His Docile Mafia Princess
I wasn't supposed to fall in love.
My job was simple, spy on him, and help break Capo Enzo Valenti but now, I'm the one breaking. He kisses me like he owns me, f*cks me like I’m the only thing holding him together, and I let him.
Every.Single.Time.
Because somewhere between the lies and the orgasms? The lines blurred and my loyalties conflicted.
My name is Alessandra, and I’m holding a knife to my husband’s back while begging him to f*ck me like I still belong to him.
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When Alessandra Romano's sister angers the next Capo dei Capi Enzo Valenti, he picks her to replace Sofia. However, she has secrets, secrets that would make Enzo bury her. But, what happens when Alessandra finds out she's not the only one holding secrets in their marriage?
Can a love built on lies survive the truth, or will they destroy each other the moment the masks come off?