IDNAPPED ON WEDDING DAY AND BONDED TO THE MAFIA KING
e didn't come to stop my wedding to Daniel. He came to claim me for himself.
One moment I was walking toward "I do" - toward Daniel, my safe, predictable future. Next, his men stormed the church, and I was dragged from the altar in my lace dress, veil torn, dreams shattered. I became the prize of the most dangerous man in the city.
Eric Moretti. The Mafia King. Cold eyes. Sinful mouth. Hands that have ended lives... and now own mine.
"Daniel can't protect you," he growled against my ear that first night, locking me in his penthouse. "He never could. But me, Seraphina? I'll owe you. Cherish you. Destroy anyone who looks at you twice. You're mine now."
I fought him. I screamed. I clawed.
He pinned my wrists above my head and showed me exactly what resistance costs.
But somewhere between the silk sheets and the dangerous midnight confessions, hate began to blur with something far more terrifying-need. His touch sets my skin on fire. His voice commands my pulse. And when he looks at me like I'm the only light in his dark world, I forget Daniel's name. I forget I was ever meant to be someone else's bride.
"I should let you go," he admits one night, lips trailing down my throat. "Send you back to your safe little life with Daniel. But I'm a selfish bastard. And you... You've gotten under my skin, Bella."
But in his world, love is a death sentence. Enemies circle. Betrayal festers. And when they come for him, they'll have to go through me-the bride who stopped being a captive the moment I chose to stay.
They say the Mafia King has no heart. They're wrong. He gave it to me-and I'll burn this city down before I let anyone take it from him.me to add more tension between Eric and Daniel, or make Daniel a bigger threat?
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Chapter 3
The next few days were a psychological war.
Eric was everywhere and nowhere. I would catch him watching me from the balcony, his amber eyes following my every move as I paced the gardens. Gifts appeared in my room, copies of my favorite books, a sketchpad with charcoal pencils, and bouquets of lilies that filled the air with their sweet, heady scent.
"He is obsessed with you, Seraphina," his mother, Caterina, told me as she helped me into a fresh silk robe during one of her visits. Caterina was a striking woman, her silver hair pinned in an elegant chignon, her eyes the same amber as her son's. "My son has never looked at another woman. For him, you are the sun. And like the sun, you can either warm him or burn him to the ground."
"But why me?" I asked, my voice cracking. "I'm no one special."
Caterina smiled sadly. "To Eric, you are everything. He first saw you at fifteen, reading in Washington Square Park. You smiled at a stray dog and fed it your lunch. In his world of violence, that kindness was a beacon. He's protected you from afar, scaring off bad boyfriends, ensuring your father's business deals went smoothly when they could. But now, with Daniel's betrayal, he couldn't stay away."
Her words unsettled me. Protected me? It sounded romantic, but it felt like stalking. Yet, as I wandered the estate, I couldn't deny the pull toward Eric. His presence was a constant hum in my veins.
The peace was shattered at two in the morning on the fourth night.
A thunderous explosion rocked the house. The glass of my balcony doors shattered inward as a flash-bang grenade blinded me. I screamed, covering my head as figures in black swarmed the room.
"Get the asset!" a voice barked in Russian.
Rough hands grabbed me, dragging me from the bed. Panic surged among Volkov's men. They were here for the auction.
I kicked and clawed, but they were too strong. One pinned my arms, his breath hot against my neck. "The boss will enjoy breaking you."
The door to my suite flew open.
Eric stood there, bare-chested, his body a map of scars and dark ink. He held a submachine gun in one hand and a combat knife in the other. He looked less like a man and more like a vengeful demon.
The room erupted into gunfire. Eric moved with a lethal, fluid grace, a dance of death that left three men on the floor in seconds. He grabbed me by the waist, his arm a band of iron, and hauled me into the hallway.
"Stay behind me!" he roared.
He shielded my body with his own as we moved toward the safe room. Bullets whizzed past, one grazing his shoulder, spraying blood onto my white silk robe, but he didn't even flinch. He pinned me into the corner of the reinforced steel room, his chest heaving, his amber eyes searching mine for injury.
"Are you hurt?" he barked, his hands roaming over me, not possessively, but checking for wounds.
"You're bleeding, Eric!" I cried, reaching for his shoulder. The sight of his blood, warm and sticky, made my stomach twist.
He grabbed my hands, pinning them against the wall over my head. His skin was burning with adrenaline. "Let me bleed. As long as they didn't touch you. They came for the five-million-dollar prize, Seraphina. They think they can still collect on Daniel's deal."
His face was inches from mine. I could feel the heat radiating from his bare torso, the hard planes of his stomach pressing into me. My fear was being replaced by a terrifying, electric attraction. In the face of death, I didn't want to run. I wanted to crawl into his arms.
"Eric," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Thank you."
He released my hands, but didn't step back. His breath fanned across my lips. "I would die for you, Seraphina. But I'd rather live for you."
The air between us crackled. I tilted my head, and our lips met in a kiss born of survival and desire. It was urgent, his mouth claiming mine with a hunger that made my toes curl. His hands slid down my sides, pulling me closer, and for a moment, the world outside, the gunshots, the shouts, faded away.
But the kiss was interrupted by more gunfire in the hall. Eric pulled back, his eyes fierce. "Stay here. I'll end this."
He left, and I huddled in the corner, the taste of him on my lips, my body alive with a mix of fear and longing.
The aftermath was chaos and interrogations. Eric returned bloodied but victorious. "It's over, for now."
His vulnerability in that moment drew me closer. We shared a quiet dinner, where he opened up about mafia traditions, the importance of family alliances through marriage, and the code of honor that bound him. "My world demands I marry within the families," he admitted. "But for you, I'd break it all."
That night, I expected him to come to me. After that kiss, after everything, surely he would. But he didn't. He kissed my forehead at my door and left me alone, confused and aching.
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8.0
On our wedding night, my Fated Mate, Alpha Cedric, left our bed to care for his mistress. He told me our marriage was just an obligation.
But the real betrayal came months later on a rooftop.
When Rogues demanded a trade, Cedric didn't hesitate. He chose to save Jayden because of her "heart condition," handing me—his pregnant wife—over to the killers.
"You are stronger," he said as he pushed me toward them.
I fell from the building. I survived, but our unborn pup didn't.
Instead of comfort, I woke up to handcuffs. Cedric believed Jayden’s lies that I staged the kidnapping for attention.
He threw me into the dungeon, shackling my wrists with silver cuffs that burned my flesh, while Jayden poisoned my food with wolfsbane.
He stripped me of my title and dignity, never realizing that the "fragile" woman he protected was the true monster.
He didn't know about the glowing rune on my chest counting down the seconds I had left. He didn't know I was the legendary White Wolf, and my time was up.
On my final night, I asked for one last ride on the Ferris wheel where we first met.
At midnight, as Cedric rushed back to the amusement park, he didn't find a body. He found only my empty clothes and a text message on the seat.
"Don't look for me, Cedric. I'm giving my wolf back to the moon."
As he watched the security footage, he finally saw me dissolve into stardust and ascend to the sky, leaving him alone in a world that suddenly felt too quiet.
8.6
"What do you think people would say if they found out you don't have a dick?" Christian asked, his voice low and dripping with seduction. His hand pressed firmly against my crotch, fingers exploring the flat, unfamiliar emptiness there. A devilish smirk curved his lips. "Or if they discovered these voluptuous breasts you've been hiding so well?"
A strangled moan slipped from my throat as his hand slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing over my hardened nipples, teasing them with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Which do you think they'd call you?" he murmured, eyes gleaming. "A boy with tits... or a dickless little fraud?"
I stared into his hungry blue eyes, words failing me.
"The term you're looking for is 'girl,'" came Xavier's smooth voice from the bathroom doorway. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze raking over me with open interest. "So tell me, little girl... what the hell is someone like you doing in an all-boys dorm?"
Christian's smirk widened. "She wants to be devoured by boys like us." His fingers gave my nipple one last firm pinch before he leaned in closer, breath hot against my ear. "And I'll be more than happy to give her a taste."
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.
7.3
She was sent to destroy him.
A man feared in the shadows, a mafia lord whose name alone commanded power and blood. Serafina Dunes had one mission: send Rapheal Dekoms to hell.
Murdered by her husband's mistress, Yuanita Serra was ripped from life before her time-only to be reborn as a missionier, and her first task was to kill Rapheal Dekoms. But fate had other plans. What was meant to be a deadly mission became a dangerous game of desire and hate, where every glance and every touch ignited a fire she couldn't control-and threatened to unravel everything he had ever built.
8.5
Aria had always been a driven, ambitious woman. As a rising star in the tech industry, she had no time for games or drama. Her relationship with Ethan, her longtime boyfriend, had been convenient but lackluster. That is, until the fateful night she caught him in bed with her childhood best friend, Jasmin.
Heartbroken and enraged, Aria confronted them both, demanding answers and explanations. Mark tried to manipulate her, but Aria was done listening. In a fit of anger and despair, she left with no destination in mind and ended up in a hotel bar, drowning her sorrows in an expensive whiskey. It was there that she first encountered Luca kings, a dangerous and handsome mafia boss.
But Aria's new life took a shocking turn when Luca revealed a dark secret: Her father, a powerful corporate executive, had been responsible for the death of Luca's mother. It was a brutal murder years ago, covered up by Aria's influential family.
Luca vowed revenge, and Aria found herself caught in the middle. She was torn between her loyalty to her family and the undeniable attraction she felt towards Luca. As the tension mounted, Aria knew that she would have to make a choice - one that would change the course of her life forever.
8.0
For five years, my husband kept me in a dog cage because he believed I murdered his fiancée, my stepsister Kinsley.
He stripped me of my dignity, my name, and my humanity, all to avenge a woman who wasn't even dead.
When Kinsley finally returned, alive and smiling, I thought my nightmare was over.
Instead, she framed me again.
Right in front of Courtland, she pushed my little brother down the stone steps of the estate.
I held my brother's broken body in the rain, screaming for help.
But Courtland just stood there, shielding Kinsley under his umbrella, looking at me with cold indifference.
He chose the monster over his wife.
That night, I realized love wasn't enough to save me.
So, I stood on the edge of the hospital roof and let gravity take me.
I wanted him to mourn. I wanted him to suffer. I wanted him to burn.
Three years later, at a gala in New York, the Ice King dropped his champagne glass.
He stared at me—the woman in the red dress, the fiancée of his rival.
I looked him dead in the eye and smiled like a stranger.
He cornered me later, his voice trembling with rage and obsession.
"Death is the only divorce in my world, Anastasia. And you are still very much alive."