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She says with the quirk of her perfectly arched brow. She takes a step towards me. I take one back. “I-I’ll clean this up!” I stutter out just as my back collides with the wall and she steps towards me again with a grin that holds a promise of pain and suffering. “Meera Florence.” She chimes, “the heiress to the biggest mafia empire in the entirety of Europe. Now pushed down to rags.” She says looking me up and down and giving me a feigned look of pity. “Who would have thought?” She wonders out loud, looking up at the intricately carved ceiling for a moment.

Back then, the Bancroft Syndicate was everywhere in the headlines, especially after Gregory Bancroft, Sebastian’s father and the former head, died in a tragic accident. Her father had explained that, yes, the Bancroft Syndicate was a mafia organization, but unlike what most people assumed, they didn’t operate through outright illegal means. Instead, they functioned as a powerful, highly secretive elite group, controlling business empires, politics, and financial systems through legal yet morally gray methods. As she grew older, she heard more about them. Many feared the Bancroft family, and no one dared cross them. Some even whispered about people who had mysteriously disappeared after going

She had been claimed, branded, but today she was bound by a series of oaths as frigid as the empire they were entering. "Do you, Dysis Salmon, consider Alexander Levi to be your lawfully wedged husband?" Though her hands shook only momentarily, Dysis calmed herself and grabbed the silk of her garment with relentless force. Her breath stitched slightly. She could feel the guests staring at her, each one silently evaluating the moment. "I do," she said, her voice calm and clear. She knew the words were real even though they seemed alien on her tongue. She was not giving Alexander the man her complete yes. She was approving Alexander Levi, the mafia boss. To the authority. Regarding the future.

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“You say that like it’s a flaw.” Alessandro poured himself wine. “No, little brother. It’s a reminder. Passion makes you reckless.” The way he said it wasn’t about romance it was about war. Elena’s pulse quickened. Every word at this table felt like a move in a game she barely understood. The servers began to bring in dishes roasted lamb, truffle risotto, gold-rimmed glasses of red wine. The meal looked exquisite, but no one seemed to be eating. “You’ve built quite a life outside, Adrien,” Alessandro said, turning his glass slowly. “Businesses in Paris, connections in the East. I almost thought you’d forgotten us.”

No, he’s got no idea who he’s pissing off. I drop onto the sofa, grab my tablet, and type in her real name; Dr. Sareena Morelli.” She is Sareena Morelli, not Christina Moretti. That’s where I cocked it all up before. But now I’ve got her real name, and the search lights up. Multiple articles and mentions. Turns out Miss High-and-Mighty’s some Harvard genius; finished med school before she could legally drink. Mafia princess, too. Italian royalty with a pedigree soaked in blood and bribes. Well, well. That’s a twist. No wonder she thinks she’s above it all.

a deep voice commands. I turn. He walks in like he owns the place. Broad shoulders under a tailored black suit, dark eyes that slice through the chaos. His presence is heavier than the gunfire. Dante Morreti. I know that name. Whispers. Mafia. Blood. Power. The devil of New York. His gaze pins me in place. My chest tightens, breath shallow. “She’s the bride?” he asks, almost amused. “Yes, Boss,” one of his men answers. “Pretty little thing,” Dante murmurs, eyes raking me head to toe. “Shame she belongs to a coward.”

So, she could tell Jacob about it. “Compensation? There’s one thing I want.” “Okay. Name it.” “I want you to marry me.” “It’s impossible! I’m already married.” “You can divorce him. Don’t you know who he is?” She looked at him. “I know who he is.” “I bet you don’t know that he’s a mafia syndicate leader in our country,” he said calmly. “I know about it. In fact, you are the same.” “What?” His startled voice made her angry. “I know you are a mafia syndicate leader too. Don’t deny it!”