All Chapters of The Mafia King's One Night Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Alessia“Are you sure about this, Alessia? We can still go back if you’re getting cold feet,” Livia whispers beside me.I turn and glare at her. “We agreed on this before we even left the house. If you’re scared, you can go back.”Her eyes widen as she looks at the club entrance. Then a grin slowly spreads across her face. “No way. Let’s do it, girl. I’ve been waiting for a night like this.”I roll my eyes, but a small smile pulls at my lips. Tonight, I’m not Leonardo Rossini’s perfect daughter expected to obey every order. Tonight, I’m just Alessia, a normal girl at a club, ready to drink until she forgets the pain. Even if it only lasts for one night.I know my father will be furious when he finds out. But right now, I don’t care. Not when my heart is already shattered and can barely breathe without thinking about everything I’ve lost. Tonight, I just want to forget.The two guards outside barely glance at us before pushing the doors open. Music hits me immediately, loud and wild, a

AlessiaWhy does he want me to know him? What if knowing him changes everything after tonight?“I don’t want to know you.”His hand moves to my thigh, and his touch slides lower, his fingers teasing me. Oh my God, this is happening. I can’t think.I feel his cock hard against my wet fold.“Look at me while I make you feel so good.” His deep voice spreads through me, sending another shiver through my body.I open my eyes to meet his gaze.“I’ve never…”He pushes inside me roughly. Pain shoots through me, and I clench my teeth as I struggle to take back control. It’s overwhelming—a mixture of pain and an undeniable pull that leaves me struggling to catch my breath.“Shit. This hurts like hell.”“So tight and wet,” he growls with desire.My pussy grips him like a fist. My walls squeeze and clench around him, refusing to let go as he pushes deeper, inch by inch, until he is fully inside me.“Fuck,” he breathes.“Move,” I beg.And then he does.He fucks me hard and fast, his hips slapping a

AlessiaToday, I will be shipped away for marriage. A part of me feels relieved-I will finally be free from my vicious stepmother. But another part of me dreads it like a plague. The last two days have been an emotional rollercoaster. I searched everywhere for the stranger who haunts my thoughts, but it's as if the universe is against me. And every time I close my eyes, I see him fucking me hard in my dreams. The feelings are so intense, that I have stopped sleeping altogether. I can't handle the emotions they bring. "Did you find anything?" I ask the moment Livia enters the room. I wave off the ladies who just finished dressing and preparing me. They leave quietly. Livia lowers her gaze, saying nothing. But she doesn't need to. Her silence is enough. "Can you please forget about him?" she sighs. "What good will it do if you find him? You're getting married today. That should be your focus." A part of me knows she's right. But what she doesn't understand is that lying to my fu

Alessia As Vincenzo takes the microphone, I finally allow myself to really look at him.He's well built-broad shoulders, a tall frame, and muscles that fill out his tuxedo like it was made just for him. But it's the scar that catches my eye. It should make him look dangerous... and it does. But it also makes him impossibly sexy.He's not the kind of man you run to. He's the kind you run from... but still end up wanting.Even in a formal tux, every inch of him radiates power. Confidence. Control. And those eyes, those deep onyx eyes-glint under the lights like polished black stone. Eyes like his should have sent me running the moment I saw them, but I didn't. "Hello everyone. Thank you for coming to our wedding. It means the world to me."His deep baritone voice rolls through the speakers like velvet thunder. It's the type that can melt resistance and make a woman weak with just a few words.I hate how my body reacts as the heat starts building between my thighs. My thong is alread

VincenzoI know Alessia's threat shouldn't be taken lightly... but what can she really do?She's been locked in that fancy villa her whole life, she knows nothing about the real world.But still...I will burn the fucking Rossini name to the ground.After what they did to my brother, this so-called "peace treaty" is a joke.I still don't understand how my father agreed to this madness. Why sweep everything under the rug and seal it with a marriage? Why pretend like blood wasn't spilled?I grunt and sign the paper in front of me. A contract. Another desperate request for protection.They want my men, my power. Of course, I get a solid cut of their profits. Ammunition, drugs, gambling rings-I run it all. I make the rules.But one line I never cross?Trafficking. Women. Children. Off-limits.The door creaks open. I don't need to look up. The footsteps are enough.Sergio.Cocky bastard walks in like he owns the place. If he weren't my right-hand man, I'd have shot him for the attitude alon