All Chapters of CONTRACT WIFE OF A BILLIONAIRE MAFIA BOSS : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I never thought that night was the beginning of my family's end. I thought I was simply attending another boring business dinner. Little did I know, there was someone who was plotting for the downfall of my family's Empire. My eyes wandered around, the room filled with powerful men in expensive suits. Crystal chandeliers. Champagne glasses and quiet conversations about millions and billions. It was almost dizzying listening to them talk about such an enormous amount of money in a single business deal. I never wanted to attend gatherings like this in the first place, I’ve never been fond of events like these—fancy dresses, endless drinks, and people constantly competing to show off their wealth, status, and success in business. But if it weren’t for my father, I wouldn’t have come tonight. I took a sigh and placed the wine glass on the bar counter. When I looked back, I was stunned by the person where my eyes landed on. Vincent Alessandro Moretti. I know him. Everybody does.

I woke up to the sunlight streaming through the open window. The moment I opened my eyes, I was briefly blinded by the sudden brightness. But as my vision adjusted, I found myself confused for a second, wondering where I was, the unfamiliar ceiling above me made me sit upright. Shit! everything came rushing back to me. The news about our families bankruptcy. The confrontation in my father's office. The contract. The marriage. And the man who was feared by everyone, Vincent Alessandro Moretti, who's now my contract husband. I closed my eyes at the thought of it. I ran a fingers through my hair, this is so frustrating. Tsk. I looked around the enormous bedroom. Everything was elegant—too elegant. The bed alone was bigger than the one in my room at home. Floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooked perfectly trimmed gardens, while dark curtains framed the morning light. There was no sound. The silence makes my ear hurt. No familiar voices. No mother calling me for breakfast.

I didn't sleep. The photograph remained on my bedside table until morning. I must have looked at it a hundred times. My father... Vincent... Standing beside each other as if they had known one another for years? But that wasn't what disturbed me most. It was the date written on the back. Nine years ago. Nine years... I was barely sixteen. Vincent had been younger too, but even then there was something unmistakable about him. That same cold stare. That same presence. I picked up the photograph again. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked my dad on the picture as if he could answer me. A soft knock came from the door. I quickly slipped the photograph beneath my pillow. "Come in." Teresa entered. "Good morning, Elara." she greeted. "Morning." my eyes followed her as she placed a tray on the table. "Mr. Moretti asked that you have breakfast in your room." I looked at her. My brows furrowed. "He's home?" "No." "Then why would he bother you to make me breakfast in bed?"

I always wanted answers, but when Vincent finally gave me one, I couldn't handle it. I thought I could, but I was wrong. I couldn't sleep. My mind kept wandering back to that warehouse, and that man's terrified face, covered in blood. Lot's of things running on my mind, and No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the image and the thoughts out of my head. It was difficult to forget. No matter how tightly I squeezed my eyes shut or how hard I tried to force myself to sleep, I simply couldn't. The fear I'd experienced during those hours seemed determined to stay with me, refusing to let me go. I immediately sat up, let out a deep breath, and climbed out of bed. I was wearing nothing but my silk nightwear—a spaghetti-strap top and short shorts—so I grabbed my pink robe and quickly slipped it on. I wanted to go to the garden for some fresh air, hoping it would help calm my mind and eventually make me sleepy. As soon as I reached the ground floor, one of the security guards station

The reception was held at one of the city's most prestigious hotels.The moment we stepped out of the car, photographers swarmed around us.Flashes exploded from every direction.I instinctively stopped walking.Vincent's hand immediately settled against the small of my back."Keep walking.""I'm not used to this.""I know."His voice was low enough that only I could hear him."Look at me."I did."Ignore them."His hand remained at the small of my back as we entered the hotel.For some reason, that simple touch made me feel safer.And that bothered me more than the cameras ever could.Although my family was well-known, I had never been the type to attend parties and social gatherings regularly. I disliked being the center of attention, especially when it involved cameras flashing in my face and strangers watching my every move.I hated it.And tonight, I was expected to endure all of it while standing beside Vincent Moretti.Inside, everything glittered.Crystal chandeliers hung from