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My mind replayed the feel of his hand on my waist, the stretch of his fingers, the cold precision in his voice as he priced each part of me. Five hundred and five million. The number repeated in my head like a curse. But all I badly wanted was for Damien to come back and fuck me, and I hated myself more because I wanted the man who destroyed my life to fuck me so hard till I passed out.

I shot back, "We'll see who ends up begging." I turned, my gaze landing on the VIP table. A man sat there in a tailored suit, lazily swirling a glass of red wine. Gabriel York was Lumeria's wealthiest man and the company's biggest investor. Lifting the hem of my dress, I walked toward him under everyone's watchful eyes. He looked up, studying me with clear interest. "Mr. York." I took a deep breath and said loudly, "The banquet's already paid for. Since the groom is trash, would you like to replace him? I've got 100 billion in assets, and I can promise you a lifetime of absolute devotion."

"You’re looking far too eager to attend a high-society funeral for common sense." Dom didn't flinch. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, the reddish-brown of his hair caught in the city’s glow as he tapped the Voss invitation against his palm. "Am I that transparent, Zane? Or are you just getting better at reading the board?" "You're predictable," I countered, leaning back. The leather of my chair creaked—a human sound in a room full of digital silence. "You’re obsessed with finding a permanent partner. You think a 'match' is the cure for your chaotic energy."

I couldn't see any more, so I went back home. To be truthful I wasn't hurt, I was sad to know the friend I trusted would betray me. In a way I was relieved that I didn't had to marry her. I didn't wanted to make her my girlfriend, I wanted just her to be my fuck buddy. But after my divorce, Lockwood Ent. took all the shares back from the company. It was obvious her father would do that. My company was falling apart. It was stable because of Lexi's father. But he threatened to withdraw his shares too if I used his daughter as my fuck buddy. So I couldn't do anything but ask her to be my girlfriend. Then because of mom I had to ask her to be my fiancé. It was never my decision. I never loved h

He expressed to Liam that he hadn't no interest in the mafia's money, which boiled Liam's blood. He heaved a deep sigh to compose himself. He didn't need to put up with such shit. He could move mountains for his brothers. Yes! They were the leaders of a powerful mafia organization. Liam offered him help, not from mafia money. He was the owner of a construction business, hotels, restaurants and clubs in almost every major city around the world, along with several shipping companies, which are operated by his youngest brother Kairo in New York, London, Singapore and India. Danil left to make a call. "Good job Danny! Dan did not even get the feeling of suspicion." He said, patting his back.

I tell him, flashing a smile at the onlookers as we swayed to the music. "They are looking for some action, you know. We are supposed to be happily married, mia moglie." The accents rolls off of his tongue as he calls me 'my wife' and directly tickles me in the core. We are going to have a problem if his accent turns me on when it appears only when he lies. "Everyone in the high society knows how arranged and business marriages work." I roll my eyes. "Trust me, these people cannot wait to have the cake and go home and gossip about how Paige Mathewson, the crazy bitch, ended up with this catch." I nod in his direction.

I take his hand and step out. I think I get it, at least, I’m starting to understand how the dark, underground mafia world operates. Dante has an insane amount of money, that’s clear, but he can let it rot away somewhere unseen. I wonder if going to these events and throwing his money at these charities is just another way for him to clean his money, to throw the feds off his trail.

"Because then, my beautiful wife there would have become a widow." "...and that would be really sad, seeing as she can't spend a single night away from me." I smirked, in a bid to rile him up. He didn't seem to be enjoying my sudden comeback and it was clear on his face. We both went silent for a while. "She might have accepted you for who you really are." He spoke up again, sneering at me. "André Wolfe, fucking billionaire CEO by day and mafia boss by night. She may have accepted you as you are. Fuck it, she may even love you." He seethed.

he asked, "I'm not just some rich girl who can afford to stay at fancy hotels for days," Harley said, her voice firm. "I'm a mafia leader." Johnny's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his tone slightly alarmed. "I run the mafia in this city," Harley said, looking Johnny straight in the eyes. "I'm not proud of it, but it's who I am." Johnny was speechless, he had never expected Harley to have such a dark history. He had always thought of her as a kind and generous woman, not someone who could wipe out a city with her experience in crime.

Trying to reach him again, I said, "Please, don't do this. I promise, I will behave. I know I have been very stubborn and wild, but I will be more docile if you do not do this to me; you already took everything from me." "Sign the papers, Dolcezza, I will not ask again," he said as though whatever it aid did not matter to him, so I simply bent forward and signed the papers. I stared at the dotted line that had a small teardrop stain on it as I signed the papers that sealed my fate to the mafia king. As soon as I signed the paper, the lawyer took, nodded at Dominic, my husband, the name left a bittersweet taste in my mouth, and the man in the priest attire walked forward and said