All Chapters of The Mafia King’s Accidental Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I pulled away from Dante's touch, my chair scraping against the marble floor as I stood. My heart was a war drum in my chest, and my hands were shaking, but I refused to let him see how deeply his words had cut me."You married me for revenge," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "You planned to use me as a weapon against people I don't even know. And now you're telling me you've changed your mind because I kissed you back?"Dante's expression was unreadable. "I'm telling you the truth. What you do with it is your choice.""My choice." I laughed, the sound hollow and bitter. "I don't have choices, remember? I'm married to the most powerful man in the country. I'm trapped in his fortress with armed guards at every exit. My father was apparently a traitor who got your family killed. And the man I was supposed to marry wants me dead or worse."I stepped closer to him, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. "So tell me, Dante. What choices do I actually have?"He was quiet for a long mom

The safehouse was a small, nondescript building on the outskirts of the city, hidden behind a facade of legitimate businesses and layers of security that would make a fortress jealous. Dante led me inside, his hand never leaving my back, his eyes constantly scanning for threats.Marcus was waiting for us, his face grim. "We lost two men in the firefight," he said quietly. "Rosetti's people were waiting for us. Someone tipped them off.""Victor," Dante said, the name coming out like a curse. "He knows we have the evidence. He's going to move fast.""We need to move faster."Dante nodded, then turned to me. "You should rest. There's a room in the back. I'll come get you when we have a plan.""I'm not leaving you.""Chloe-""I said I'm not leaving you." I crossed my arms, meeting his gaze with a stubbornness that matched his own. "This is my fight too. My father died trying to expose these people. I'm not going to sit in a back room while you risk your life to finish what he started."Da

The hotel room smelled like mold and regret.I sat on the edge of the sagging bed, watching Dante sleep. He had passed out shortly after our kiss, the blood loss finally catching up with him. I had managed to clean and bandage his wound with the first aid kit from the bathroom, a pathetic little thing with expired antiseptic and bandages that barely stuck.He looked younger in sleep. Less like a Mafia king and more like a man who had been fighting his entire life and was finally allowed to rest. The scar through his eyebrow seemed more pronounced in the dim light, a permanent reminder of the violence that had shaped him.I should have been terrified. I was trapped in a cheap hotel room with a wounded crime lord, hunted by his psychopathic aunt and her army of killers, with nothing but a flash drive and my wits to protect me. My father was dead. My mother was probably worried sick. My entire life had been upended in the span of forty-eight hours.And yet, I felt more alive than I had i

The Marchetti estate was a monument to old money and older violence.Marble floors stretched in every direction, polished to a mirror shine. Crystal chandeliers hung from ceilings painted with frescoes depicting scenes of war and conquest. Men in dark suits lined the walls like statues, their eyes tracking our every move, their hands never far from the weapons hidden beneath their jackets.Dante walked beside me, his hand resting on the small of my back, a possessive gesture that was both protective and claiming. His wound was still healing, but he moved with the same predatory grace, his gray eyes scanning the room, cataloging exits and threats."Remember what I told you," he murmured, his lips barely moving. "Let me do the talking.""I remember.""Good."We were led into a study that could have housed a small army. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with leather-bound volumes that looked centuries old. A massive desk dominated the center of the room, and behind it sat Lorenzo March