
BOUND TO KILL BOUND TO LOVE
A year ago, Jonathan walked away from Mia without an explanation, leaving her heart shattered. Now, she is forced into an arranged marriage with the same man who once loved her, only this time, neither of them knows the full truth behind the union.
To Jonathan, the marriage is a strategic move for business purposes. To the mafia, it is a transaction, and to Mia, it is a trap designed by the father who never loved her. Raised and mistreated by her stepmother and discarded by her own family, Mia is sent back into Jonathan's life as an entirely different person, hiding her true identity as the daughter of a powerful mafia lord.
But Mia is not as powerless as they believe. She is intelligent and already entangled in a dangerous secret-Collins, her hidden lover and a loyal mafia enforcer who will stop at nothing to keep her for himself. As old feelings resurface and buried betrayals come to light, love turns into a battlefield.
Caught between two men, two worlds, and a past that refuses to stay buried, Mia must decide whether love is worth risking her life, or if breaking free will cost her everything.
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Chapter 5
Mia's pov
Morning came quickly, almost too fast and it felt like the sun rose first on this part of the world. I freshened up, slid into a sundress and stepped out of the room.
"Good morning Mrs. Mysterio.." each staff member I walked past greeted, their heads hanging low.
For the first time in my life, I was respected. Even though the respect was still tied to Jonathan. The sweet smell of food grazed my nostrils and I found my way to the dining area.
Breakfast was already served and I pulled a chair out for myself. I didn't bother to ask whether Jonathan would be joining because I knew if he wanted to, he would have been here before me.
So I served myself and ate alone... in silence. A part of me slowed down, maybe he'll have a change of heart and come down for breakfast. But even after I spent almost an hour on scrambled egg and toast, he didn't show up.
The meal was simple and yet sumptuous. I ate to my fill and left the dining area in silence. My phone buzzed again and the same unsaved number dropped another message.
"Don't forget, 48 hours" the text read simply. I stared at it blankly, my face bland and expressionless. I hadn't even gotten used to being married and Collins was already bombarding me with tasks like I was some newly launched killer robot.
The morning was slow and quiet. Nothing like the noisy mansion I was used to. No sound of Elena's screeching voice barking orders at everyone, or my father throwing vases across the room because someone didn't do their work well.
This place was different. Everyone moved in silence, maids talked in hushed tones. Even the birds in the sky seemed to know that there was a volume limit to their chirping.
I walked through the halls slowly, mastering every turn, every door, every corridor. Until I slid through the back and walked through the hallway on the right side. Jonathan's side of the house.
He forbade me from coming here, but I have a mission and the earlier I get this done, the faster I leave this place.
I walked deeper into the hallway, mastering every door I walked past. Until something caught my attention... a flickering light above me. Surveillance cameras!
"Shit!"
I quickly turned around and strutted back to where I was coming from. I didn't need Jonathan to notice I was lurking around and I certainly didn't want to raise any suspicions.
When I got to my door, I pushed it open and slammed it shut behind me, leaning on it until I could steady my breath.
"For goodness' sake, how did I not think of surveillance cameras?" I whined as I tossed my phone on the bed and pulled my hair up.
I paced back and forth in my room, trying to convince myself that Jonathan won't be checking those footages anytime soon and even if he does, I'll just tell him I was curious and wanted to know what the entire mansion looked like.
My mind steadied and I picked my phone back up, adjusted my dress and left the room again. This time, I strolled out of the house and into the garden. The flowers caught my attention when I got closer and as I stood in front of the fountain, I noticed there were more flowers I was allergic to.
Jonathan knows I'm allergic to these flowers... actually he knows that Sophia is allergic to them so why does he have them in abundance? Was he trying to repel me if I ever wanted to pay him a visit?
A chortle escaped my lips and I shook my head as I walked away from them.
"Too bad you won't see what's coming.." I muttered and continued my stroll around the house. I noted some blind spots in my head and some corners that led to other rooms in the house.
The back was heavily guarded, but the corners of the house were left unprotected. In a normal setting, those were the best spots to infiltrate. But knowing who Jonathan is and the way he thinks, that's the first place he'd check if something didn't sit right with him.
I literally spent the entire day getting familiar with the guards on duty and mastering their off hours. I knew how many cameras were in the living room, in the corridors, in the hallways and in front of Jonathan's room. But there was none by his study.
Minutes stretched into hours and my stomach grumbled for food. I walked back into the house for lunch but my shoulders grazed someone.
"I'm sorry.." I muttered but he didn't look back. He just kept walking like I didn't even exist. Something in me twisted.. for a moment, I felt pain I didn't know still lived inside me.
Does this mean that the love he had for me wasn't strong enough for him to recognize me underneath this mask? Was I so irrelevant to him?
Most importantly, why do I still feel something for him? I watched his back until he got into his car and drove off. Not a single word said to me, but his action was like adding salt to an injury my father had reopened.
I took a deep breath, swallowed my emotions and walked straight to my room. I didn't even feel hungry anymore. Now that he wasn't home, an idea crossed my mind. This might be my only chance to get into his study and see if there was anything useful I could get.
So I changed into a black dress and folded my hair into a bun. I grabbed my phone and walked stealthily through the hall, making little to no noise with my steps until I got to his study.
I wasted no time in front of the door and just pushed it open, sliding in through the little opening to avoid making any creaking noise.
The study was dark, the only source of light being the little crack in the ceiling. I turned my phone on and scanned through the room, the smell of burned cigarette and alcohol filled the air.
Since when does Jonathan smoke? I thought to myself as I stared at the stubs smoked halfway and dumped in the ashtray.
"This isn't why I'm here.." I warned myself as I leaned over his desk and pulled compartments out. A few folders stared at me, unnamed. I flipped through the pages, all I could see were staff names, salaries paid and salaries owed.
I grunted in disappointment as I tossed the folder back into the drawer. I honestly didn't expect things to be easy for me, so I kept looking until I saw his laptop laying on the sofa.
I picked it up and flipped it open, my hands rested on the keyboard as I tried to guess the password. I tried old codes... like our anniversary, his birthday, mine, a combination of the two..
Nothing worked. I sighed and closed my eyes to think of something else, but the sound of a car pulling over interrupted me.
I quickly put the laptop back where I saw it and darted out of the room, moving through the back until I came out to the left side of the house. But then something hit me...
Why was it so easy for me to open his study?
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7.3
I was tracing the gold paint on my own tombstone when a hand tapped me on the shoulder.
It was Clayton.
The same man who, five years ago, had left me bleeding out in a ditch because he didn't want to be late for my sister's engagement party.
"Die quietly, Ivy," he had said over the phone before hanging up.
Now, standing over my grave, he dropped his cheap plastic flowers in shock.
"Ivy? You're... we buried you."
They hadn't buried me.
They had buried an empty box to save face, mourning a "troubled" daughter they had actually discarded like broken trash the moment I became a liability.
Clayton's shock quickly turned to that familiar, arrogant anger.
He accused me of faking my death for attention.
He told me I was sick for putting the family through such pain.
He even reached out to grab my arm, intending to drag me back to my father to apologize.
"You're coming with me," he spat. "You owe us an explanation."
But he made a fatal mistake.
He thought he was talking to Ivy Dillard, the soft girl who cried when she skinned her knees.
He didn't notice the town car waiting at the curb, or the man stepping out of it.
Before Clayton's fingers could graze my coat, a hand made of steel caught his wrist.
Collin Richardson, the most feared Capo in Chicago, stepped between us.
"Touch my wife again," Collin whispered, his voice promising violence. "And you lose the hand."
I smiled at the terror draining the color from Clayton's face.
I didn't come back from the dead to explain myself.
I came back to bury them.

7.1
"Don't tease me again or else you really want it. There are no safe words in my bed."
He is rumored to know a thousand ways to disarm and pleasure a woman, and I am Olivia, the nymphomaniac.
In a quest for revenge against my childhood bullies, I got locked into an unhappy marriage, with an untamed brother-in-law. Colt Fletcher, the morally-grey, rebel biker is ever excited by danger and prefers life on the edge. And from the moment he laid eyes on me, I became his forbidden want.
I should know better, to steer clear of deadly desires like these but when fate forces us to live under the same roof, share the same boardroom, and every accidental touch burns, my resolve begins to collapse.
But scandals don't stay buried, and my husband is the devil. The price of this betrayal is death. I must choose between my husband who owns my name, and his brother who owns my body.

9.5
"My father sold me to a sixty-year-old monster to clear his gambling debts. So, I made a desperate gamble of my own."
Seventeen-year-old Isabella Rossi has two choices: become the broken plaything of a sadistic mafia Capo, or do the unthinkable. She chooses the latter. Sneaking into a high-end speakeasy, she slips an aphrodisiac into the whiskey of the deadliest man in New York—Damien Falcone, the ruthless Underboss of the Falcone family.
Her plan was simple: steal his seed, secure his protection, and run.
But you don’t drug a predator and expect to walk away.
When Damien wakes up, he doesn’t kill her. Instead, he claims her.
"You intercepted a delivery meant for my enemy. Turns out, it was you. Now, you are my Collateral."

7.1
For seven years, I was the architect of my fiancé's criminal empire and the strategist behind his every move. I was Dante Gallo’s unofficial Consigliere, his partner in everything but name. Tomorrow, I was finally supposed to marry him and take my place as the queen to his throne.
But on the eve of our wedding, a single text message sent by mistake detonated my life. It was a photo from Dante, showing a platinum wedding band on his hand. The message read: “Married this morning. She’s safe now.”
My gaze fell to the engagement ring on my own finger. It was the identical band, just smaller. The engraved initials ‘D.I.’ didn’t stand for Dante and I. They stood for Dante and Isabella—his childhood sweetheart. My entire relationship was a lie; I was just a shield to protect his one true love.
He dismissed my discovery as a "tantrum." Then, his new bride began taunting me, sending a picture of them tangled in bedsheets with the caption: "Loser." They expected me to break. They thought I would shatter.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were. I forwarded the picture to Isabella’s fiancé, a man far more dangerous than Dante. "Your fiancée is in Suite 8808 at the Grand Hyatt," I told him. "I'll meet you downstairs. We're going to crash their party."

8.5
went to sleep a nobody. I woke up a Queen.
One night I was just a broke, exhausted college girl. The next, I opened my eyes in silk sheets, with strangers bowing and calling me Luna Queen. The face in the mirror is mine. The body is mine. But the life isn't. The bruises on my wrists tell a story I don't remember, and the King I'm bound to doesn't love me-he loathes me.
They whisper that his mistress rules the palace. They say the Queen was weak. Silent. Broken. But that was before me.
Now I must survive a palace that wants me dead, a King whose touch burns as much as it scars, and a kingdom waiting for me to fail. The old Luna Queen bowed to cruelty.
I am not her.
And if this King thinks I'll kneel, he's about to learn what a true Queen is made of.

7.2
Emily wakes up to cries and screams one fateful day, unaware that her life is about to take a ride even she cannot fathom.
She eventually finds out she is mated not just to her best friend, but also to the bastard responsible for the misfortune that befell her pack.
...
Excerpt from the story.
"I don't know why the Moon Goddess paired you both with me. I find it more of a curse than a blessing." Alpha Leo paused to look at both our faces, his expression void of feeling of any kind.
"I, Alpha Leo Woods of Dark Moon pack, on this day, reject you, Emily Langston and Reece Emilio of Greyhound pack," His face morphed into a mocking glare. "A pack that no longer exists,"
I heard many in the crowd chuckle. "...as my mates! Hereafter, you both mean nothing to me and are just ordinary slaves in captivity."
So...what's next?
You'll find out only after diving into this masterpiece.
And of course, there's more than six spicy scenes, in case you're a fan of that. :)