Novelas web de Action e historias de Twins ambientadas en Contract Marriage

Reva Aldridge did not choose this life. It was chosen for her. She woke up in a luxury hotel room in Milan with no memory of the night before and a face she recognized looking back at her. The face of Nico Castellano. The most powerful mafia boss on the East Coast of Italy. The man her sister Petra was supposed to marry. Petra had wanted out of the engagement so she drugged her younger sister and sent her in her place. Now the scandal has spread. The Castellano name has been attached to Reva's, and there is only one way to fix it. She becomes his contract wife but the terms are brutal. She is expected to give him an heir. She has no choice because her family has already decided for her. Reva moves into Casa Castellano in Sicily and tries to survive. But something is wrong; her husband is not the same man from one day to the next. Some nights he is cold and controlled, and other nights he is different, softer in ways she cannot explain. A different scent and hands that feel like they belong to someone else. She tells herself she is imagining it. She is not. There are two of them. Twins. And they have both been with her without her knowing. Now that she knows the truth, they are both refusing to let her go. The devil does not wear one face. He wears two. And Reva belongs to both of them.

Years spent in a lowly house made her reluctant to leave the comfort of her position, capitalizing on her fame and beauty, to make money. Until suddenly, a woman known as Monica proposed to Nathan while she was about to serve him in room 310. Slightly moved by the promise of freedom that had long been lost, Monica finally accepted Nathan's offer to become his second wife. Who would have thought that her arrival in the family would unravel one mystery after another? There are many secrets in Nathan's family, and who was Nathan's first wife, who had a face similar to his? Were they truly connected?

The church bells rang at exactly noon. One. Two. Three. Their deep sound rolled through the old cathedral and disappeared into the gray afternoon sky. But there was no celebration. No music. No excited guests whispering about the bride. No groom waiting at the altar. There was only rain. Heavy, merciless rain that hammered against the stained-glass windows as though heaven itself was mourning what was about to happen. At the altar stood a woman in white. Mara Elena Vale. Twenty-eight years old. Former military general. Daughter. Victim. And, according to the agreement signed that morning, the new wife of the most feared Mafia Lord in the city. She stood perfectly still. Her wedding dress was breathtaking—white silk flowing around her like a cloud, a long veil trailing behind her, delicate diamonds glittering at her ears and throat. But there was nothing soft about her expression. Her back was straight. Her chin was lifted. Her eyes were calm. Too calm. On the altar beside her stood a large framed photograph of the man she was supposed to marry. Dante Blackwood. The Mafia King. Thirty-five. Powerful. Untouchable. And absent. He hadn't come. Mara stared at his photograph for several seconds. The photograph showed a handsome man with dark hair, a hard jaw and eyes that seemed capable of making an entire room fall silent. She almost laughed. Almost. So this is my husband. A photograph. She slowly turned her gaze toward the empty church. Only three people had come to witness the marriage. A lawyer representing the Blackwood family. An elderly priest. And her mother. Her mother sat several rows behind her, dressed elegantly, with her younger daughter, Celeste, sitting beside her. Celeste was crying. Mara's eyes settled on her sister. Of course. Celeste was always the one people protected.