A Marriage with the Mafia Prince

Alyssa Hart is out of options. Drowning in medical debt, with her mother's life hanging in the balance, she's desperate for a solution. When an unexpected email offers her an interview at the mysterious Valentino Enterprises, she doesn't hesitate. But what she walks into isn't a job opportunity... it's a marriage contract. The powerful and feared Valentino Crime family needs a wife for their heir, Stephano Valentino. Cold, ruthless, and utterly uninterested in love, Stephano has discarded every woman his parents have introduced him to. They don't expect Alyssa to be any different. The deal is simple: marry Stephano, bear his heir, and in two years, she'll be free, with enough money to ensure her mother's survival. There's only one rule: this is not a real marriage. Stephano can do as he pleases, but Alyssa is bound to him alone. She should hate him. He gives her every reason to. But the longer she stays, the more she begins to see through the cracks in his armour. Beneath his icy exterior is something broken, something she can't help but want to fix. And Stephano, who swore he would never care, finds himself drawn to the woman he was never meant to love. But in their world, love is a weakness, and breaking the rules always comes with a price...

Chapters

Chapter 1

A L Y S S A

Desperation makes people do crazy things.

But never did I think I would find myself in this position.

Allow me to take you back to the beginning.

Here I am, sitting in the dark, laptop laid out in front of me, watching the screen flicker back at me as if it's mocking me, being the only light source in my shoebox apartment. The walls feel closer every night, as if reminding me that this is no better than a cage. My neighbours fight through them, laugh through them, live through them, while I just sit here... scrolling through job listings like a machine that's out of batteries.

I've been at this for hours, to the point where my eyes sting. The longer I search for a job, the more every listing feels like the same wall of disappointment. Too high qualifications with degrees and certificates I don't have. I never had the privilege of going to university like I always wanted. The best I could do was online courses in business admin, graphic design, digital media, that sorta thing.

So it's clear to me that in a competitive pool of applicants, I'm not enough...

But unfortunately, I have to be, I have to find something.

Mom's hospital bills are due. Again. They were due last week, actually, but I had to beg them for an extension. One more week, I said. One more chance... And the nurse on the phone... her voice was soft, almost kind, but not enough to hide the edge of finality when she told me they couldn't keep Mom's room forever. How do you respond to that? To someone reminding you that your mother's life is tied to the amount of money you don't have?

Her chronic illness is hard to treat, and we don't have the resources to get her the help she needs to get well again. The local hospitals are doing what they can, and even that is way too expensive...

I huff sharply and shake the thoughts away.

I can't think about it. Not the machines breathing for her. Not the doctors whispering words like "low chance" and "quality of life" when they think I'm not listening. My stomach twists at the thought, and I press my fingers into my temples, like I can stop the panic from clawing its way up my throat. Think, Alyssa. There has to be something. Some miracle job, some open door I just haven't noticed yet...

And then...

Ping.

The sound makes me jump. My inbox lights up with a new message. I glance at it, expecting the usual junk: spam, discounts, someone trying to sell me another streaming service I can't afford. But it's something else entirely, making my eyes freeze on the subject line:

Interview Invitation – Valentino Enterprises.

My first thought: scam.

It has to be.

I never applied to Valentino Enterprises. Didn't even think about applying. People like me don't work for companies like that. They're too... prestigious, too untouchable... even the qualifications for a receptionist or assistant are way too high.

Still, I click. Because what else do I have to lose?

Dear Miss Hart,

We are pleased to invite you for an interview at our main office tomorrow at 10 AM sharp. Please confirm your attendance. We look forward to hearing from you.

- Mrs. Valentino

The Mrs Valentino?

Meaning one of the co-owners of the company?

That's it. No job description, no mention of my resume. Just a time, a place, and a signature.

My skin prickles with chills, like the red flags are practically waving themselves in my face. This isn't how interviews work. This isn't how anything works. And why would Mrs Valtenino reach out to me herself? That woman and her husband are filthy rich; I'm sure she has people to handle interviews for her. So why reach out herself...

No, of course, this is a scam. I should delete it and pretend I never saw it. Something like this is too good to be true.

But then my eyes land on the stack of medical bills spilling across the kitchen table, to the top envelope that is already stamped in red: FINAL NOTICE. $8,830. My purse sits nearby, a receipt sticking out from the side; the refill for Mom's meds. Just that one bag of pills cost more than I made in two weeks at the café.

And suddenly my hand is trembling.

What if it is true...

Before I can talk myself out of it, I begin typing out an email in response, shaking my head a few times with my heart racing in my chest.

Dear Mrs Valentino

Thank you for reaching out. I appreciate your offer. I will see you tomorrow. Looking forward to meeting you as well.

- Alyssa Hart

It's brief, but the message is clear. Tomorrow I will be meeting Mrs Valentino...

What's the worst that can happen?

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9.5

Forged in His Shadows

9.5

Clara Vance sacrificed her career and freedom to protect her blind sister, eventually becoming a clandestine forger. Her life is upended when a botched deal attracts the attention of Julian Thorne, a lethal syndicate leader. To ensure her sister’s safety, Clara must submit to Julian’s absolute authority. As she enters his world, she finds that the true threat is not just his power, but her own burgeoning and dangerous attraction to him.

Billionaire Mafia Romance

8.0

His Fake Heir, My Undeniable Power

8.0

After fifteen years of marriage and a brutal battle with infertility, I finally saw two pink lines on a pregnancy test. This baby was my victory, the heir that would finally secure my place as the wife of mob capo Marco Vitiello. I planned to announce it at his mother's party, a triumph over the matriarch who saw me as nothing but a barren field. But before I could celebrate, my friend sent me a video. The headline read: "MOB CAPO MARCO VITIELLO'S PASSIONATE NIGHTCLUB KISS!" It was him, my husband, devouring a woman who looked like a younger, fresher version of me. Hours later, Marco stumbled home, drunk and reeking of another woman's perfume. He complained about his mother begging him for an heir, completely unaware of the secret I held. Then my phone lit up with a text from an unknown number. "Your husband slept with my girl. We need to talk." It was signed by Dante Moretti, the ruthless Don of our rival family. The meeting with Dante was a nightmare. He showed me another video. This time, I heard my husband's voice, telling the other woman, "I love you. Elara... that's just business." My fifteen years of loyalty, of building his empire, of taking a bullet for him-all dismissed as "just business." Dante didn't just reveal the affair; he showed me proof that Marco was already stealing our shared assets to build a new life with his mistress. Then, he made me an offer. "Divorce him," he said, his eyes cold and calculating. "Join me. We'll build an empire together and destroy him."

Mafia Modern Romance

7.6

Not Just A Nanny: The Genius Returns

7.6

I spent five years as the perfect wife to Easton Harrington, smoothing his midnight-blue ties and fading into the wallpaper of his massive estate. I thought I was the heart of our family, but I was really just a ghost in a sensible beige dress. The illusion shattered at a charity gala when Easton’s "family friend," Georgina, appeared in a gown that matched his suit perfectly. While they basked in the flashbulbs as a golden couple, I was literally pushed into the velvet ropes by a cameraman. No one noticed. Then my four-year-old son, Holt, slapped my hand away in front of the city's elite. "Don't touch me! You're not my mom, you're just the nanny. Daddy said so." The room went silent, but Easton didn't defend me. He just looked annoyed that I was causing a scene, making a sharp shooing motion for me to take the boy away. Beside him, Georgina feigned shock while her eyes crinkled in pure amusement. I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was a placeholder. They had stripped me of my dignity and even my child's love, treating my five years of devotion like a temporary staff position. I didn't scream. I just slid off the Harrington heirloom ring, tossed it into a fountain, and walked out into the night. Easton thinks I’m a penniless housewife who won’t last a week without his credit cards. He doesn't know that I’m Dr. Althea Morrison, the "prodigy" researcher his company has been begging to hire. I'm not asking for alimony, and I'm not begging for a second chance. I’m returning to the lab to build an empire that will bring his to its knees.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.4

Seducing The Mafia's Lord Stepbrother

8.4

"I break everything I touch,bunny. What makes you think you're going to be any different?" "Cause I'm already broken, Mr Moretti." ••••••• Amy Baker's life had hit a dead end for years. Surviving from hand to mouth through multiple part-time jobs and coming back home to her gambling addict boyfriend. On what was supposed to be their five year anniversary he sold her to pay his debts to one the country's deadliest Mafia, a man who sent shivers in the underworld. Finding herself in the web of Antonio Moretti, Amy has two choices to remain a timid prey or evolve to a predator herself. To break or be broken.

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7.3

She Cheated With A Pawn: The King's Wrath

7.3

My wife, Elena, walked into the Grand Boardroom and placed a possessive hand on her lover's chest. Julian, a low-level associate I’d only hired as a favor to her, sat in my chair with his muddy boots on the polished mahogany table. He blew smoke in my face and laughed. "You're just a figurehead now, Dante. The Syndicate belongs to Elena. And since I'm the one keeping her happy at night, it belongs to me too." Elena looked at me with cold eyes, delivering the ultimate betrayal without a shred of remorse. "I'm pregnant, Dante. It's Julian's. We need the Moretti name for the baby, so sign the transfer papers and leave." She believed the power of attorney documents I signed while delirious with fever had given her my empire. She thought the mercenaries standing behind her were loyal to her checkbook. She truly believed she could fire a Don like a mid-level manager caught stealing office supplies. But she didn't know that in our world, loyalty isn't bought with stolen money. And she certainly didn't know what was actually in the leather folder she was holding. I looked at the traitor and the rat, feeling a strange, lethal sense of calm. "You want to talk about papers?" I tossed the real file onto the table, watching their smiles falter. "You didn't sign a transfer of power, Elena. You signed a Renunciation of Protection." I signaled my Enforcers, and the room exploded into motion. "Now," I said, staring at Julian's terrified face. "Let's see how much the streets respect you without my name."

Mafia Modern Romance

A Marriage with the Mafia Prince

Chapter 1

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