass didn’t just play, it vibrated through the floor and settled deep in my marrow, a rhythmic thumping that felt too much like a heartbeat. My eyes stung as the strobe lights sliced the darkness into jagged pieces.I hadn't stepped foot in this place since before Hera.Back then, the air smelled like expensive gin and ambition. This was where we toasted to the family business and signed contracts that moved millions. Now, the scent just felt like rot. Every corner held a ghost. I could almost see her standing by the bar, her nose wrinkled in that way she did when she smelled the cigarette smoke I tried to hide. She hated this world. She hated the blood on the money that paid for her life. I sucked in a breath of recycled air and forced my legs to move. I wasn't here for ghosts.Hera was gone. The baby was gone. All I had left was a mother who wouldn't stop screaming for a wedding and a hollow chest that refused to heal. Isayanna’s face fla

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CHAPTER 5: AN OFFER TOO WILD TO IGNORE

Isayanna My stomach dropped into my heels the second I recognized the man holding my shoulders. The air between us was suddenly electric, thick with the scent of his expensive cologne and the smell of the club's artificial fog. I pulled back, looking at anything but him. The guilt from earlier today felt like a physical weight, pressing down on my chest. I had run out of his office like a coward, and now I was literally falling into his arms in a den of strobe lights and bad decisions.Jaydon looked lethal. His jaw was set, his knuckles white as he released my arms."Isayanna," he said, his voice a low vibration that I felt in my bones more than I heard over the music. "What are you doing here?"I swallowed. The lump in my throat felt like a stone. I tried to nod, to act like a normal person, but my heart was drumming a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I looked past him, scanning the VIP tables for Julie. I’d left her to use the bathroom, my head spinning with thoughts of his contrac

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CHAPTER 6: SIGN HERE, CHANGE EVERYTHING

JaydonThe elevator doors hissed open. I stepped out, the polished marble floor clicking under my boots as I headed for my sanctuary. The glass and steel of my office usually felt like a cage, but today, there was a different kind of heat in my chest. I needed a fix. My mother’s nagging, the endless line of socialites trying to claw their way into my bed, the suffocating memory of Hera. I needed a shield. And Isayanna was the only one who didn't look at me like I was a paycheck or a conquest. She was reliable. She was quiet. And after seeing her at the club last night, seeing that raw vulnerability in those blue eyes, I couldn't stop thinking about her. I sat in my leather chair, the scent of expensive hide and stale coffee clinging to the air. I didn't want a church girl or a dating app disaster. I wanted someone I already knew. Someone I could control.I hit the intercom. "Swing by my office," I said. I didn't wait for her to agree. I never did.I leaned back, my pulse thrumming

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CHAPTER 7: A LINE I CAN’T UNCROSS

IsayannaThe gravel crunched under my boots as I shoved the cab door shut. I didn’t look back. I didn't care about the meter running. My pulse was a frantic hammer against my ribs, echoing the desperation that had been clawing at my throat for weeks. Inside, the house was too quiet. Usually, the TV hummed with some old black-and-white rerun, but today the air felt heavy and stagnant. Then I heard it. A thin, jagged whimper from the back bedroom.I didn't breathe until I pushed her door open. Grandma was a small, broken knot under the blankets. The breakfast tray I’d left her was cold and untouched, the toast staring back at me like a failure. She looked gray. The kind of gray that happens when the body starts giving up because the pain is too loud to ignore."Isayanna?"Her voice was a thread, barely holding on. I sank onto the edge of the mattress, the springs groaning. My hand trembled as I smoothed the hair back from her damp forehead. She smelled like peppermint and sickness. "

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CHAPTER 8: A ROLE TO FILL

JaydonI lean my head against the leather headrest in the back of the Mercedes. The city lights smear past the window. My phone feels heavy in my hand.My thumb hovers over a picture of Isayanna Romero.My former assistant.Now my fake wife.A sigh slips out. Relief? Maybe. Or something else I don’t want to name. But I got this part right. She is perfect for the role.Her clothes are plain. Boring, even. That’s why she’s still single, probably. Her wardrobe needs a funeral. But that’s not a bad thing. It’s exactly what I need. Someone grounded. No flashy tantrums. No high maintenance drama. Someone who won’t make this fake marriage harder than it already is.Mom will soften up to her. I can see it already. Isayanna’s low key vibe will slide right past Mom’s radar. That thought presses some of the weight off my chest.My late fiancée and Mom never clicked. Mom never said it out loud. But she’s good at hiding. Too good.I scroll through more photos. A smirk tugs my mouth. Ruffled gowns.

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CHAPTER 9: CONVINCING GRANDMA

Isayanna The worn rug scratched the arches of my feet as I paced. Back and forth. Back and forth. My heart was a frantic bird trapped in my ribs, hammering against my sternum. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, trying to manifest a version of myself that wasn't about to collapse under the weight of a thousand lies."Why would your boss want to help you out of the blue, Isayanna?" Grandma’s voice drifted from her room, sandpaper on silk. "You told me he was a hard man. Strict."I stopped. She was right to be suspicious. Grandma knew that in our world, men didn't hand out lifeboats without expecting you to pay for the wood. But she didn't know the lifeboats were already paid for. She didn't know about the contract, the signed papers, or the fact that I hadn't stepped foot in my office for days.The bills were gone. The fridge was full. I looked down at my new clothes, feeling like a thief in my own skin."He's just... different than I thought, Grandma," I called back, my voice thin. The de

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CHAPTER 10: WHEN BOUNDARIES BLUR

JaydonThe elevator doors hissed open. I stepped out, my dress shoes clicking against the marble floor with a rhythm that usually felt like power. Today, it just felt like a deadline.Behind me, the new girl followed. Anna.My mother had practically gift wrapped her the second she found out Isayanna wouldn’t be my assistant anymore. Mom didn’t know the full details of the contract yet, but she knew I was marrying my former employee. She probably figured she could throw one last temptation in my path before I tied the knot in two weeks. I glanced back at Anna. She didn't look like someone who needed a paycheck. She dressed in labels that cost more than some of my middle managers made in a month, and she’d rolled into the parking garage in a car that screamed old money. She was smart, sure. Quicker than Isayanna, maybe. But she was too quiet. Too agreeable. She did whatever I said without that spark of defiance I’d grown used to.The rule was simple: no dating in the office. It kept th

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