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But it's not like she could ask any of them now—she needed to pretend to be Massimo's husband and the perfect Mafia Queen! Though if Massimo had been telling the truth, that meant Elena was always the Mafia Queen. She hadn't been playing pretend at all. She really was the wife of the Mafia King and therefore the rightful Mafia Queen. The thought unsettled Elena. The idea that the entire time she had been lying and doing her best to perform such important duties Elena had actually just been fulfilling her proper role made her confused. But most of all, Elena felt a sudden burst of rage fill her body.

She would be his queen, and their children would grow up strong and powerful. Asher, one of her dad’s men, held out his hand. Larissa placed hers in his. He looked at her for a moment, and when she nodded, he gave the signal. The big church doors opened with a loud creak, and everyone turned to see the bride. Larissa, the mafia princess, walked down the aisle. Her head was held high, and a tiny smile played on her lips. Everyone wished they could be her. Not even in their wildest dreams.

So her left hand sprang up as a reinforcement. And he grabbed that too, pinning it on her right wrist, above her head. Then, the hard muscles of his body crushed hers, sending more unpleasant tremors up and down her back. A whimper spilled from her lips. NO! Not him! Ralph Virtus is her man—her dream! She’s the bride of the Mafia King—she was born to be the wife of the Mafia King! ‘Stop—,’ she breathed. ‘Yes,’ his silky voice whispered. ‘Stop it, Jules. Call it off. The engagement.’ He was begging her.

"They treated me like a maid... Aunt Natalie... She hurts me whenever I do something wrong... She never treated me right! And guess what? I even had to marry someone I don't love just so I could save their family!...." Miss Felestine's eyes widened. "W-What? Y-You are married? B-But why? To whom?" " I married a mafia boss. Daddy owed him a huge amount of money and because he threatened Daddy that he would kill us if he don't give me to him, I had to volunteer myself and marry that man." "Oh, Sophie... I'm so sorry, Sophie... I'm so sorry..." "And now, that's the reason why I had to face all of these things..."

"And wear something that says 'Mafia Queen,' not 'hiding in my room.' My tailor left a garment bag on your dressing table. Use it." I heard his footsteps fade away. I groaned, rubbing my eyes. My body felt heavy from the stress of the previous night. I had spent hours trying to find a backdoor into my frozen accounts, but my father’s firewall was a masterpiece. That cruel man. He hadn't just blocked me; he had set a trap. If I tried to force my way in again, a signal would be sent directly to the Moretti security team. I walked over to the dressing table and unzipped the garment bag. Inside was a dress that almost looked like it was owned by Katherine Pierce of TVD. The dress was deep navy b

Threatening me with my child's life. I grab the ring from the maid and insert it into that man's finger. The priest says " I now pronounce you husband and wife. " " You may kiss the bride." He moves the veil on my head... His hand wraps around my waist. I warn him. " Don't plan to kiss on my lips or else. " " Or else. What can you do to me? " He smirks. He pulls me closer. " You can't escape from me hereafter. " He tilts his face to kiss my lips. I immediately turn my face away.

Now, she was trapped in a game far more dangerous than she had anticipated. But she had no choice. There was no going back now. The ink was on the paper. She was married to the mafia don. Her voice trembled, but she spoke nonetheless. "I understand." Allerick’s eyes softened just slightly, as though he were surprised by her acceptance. But he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he leaned forward again, his gaze sharp. "We’ll see how long that understanding lasts, Leora," he said, his voice dark and full of unspoken promises. "The real game starts now."