Vault 69 Fanfiction

On the day Tristan Spallone, the head of a mafia family, and I mark our fifth wedding anniversary, the manager of the Spallone family vault calls. Something that was stored away for a long time has finally come due, and Tristan is to retrieve it. He's so busy that he barely has a moment to breathe, so I go in his place. What I bring back is an old roll of film. The manager warned me that if it wasn’t developed soon, its age might cause it to be ruined beyond recovery. But when I have them developed, frame after frame is filled with Winnie Leigh, his first love. Her smile looks so sweet in those pictures that they nearly suffocate me. What about me, one may ask? I never once appeared on his albums. The office door slams open. Tristan bursts in, already out of breath. "Anna, is your life really so empty that you have to dig through mine?" I turn toward him, the man who's usually so composed. I neither question him nor break down. Instead, I speak slowly. "We're getting a divorce." Tristan frowns and thrusts the stack of photos into the shredder. He then looks back at me. "They're gone. Do you still want a divorce?" A bitter smile tugs at my lips. "Yes."

"Stay awake," he ordered softly, deadly. "Stay, or I swear I’ll fuck you alive right here just to keep your heart beating." *** She signed her submission. Now she has to surrender her soul. Aria Valente is the picture of perfection, billionaire heiress, tech mogul, mafia princess. But beneath the steel facade lies a secret desire to surrender in a world where control is an absolute necessity for survival. To submit. One night at the infamous Crimson Vault BDSM club, she meets a masked dangerous man who makes her knees weak with one command his name is Dominus. Their chemistry is dangerous, their sessions addictive so she agrees to become his submissive under a strict contract. He never shows his face. He gives no name. Only rules. Only touch. Only pleasure. She is summoned by her family and finds out that she was betrothed at birth to the Don of a powerful Moretti mafia this is meant to merge bloodlines and end an old vendetta. Refusal means losing her shares, her company, her freedom. She vows to destroy the union. Until she meets her future husband ,Nero Moretti, the youngest, most feared Don in Italy. And when she sees him she freezes. Because Nero… Is Dominus. Now bound by blood, lust, and secrets, Aria must play his game or lose everything. But what if she doesn’t want to win anymore?

She’s the one woman who said no. Now he’ll do anything to make her his even if it means breaking every rule he built his empire on. Ava Sinclair doesn’t bow. Not to billionaires, not to power, and definitely not to Luca Hart the cold, calculating tech mogul who thinks everything has a price. When he tries to buy her company and erase her legacy, she slams the door in his face. She doesn’t expect him to come back. She definitely doesn’t expect him to come for her. Forced into a temporary partnership to contain a public scandal, Ava and Luca collide behind closed doors sharp tongues, sharp tempers, and sharper attraction. He’s grumpy, ruthless, and infuriatingly hot. She’s stubborn, brilliant, and determined to hate him. But every fight pulls them closer. Every look burns hotter. And when the anger cracks, the need between them is vicious,raw, consuming, inevitable. Then the threats start. The shadows close in. Someone wants Ava silenced. Someone who knows she’s not just a woman with a sharp mind and a guarded heart She’s the living vault for secrets that were never supposed to surface. As her hidden past unravels, Ava realizes the most dangerous thing isn’t losing her company. It’s losing herself. And Luca? He’s no longer fighting for a deal. He’s fighting for the only thing he’s never been able to buy, break, or control: Her. In a world built on lies, they’re each other’s only truth. And the deeper they fall, the more everything around them burns.