Exchanged

Lena gets exchanged for her father's debts to a mafia don and is married without her consent. Dante Luciano—Italy’s youngest, most ruthless mafia Don—her husband. Is looking for a wife. He has his reasons, he has his plans for Lena.

18+ Dante woke up from a three-year coma to see a stuttering woman beside his bed, and worse was that his mother called her his new wife. From the moment his eyes opened to see her big blue eyes staring at him, he despised her and made immediate arrangements to divorce her, but when his mother threatened to give his assets to charity if he couldn't settle for the marriage, he to comply by setting up a whole new contract that she either accepts to play by his rules or she leaves the marriage with nothing. Azalea never wanted to get married to Dante, but she had to accept her fate when she found out that her fiance was set to marry her stepsister. They'd been cheating behind her back and the cruelty of the betrayal made her comply with her father's arrangement for her to be exchanged to save their drowning empire. In a twist of event, the man that had been sleeping for three years woke up the day she arrived at Drummond's mansion and his instant hatred for her was palpable, and the realization that she would either live the rest of her life as his slave, be sent back to the arms of her unwelcoming family or get thrown into the streets hit her... For all the women who love a man who gives them guns instead of flowers, let's read together

My back hit the cold wall of the Alpha’s packhouse, my breath hitched in my throat as the triplets closed in—Asher, Alaric, and Argent. Asher leaned in first, his mouth brushing against my ear. “Sign the contract, Alisha,” he growled. “You’re ours. Your body, soul, and every filthy little sound you make.” I swallowed hard as Alaric’s fingers traced a circle around my swollen areola in an infuriating slow-mo. “See, your body is already responding, stop pretending you don’t want to be ruined by us.” Argent stepped in last, his hand skimming under the hem of my dress. “You’re trembling, sweetheart. Not from fear… but from need. Say the word, and we’ll own every inch of you.” “And if I say no?” my voice was shaky as I bit down the moan crawling up my throat. The three of them exchanged glances and then turned to me. And like a rehearsed lyric, they all unisoned. “Then we make you beg on your knees. And we won’t stop until you forget your own name… just ours.” Asher grabbed my chin, tilting it up. “Last chance, sweetheart. Safe word or surrender.” My lips parted. “I surrender.” That was all they needed. Alaric was behind me instantly, lips on my neck, one hand wrapping around my waist, the other dragging the strap of my dress down torturously slow. “Good girl,” he murmured, his teeth grazing my skin. “You’re ours now.” •••••••• This is not just a love story. It’s survival. And it starts with rejection…

Lilienne Winslow "I'm a mess of warm chaos but I won't let you see it in my eyes, I smile every time but I won't let you see the sadness behind them ,it's pathetic" Rowan Sinclair "Your chaos doesn't frighten me; it draws me in. you wear a smile that dances like sunlight through shadows, but know this, my love: I see beyond the facade. Behind those shimmering eyes lies a world of storms, and it's not pathetic, it's beautifully human. Let me be your anchor in this tempest; let me cradle your sadness and transform it into something radiant. Even when you feel lost, I'll be right here, holding you tight." Neither of them ever wished for the union of marriage, not the weight of a promise, that felt more like chains. two souls adrift, untamed, untouched by love's hand.Yet fate, with silent steps, wove them into one, In a bond neither sought, but neither could withstand. He, a man of steel, a man of few words and of unshaken resolve, She, a spirit of grace, a woman of quiet strength,carrying wounds, no one cared to see. In the quiet vows exchanged, hearts kept their guard,But in the silence between them, emotions sparked, unbarred. In his silence, she found a space to breathe. In her fragility, he found something worth protecting.