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I saw how his eyes flickered when I mentioned Jessica’s name. That ugly girl finally found a way to bewitch him, using her black magic on him. He didn’t even realize it. The mighty Mafia, reduced to a fool by a little ugly slave. I scoffed and slammed my fist into the bag one more time, the sound echoing like thunder in the empty hall. He said she was paying for her uncle’s sin, that the marriage was just for revenge. So lame. I knew better. I could see it every time they were together. The way he stares at her like she was a rare gem. He even had a soft spot for her.

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He said flashing her a smirk. Anger washed over her, she had forgotten how annoying this man was, “You forced me to marry me now you’re forcing me to stay in this room with you, are you going to force me to sleep with you too?” Ariana spat. “Nobody forced you to do anything, you did with your own will, and trust me you will also do when you get in my bed”. His smirk widened. Her hand itched so bad to wipe that stupid smirk off his face, “Then you must be joking because I would never sleep with you even if I was dying”. Ariana gritted her teeth in anger.

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She didn't look like she belong here, in this world of the mafia but The fact of it was that she was indeed la princesa de la mafia 🎲🎲♠️♥️♣️♦️♠️♥️♣️♦️🎲🎲 María's POV- His soft hand against the skin of my cheek, I sighed leaning into his touch. "Lucien" I breathed at the warm feeling that spread through me. "Sorry princesa, You got me instead" a male voice softly spoke. My eyes shot open seeing the man from before. I quickly shuffled back backing away from the man in front of me.

“These are the rules of my house, Khyronis. You belong to me now. You will dress how I wish. Speak only when I allow it in front of others. And you will never … ever … open doors that are not allowed to you.” His breathing hitched slightly at. “There is an east wing in this mansion,” I continued casually, my fingers still resting on his shoulder. “You will stay away from it. Pets who wander where they shouldn’t tend to lose privileges… fingers or limbs.” I stepped even closer, our chests nearly brushing. My other hand moved to his waist, adjusting the fit of the trousers the maids had just helped him into. I could feel the heat of his body through the fabric, the way his muscles tensed under

He smirked and said “If I wanted you dead darling, you wouldn’t have made it past the door.” How heartwarming. I folded my arms tightly across my chest. “Now that we've gotten the fake pleasantries out of the way, why am I here?” He slid a thin black folder across the table. "What is this?" "Just...... open it" I hesitantly reached for the folder, flipped it open and instantly regretted looking. It was a contract. A Marriage contract with my name on it. My eyes locked on the other name scrawled at the bottom. Luca Romano. The name practically made alarm bells go off in my head.

Twilight: Mafia Edition? Fantastic. Just what every girl dreams of. A brooding, bossy bodyguard who probably treats emotions like a virus and drinks black coffee like it's a moral code.

The room felt smaller under his attention, like I’d said something that couldn’t be taken back. Isabella’s face twitched. “Not everything is about you, Liv.” “I’m not trying to make this about me. I’m just trying to let you know that you made a wrong decision by marrying him.” “Says the girl who got pregnant for her father’s murderer,” Isabella clapped back, teeth clenched. “You don’t have any right to judge my decisions or choices just because you’ve had your legs spread for a mafia don.” The words slammed into me.

I mean, I'm not sure since I've never fallen in love before. Like, of course. Crush, many. But love? I shrugged, "Maybe, maybe not, but I don't want to run away before I find out." "Even knowing what he is?" "Why should I push him away and accept you when you both are literally in the Mafia?" He took my hand forcefully this time and tried to soothe me like he always did, "I'm not going to stop you, okay. I just wanted you to be sure." "I'm sure."