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I already knew the answer, understanding exactly where Dominick's twisted mind was leading. "You can stop the marriage and make a firm stand," Aleksei replied. I looked from one person to another, feeling my adrenaline surge. From what I knew of the Italian mafia, they were extremely vengeful. Any form of harm towards her would result in certain death. "What do you mean?" The other four remained silent, waiting. "Oh, hell no! I'm not kidnapping an innocent woman." "It's an excellent method of control if you ask me. Enjoy her while you take down the Satoris," Lorenzo remarked, raising his glass.

Bleeding and barely able to open his eyes, Tyron could only lie there as Franz finally stopped, breathing hard. "Do you even know what kind of mess you've dragged us into, you worthless piece of crap?! That casino is controlled by the most dangerous Mafia in Asia. If you don't pay up on time, they'll wipe out our entire family!" "That's not... g-gonna happen. They only want her," Tyron rasped, pointing weakly at Carlotta. "What do you mean by that?" "They gave me a copy of the contract Kuya Tyron signed," Carlotta said, handing the document to her father.

Power draped itself over Matteo De Luca like a second skin—and tried to coil itself around her like a noose. She didn’t let it. Not in the three days since she’d woken up a captive bride, not even after Mara explained the legal trap she’d been signed into. Marriage documents. Fingerprints. Surveillance footage staged to show her walking into the private marriage suite under her own will. It was airtight. But Serena wasn’t stupid. There were holes in Matteo’s story. She could feel them. And tonight, she intended to find one. --- The library was easy enough to locate. The guards didn't follow her indoors—only watched from a distance. It was her only semblance of freedom in the massive stone fo

So I moved backwards, and stared at him in anger. Rich people do have a lot of attitude just because they have a lot of money they think that they can do anything. I watched that arrogant man leave, he told me that he would never marry a woman like me or even if I was the last person left on earth he would not marry me. "I don't care if I want to marry a person like him, As if I wanna marry him." I would never marry a person like him, I hate him. I then rushed towards the little girl who was wounded.

have trust issue , will try to escape not to mention they will be scared from you and the list is long . In our world marriages are generally done between two Mafia families either fixed by our parents or we date each other quite shocking I know! Mine happened to be through dating, Liza ( his wife) and Lucy( his daughter) are the best thing happened to me in this life . I am orphan but my godfather Alejandro who trained me and his son Stephan to be the best in our work and to survive the hardship of this glamorous yet extremely dangerous life convinced liza's father for the marriage who was not happy with the fact that I was not born into a mafia family or a loyal family as they like to

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."

Once she was fully conscious she looked around the room and sat up slowly on the bed. She tried to remember what happened before she went unconscious. And then she remembered. Everything played like a reel in her head and her breath hitched. She remembered how her husband had shoved a piece of cloth into her face and made her unconscious. Tears jammed in her eyes knowing that her husband isn't a common man but a mafia. Mafia of Russia. The picture of him shooting the man played in front of her eyes and her hands trembled as her heart wrenched. She is terrified of him. She no longer wants to stay with him. She wants to run away from him. She tried to escape and he made her unconscious and bro

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.

Story 2: Title: A night with the virgin bride. Leah Claire thought she had control of her life an amazing job, loving parents, and her future perfectly planned. But on her 22nd birthday, everything shatters. Sold off to a mysterious mafia husband to settle a family debt, Leah’s attempt to reclaim her freedom leads to a wild night with a stranger… who turns out to be the man she was meant to marry. —— "It's my first time" Leah said with a shaky voice and a scared look which made her legs shiver.

He wanted her spirit crushed so thoroughly that she would thank him after every punishment. One handwritten note from Marco himself, dated three days before the wedding, made bile rise in Elena’s throat: “Elena Vitale will be my masterpiece. The perfect Vitale princess on her knees. I’ll mark her so beautifully she’ll never forget who owns her. By the time I’m done, she’ll crawl to me willingly.” Tears streamed down Elena’s face. The papers shook violently in her hands. All this time, she had believed Marco was simply a typical cold, power hungry mafia heir. But he had been planning to turn her life into a slow, calculated hell.