Todos os capítulos de THE MAFIA DON HIRED ME AS HIS WIFE: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

ELENA Three days. That was all the time I had left. Three days before my landlord changed the locks on our apartment. Three days before my brother's medical treatment was postponed again. Three days before everything I'd spent years trying to hold together finally collapsed. I stared at my phone. ₱847.25. That was my entire bank balance. I locked my phone and dropped it onto the tiny coffee-shop table. "This is hopeless." "Talking to your phone won't make you richer." I looked up. Mia sat across from me, pushing a cup of coffee toward me. "You look terrible." "Thank you." "You're welcome." She pulled a folded piece of paper from her handbag. "I found you a job." I unfolded it. PERSONAL ASSISTANT WANTED. Excellent salary. Immediate employment. Discretion required. Interview by invitation only. There was no company name. No website. No detailed description. Just an address. I stared at the salary. My eyes widened. "This can't be re

The wedding was supposed to be fake. At least, that's what I kept telling myself. But standing in front of the mirror in a white wedding dress, I wasn't sure anymore. Sofia adjusted my veil. "You look like a princess." "I feel like I'm attending my own funeral." She laughed. "You're marrying Adrian De Luca. Some women would kill for that." "That's exactly what I'm afraid of." She stopped laughing. "Don't joke about that." "I'm not." The doors opened. Adrian stood outside. He wore a black tuxedo. His expression was unreadable. His eyes met mine. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he offered his arm. "Ready?" "No." "Good." I placed my hand on his arm. We walked. The ceremony was private. Only a few people were present. Adrian's closest associates. His lawyer. His family. And several heavily armed guards. Romantic. The priest began speaking. I barely heard him. Then came the vows. Adrian looked at me. "I do." My

ELENA I didn't speak to Adrian for the entire ride home. Not because I was angry. At least, that's what I told myself. I was hurt. There was a difference. "I can't trust anyone. Not even you." Those words kept replaying in my head. I stared out the window while the city lights passed by. Adrian sat beside me in complete silence. For once, the silence between us wasn't comfortable. It was heavy. When we arrived at the mansion, I got out of the car without waiting for him. "Elena." I kept walking. "Elena." I stopped. "What?" He stood beside the car. "I didn't mean it the way you think." I crossed my arms. "Then what did you mean?" "I don't know who betrayed me." "That doesn't mean you should treat me like a suspect." "I don't." "You just said you don't trust me." His jaw tightened. "I don't trust anyone." "Well, I'm not everyone." The words came out before I could stop them. For a moment, he simply stared at me. Then he walked closer. "That's what worries

I woke up to the sound of glass breaking. My eyes opened immediately. For a moment, I didn't know where I was. Then I heard another sound. Footsteps. Inside the bedroom. I reached for the lamp. Nothing. The electricity was out. My heart began pounding. "Adrian?" No answer. I slowly sat up. A shadow moved across the doorway. I covered my mouth. Someone was inside the mansion. I reached for my phone. No signal. The bedroom door creaked open. I froze. A man stepped inside. He wore black. His face was covered. He looked around. Then his eyes landed on me. I screamed. He rushed forward. Before he could reach me, the door slammed open. Adrian appeared. He moved faster than I'd ever seen him move. The intruder pulled a weapon. A gunshot echoed. I ducked. Adrian tackled him. They crashed into the floor. The intruder escaped through the window. Adrian ran after him. "Elena, stay here!" But I couldn't. I followed. When I reached the hallway, Adrian was al

ELENA The first thing I felt was cold. The second was pain. The third was fear. I opened my eyes slowly. A single light hung from the ceiling. My wrists were tied to a metal chair. My head throbbed. I tried to remember what happened. The car. The men. Adrian. I had been kidnapped. My breathing became faster. "Stay calm." The voice came from the corner. I looked up. A man stepped into the light. He was tall, dressed in a dark coat. I didn't recognize him. "Who are you?" "Someone who wants answers." "What answers?" He placed a photograph on the table. My father's photograph. My stomach dropped. "What does my father have to do with this?" "Everything." He pulled another chair closer. "Your father worked for Adrian's father." "I know." "No. You don't." He leaned forward. "Your father discovered that someone inside the De Luca organization was stealing money." I frowned. "Who?" "We don't know." "Then why am I here?" "Because your father left something