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Thirty minutes later, I was sitting in the passenger seat of Luca's black Mercedes, wondering how my life had fallen apart so quickly. Yesterday, my biggest problem was my ex-boyfriend's engagement. Today, I was married to a mafia boss, his former fiancée wanted me gone, and I was on my way to meet his mother. I wasn't sure which part was worse. "Can I ask you something?" I said. Luca kept his eyes on the road. "You can ask."

THE DON'S FORCED BRIDE "I can't wait to see you in those lingeries, princess." Harley Anderson never asked to be anyone's collateral. She was raised on scripture and small town grace, the pastor's daughter with a scholarship and a second chance at life, thanks to a heart transplant that should have been a miracle and nothing more. She never knew what her parents paid for it. She never knew who they owed. Until a contract lands in her hands with her father's signature on it, and one line that changes everything: if the debt isn't paid before her twenty first birthday, she belongs to the lender. Body, name, and future. His name is Don Carlos. Thirty five, ruthless, untouchable, the kind of

Then he stepped out and reached his hand out for me. I looked at him, then back at his eyes. "What happens now? You’re going to lock me in a room? Keep me as your trophy?" I asked him because everybody knows that a mafia's wife is nothing but something that they keep on their arms or locked away so I'm wondering which one I'm going to be. "You are a Don’s wife now," he said possessively. "No one disrespects you or touches you. You belong to the Cavaliere syndicate, which means you belong to me."

My father leaned in with his cigar breath "You wanted to play games, Aria. Now you’ve played yourself right into a cage. The real one. Don't even think about running. I’ve doubled the guards on Elena’s shop. You will marry the Moretti, or you will watch everyone you care about burn." He walked away, leaving me standing in the middle of the ballroom with a man I didn't know, bound by a kiss I didn't want or ask for. Dante turned to me, with eyes of guilt and fury. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't know he was watching." "Sorry doesn't fix my life, Moretti," I replied with rage. I reached out and grabbed his tie, pulling him down to my level. "You wanted a fiancée? Congratulations. You ju

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CHAPTER 4 VITTORIA'S POV. I feel like my soul is getting out of my body right now. How did I end up committing such a big mistake? Now, I'm not just accidentally married to some random person, but I'm stuck in a marriage to Marcello Giordano, the cold and ruthless Mafia kingpin who doesn't think twice before snapping someone's head off in seconds of being offended. I know him very well. Of course, everyone in New York City knows a lot about him, but only a few have ever set eyes on him, if not for anything, for the fact that he's the first face on the FBI's most wanted list of criminals.

Sold to a mafia—to a mafia boss, I didn’t expect it to lead to a new phase of my life full of love. .. .. .. .. .. .. T H E E N D . . .

“You don’t get to ask that. She trusted you.” “I owe you nothing,” she replied coldly, though inside her stomach was twisting. “Brittany!” His voice broke. “She treated you like a sister! She… she—” “Is that why you’re breaking like this? Or is it because your little love story is dead? Did you picture marrying me, Marco? Children? A future?” “Britt…” “You’re a fool. This is the mafia. Nothing here is real—no one.” “Is that why you kept pushing me away? Is that why you couldn’t love me?”

They have no idea who I really am but soon, he will. Because I, Elena D’Souza, may have been forced to marry the devil but I plan to drag him straight to hell with me. If it wasn't for the greedy bastard whom I call father, I wouldn’t be standing at the altar in this white gown, dressed up like the prettiest and happiest bride. All it took him was one desperate deal with the most dangerous mafia family in the city to sell me off like some unwanted worthless object. And now, thanks to that fucking deal, I belong to Dominic Moretti, the devil, the king of chaos and the man feared by each and everyone in the city.

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.