Mafia's contract: Bound by Contract

Aiden Armstrong, CEO of skylight group and boss of the Dark Flood mafia, has a dark fetish for virgins-an obsession that leads him to Avery Kingston. He was in need of a wife in order to get control of his grandfather's legacy. The Kingston's offered him a proposal, one where both sides benefits. He gets a wife to keep his inheritance and a virgin who was just his type in exchange for a huge sum to aid the Kingston's escape bankruptcy. Avery, forced into marriage with Aiden, an unknown dangerous looking handsome fellow by her family, soon discovers the journal of her husband's fetish and catches him cheating. She becomes a different and better version of herself vowing to get back at all who had wronged her. As she builds herself and takes revenge, she finds more secrets about her family, her mom's death and Aiden's past. Amidst disappointments, plots for revenge and abduction of Avery, Aiden discovers he had fallen in love with her but is it seemed to be a little too late until they were both placed in a situation that was to end both their lives but turned out to be a moment for truth, reconciliation, love and fresh start.

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Chapter 1

Life has been quite busy and weird since Father died, leaving Grandpa's legacy at the hands of no one. I have to deal with my company, my cartel and the family business. I have gotten extra responsibilities I never really prepared

for. My ringtone snapped me out of my thoughts. I got a proposal from the Kingston's. A virgin bride in exchange for money. I'll get something I enjoy and fix my inheritance issue. Of course I agreed. I had to be there in an hour.

"Stephan, you know what to do; get rid of the bodies. Make it shine. Simon, find out who sent them."

"Yes, Boss."

"Be fast about it, Stephan; you're coming with me. I have a bride to claim."

"A bride but-"

"Don't even think about it. You know I hate being questioned." I gave my gun one more swipe; I love a shiny gun.

"Perfect." Then I gave it a kiss and returned it to my suit pocket.

"Done, Boss." Santos, my right hand, said as he hurried back.

"Good. We're heading to the Kingston's. Ruddy, drive as fast as you can." I love

the excitement that came with hurry-speed. We arrived at the Kingston's. I was made to wait for quite some time and I was beginning to lose my

patience. Do these people know they're playing with fire? I turned to signal my right hand, but I noticed Mrs. Kingston had brought the girl; she was standing right next to me.

"Look at me." I wanted to see her face. She was looking away as if she was scared or shy. "I hate repeating myself. Look at me now!" She was startled. She looked at me immediately with tears and fear in her eyes.

"Good. You look even prettier in person." I looked at the marriage officiant, "You may begin."

"Excuse me, I know nothing about what's going on here, and I don't want to be part of any of this." The voice came from the tiny, innocent-looking girl beside me.

AVERY'S POV

"Let go of me! Let go. Just leave me alone." They were gone. Why the hell was I tied up and locked in here? My voice ached from screaming, no one could hear me. "Somebody help! please,

anybody." No one seemed to be around to help me. It started to rain, strange because I was locked up in a sealed room with no windows, but it was raining in here. How?

I opened my eyes; it was all a dream. I had been out all night, and this morning, when it began to rain, the butler helped me get inside. I am Avery

Kingston, blonde, with freckles across my nose, fair-skinned and petite. I am the daughter of Vicente Kingston, one of the richest men in New York, but I'm treated like an alien. It's my birthday today, and the night before, I was forced to sleep outside like a dog, and my father did nothing. I just have to find a way to escape them. Letting my tears fall, I whispered to my mom even

though I knew she couldn't hear me.

"Mom, you know I need you now. Why did you leave me? If only you had just taken me with you." I fell into a deep sleep immediately after I rested my head back on my pillow.

"Here, I brought food for you."

"Thank you so much, Mr Brutus, I'm starving."

"You don't have to thank me, my dear. I just wish I could do more for you. Get some rest." Mr Brutus was about to leave but stopped immediately.

"I almost forgot! Happy birthday, Miss. I wish all your wishes come true." With that, he left. I whispered my thank you even though I knew he couldn't hear me.

The sound of thunder brought me back to reality. I had gotten inside with Mr Brutus' help and now, silly dreams won't let me be. I'm dreaming of food now? Soon there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?"

I feared it was my stepmom. Had she noticed I had snuck back in?

"Miss, you have to open up. It's urgent your family have some kind of plan, I don't know."

"Mr Brutus?" I opened up immediately. He looked worried. "You have to leave this house. I overheard your father's and stepmom's conversation. They plan to get you married to some dangerous person for money. I might be wrong, but you should take cover first."

Everything sounded weird; my head became heavy while my heart pounded heavily in my chest. "It can't be..."

"I'm not certain. Take this." He handed me money he must have been saving for something important.

"You're like a daughter to me. I want you safe, so take this money and go far away from here. As far as possible."

"I will, thank you but the money... it's too much. I can't-"

"You can and you will. Now hurry!" I didn't bother packing my clothes. I wanted to get away as soon as possible.

Just when I was about to head to the stairs when I saw my stepmom and sister; they seemed to be looking for me. I hid

in the corner immediately.

"She's not outside; I didn't let her in

either. Where could she have gone?"

"Maybe she sneaked in. "Mom, don't

worry, we'll find her."

"Don't ask me not to worry. Do you

know who Mr Armstrong is? We'll be

dead if he thinks we're playing him."

"That bad? Get people to look for her.

Have you told Dad?"

"Your father will kill me if he finds out.

He wasn't really in support of this

because of how dangerous Mr Armstrong is. I assured him everything was going to go as planned. I messed up; I should not have made her sleep outside last night."

What Mr Brutus said was true... My heart ached. My own father agreed to this. I have to escape before they get people searching for me. I immediately sent a message to my friend Kiesha. She'd promised to come visit me today since it's my birthday.

"I need your help. Come pick me up; I'm trying to escape."

She replied with a, "It's about time! I'm on my way."

I managed to get outside the door without getting noticed. I caught sight of Kiesha's car, and I ran as fast as I could to get to her. I opened the gate, but I felt something cold behind my head.

"Move and I'll shoot." My body went

still.

"Avery!!! Let her go, you bastard!" My friend Kiesha couldn't stop screaming as she tried to get to me.

"Get her friend too; she's in time for the

celebration." That was my evil stepmother.

"No! Leave Kiesha out of this; I'll do as

you wish."

"Fine. Let the girl go."

"Take the back door; Mr Armstrong has arrived. Serena, make sure she gets dressed. We don't want to keep Mr Armstrong waiting." Just then I saw the convoy. He must be filthy rich and probably very bad. My stepmother would never give me something good.

Thirty minutes later, I was forced out to

the living room that had been

decorated. There was a man that looked

like an official; in front of him was a

table with papers. Just beside the table sat another man. He had this aura about him. He sat with his legs crossed

and a hand on the table.

"Move, you little swine. You've kept Mr

Armstrong waiting for way too long.The sooner you marry him, the better."

"Marry?" I was pulled by my stepmother to stand right next to the

man sitting.

AIDEN'S POV

Such boldness from such a petite creature. Of course I know she had no knowledge of this. I was going to reply to my bride when Mrs Kingston gave her a slap across her pretty face; her face reddened, and all I saw was red.

"What did you just do?" I spelt out every word bit by bit through gritted teeth.

"I was trying to put some sense into her.

She's―"

"Shut the hell up! Nobody touches

what's mine."

I signalled for Stephan.

"Teach her a lesson."

"Yes, sir. What do you suggest?"

I have no idea. I'll leave it to him to decide.

"Think of something, Stephan." Stephan nodded and dragged her out while she and her brat of a daughter screamed.

The way she grew silent when my man signalled to keep quiet with a gun. I don't know why I got angry when Mrs. Kingston hit Avery, but for some reason, I want to protect Avery from these

people.

Deep down, I knew I wasn't any better.

When I turned, I saw Avery staring at me. What was she thinking?

Continue to next part

My husband, a Mafia Underboss, built me a perfect life. I was the Chief Resident at a top hospital, the accomplished Dr. Falcone. But my world shattered when a woman brought her four-year-old son to my clinic. The boy had a rare genetic allergy—one that runs only in my family. On his intake form, his father’s name was listed as "Emilio Thomas," my husband's secret middle name. Then, my husband’s voice came through the woman’s phone, and I saw him pick them up from my office window, a perfect, secret family. That night, at our family's most important gala, the boy ran up to me, screaming, "You're the bad lady trying to take my daddy away!" The crowd turned on me, whispering that I was the other woman. On the boy's wrist was the custom bracelet I gave my husband on our first anniversary. When I reached for it, Emilio shoved me. I hit my head on a table, and a sharp pain ripped through my abdomen as blood soaked my dress. I lost the baby I didn't even know I was carrying—the legitimate Moretti heir. My husband turned his back on me, leaving with his other family as I bled on the ballroom floor. He never visited me in the hospital. His mistress, Hayden, did. She gloated that she’d planned it all, and that Emilio swore he'd never have another child after their son was born. I was just a barren, placeholder wife. But this was more than a betrayal; it was a declaration of war. That night, I stared at two pink lines on a pregnancy test I’d taken before the gala. I was six weeks pregnant with the true Moretti heir, and now, I had a weapon.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.1

BOUND TO KILL BOUND TO LOVE

7.1

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.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.5

Breaking Free from Lies

9.5

Elena’s life is shattered when she discovers her husband, Julian, is a ruthless mafia kingpin who built their marriage on deception. Trapped in a world of violence and secrets, she realizes the man she loved was merely a mask for a cold-blooded criminal. As Julian’s enemies close in, Elena must navigate a dangerous game of betrayal to regain her freedom. Can she escape his dark obsession, or will the weight of his lies bury her forever?

Mafia Modern Romance

9.6

DANGEROUS CRAVINGS: SINFULLY TANGLED WITH MY STEPBROTHER

9.6

Ezran Williamson never asked for a new family, especially not one that comes with a stepbrother he can't stand. At twenty-one, Ezran is sharp-tongued, rebellious, and determined to graduate and build a future in programming on his own terms. But when his mother remarries a powerful businessman, his carefully controlled life collides with Lucian Banks, his cold, dominant, and dangerously untouchable stepbrother. Successful, older, and infuriatingly composed, Lucian is everything Ezran hates. Slowly, hatred turns into tension, tension becomes chemistry, and chemistry ignites something neither of them is prepared to face. What begins as resistance slowly unravels into a forbidden obsession, one that defies family, morality, and control. As secrets surface and pressure mounts, Ezran and Lucian are forced to choose between duty and desire, legacy and love, because some feelings don't fade and some obsessions are worth every consequence.

Action LGBT+Mafia Modern

8.8

El hijo de la reina de la mafia

8.8

As the only heir to a powerful criminal matriarch, Leo lives under the weight of a dangerous legacy. His world of violence and duty is disrupted when he crosses paths with a woman who challenges his loyalty to the family business. Amidst brutal power struggles and high-stakes betrayals, Leo must navigate a treacherous path where love and bloodshed collide. Can he protect his heart while surviving the cutthroat reality of the underworld?

Action Mafia Romance

7.6

He Faked Death, I Married The Don

7.6

I was arranging white lilies on the cold marble of my husband's grave when I saw a ghost. Walking through the cemetery gates was a man who looked exactly like my dead husband, Dante. Logic said it was his twin brother, Matteo. But a wife knows the slope of a man's shoulders. She knows the arrogant tilt of his chin. My husband hadn't been blown up in a car bomb three years ago. He had faked his death to steal his brother's rank, his fortune, and his mistress. For three years, I had forced our son, Leo, to kiss a photograph goodnight. We lived in a damp, peeling apartment, surviving on the "charity" of the Family. Meanwhile, Dante was living in a mansion, driving cars that cost more than my life, playing house with another woman. When he came to our cramped apartment to drop off the monthly "pension" money, pretending to be Uncle Matteo, he didn't look at me with love. He looked at his watch. When Leo ran to hug him, shouting "Papa," Dante peeled the boy's small arms off his expensive suit like he was removing a piece of lint. "Don't call me that," he snapped. "I am your Uncle." My grief turned into ice. He chose another woman's comfort over his own son's hunger. I grabbed Leo's hand and walked out the door. "You walk away, and you get nothing!" Dante shouted after me. "You'll be on the street!" I didn't stop. I walked straight to the black SUV idling at the curb. The window rolled down, revealing Salvatore Vitiello. The Don. The most lethal man in the city. "Get in, Elena," he commanded. I opened the door and slid onto the leather seat next to the devil himself. As we drove away, leaving my husband in the dust, I realized I had just traded a liar for a killer. And I didn't regret it for a second.

Mafia Modern Romance

Mafia's contract: Bound by Contract

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