
Once His Little Girl, Now His Proper Mafia Wife
"I was sold to a devil - a man who owned empires, destroyed lives, and believed love was weakness. That devil now owns me."
When 19-year-old Malissa is betrayed by her own father and sold to settle a mafia debt, she's forced into the cruel, mysterious world of Hayden Castellano - a ruthless mafia king known for his cold heart and blood-stained hands.
She's to serve as his slave. No rights. No freedom. No escape.
But Hayden didn't expect her fire. Her resistance. Her refusal to break.
As days turn into weeks, their war of wills turns into something else - something dangerous. Hayden becomes possessive. Obsessive. And just when Malissa starts to feel the pull of his tortured soul, she uncovers secrets that could cost her everything - including the truth about her own bloodline.
Because in Hayden's world, love doesn't save you.
It marks you for death.
"He said he owned me. He never expected I'd own his heart."
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Chapter 1
"Poor bride. She's been standing there for hours waiting for the groom," I heard a woman's whispering voice.
"It's truly so sad. I can't imagine how sad she's feeling," Another woman replied in a hushed tone.
"Do you think the groom has ditched her?" A man whispered in a low voice.
"That would be too sad. Please don't say that..." Another woman replied with what seemed to be genuine sadness in her voice.
I stood silently in front of the altar in a white wedding dress that was far too elegant for my tastes and far too heavy for my comfort. The overly high-heel shoes that I was wearing was starting to hurt my feet and my legs were starting to feel sore from standing still for too long.
I clenched and then unclenched my hands together for the hundredth time, or something along those lines since I had already lost count.
The sequined lace fabric of the dress that covered my arms in a long sleeve was itchy, not that anyone cared. I didn't choose this dress. I have never met my groom. I was in love with another man. Most of all, I didn't want to get married.
Yes. Me, Malissa Maxford is being forced into a contract marriage with the heir of the largest global mafia syndicate.
It was cold inside the white marble church; however, I was sweating in discomfort. I don't know how long I've been standing here just waiting for my future husband to arrive. It must have been at least a couple of hours and everyone else have gotten restless and anxious.
If this had been a wedding that I wanted, I would have felt so worried that the groom has not shown up. However, the truth is, I didn't care if he never shows up. Actually, it would be for the better for us all if he never showed up. Then the wedding would be called off and my grandmother and I can return to our normal and peaceful life.
I glanced sideway to see my frail and very sick granny sitting in a wheelchair with a nurse standing close behind her. I wish this wedding or whatever would be over quickly so that she can return to rest at the hospital. My grandmother was very old, and recently, I had discovered that she was very sick.
The doctors couldn't tell me how much longer she had left but even my untrained eye could tell that it wasn't very long.
"Where's the groom?" a man asked in a hush voice.
"Good questions. We've been waiting for almost three hours already..." another man replied before yawning.
"Shhhh...be quiet. The boss will kill you if he hears," another man hissed to the other two.
"Has someone found him yet?" another voice asked seriously.
"I sent a bunch of men from my squad already. It shouldn't take much longer..." someone else replied but I couldn't sense much conviction from his voice.
"Don't stare at the boss. He'll kill you if he sees you staring..." one of the men hissed.
"That's right. He's definitely not in a good mood," another one said with a sigh.
"What is that damn son of his doing?" the other said in a very soft whisper.
"Exactly, it's his wedding and he's not even here..." another man replied in agreement.
"That kid is supposed to take over after this father? What a rotten joke..." an old man spoke up.
"Not so loud, the boss will hear you..." the man next to him said in a hurry.
"If only his brother was still alive..." the old man continued without much care.
"Let's discuss this later. I hope he turns up soon...this church is fucking cold," one of the men said and I couldn't agree more. At least they were wearing suits, my arms were covered only with thin and see-through lace.
The old priest standing in front of me looked pale and stressed with what was going on. Poor old man, I wonder what he did to deserve this. He's been standing still for as long as I have, and his legs must be killing him at his age.
"Umm...perhaps we should postpone..." the old priest suggested hesitantly in a small voice.
"Shut up old man! I'll shoot you in the face!" the mastermind behind this whole wedding ordeal shouted at the top of his lungs.
Oh My God...is that a gun? It's a gun, right? It's real right?
My eyes widened in shock, and I wished that I could just disappear from this place. I must be stuck in a bad dream, I tried to convince myself as I closed my eyes. My body shook in fear. I looked over at my granny. Thankfully she had not died from a heart attack from the shock.
I opened my eyes, and my worst nightmare was confirmed. This was really happening, and I was not in a dream. The reality was that the most influential mafia boss was pointing a gun at the old priest. The mafia boss who had forced me into this contract marriage was red in the face and has resorted to threatening the priest with a gun.
The Torex mafia gang was bad news. When the boss told me Hayden's first name, I didn't need to ask for his last name. If he was heir to the Torex gang then his last name is simply: Torex.
The rumor has it that the man who established the Torex family changed in last name to Torex and name the gang the same way. All members of the Torex family and their members are supposed to have a wolf tattoo somewhere on their body. Once again, I didn't know if this rumor was true or not.
The Torex gang is world-famous and lived their lives above the law. Their business and evil deeds are common knowledge even to a normal person like me who had nothing to do with the mafia. Their business network spanned multiple continents and countries and involved businesses in many industries.
Some of their businesses were ran outwardly as a legal and successful conglomerate while others were completely underground.
I didn't know everything about their business, obviously, but what I, or the average person with eyes and ears, would know was that they had businesses in tourism, healthcare, and entertainment. Plus, all the other shady and illegal things that a mafia gang is supposed to be involved in such as human trafficking, drugs, casinos, arms trade, etc.
To be fair, no proof has ever been found of their illegal activities but that's probably the way they live above the law: by paying the law keepers.
Regardless of whether rumors were true or not, the Torex and all their members were bad news. As it happens, I'm about to marry one right now and non-other than the next heir to the Torex family. I didn't know where life would take me but never in my wildest dreams imagine that it would take me here.
Well, that is if the groom in question ever turns up which I pray that he never would...
--To be continued....
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Until one day, when everything shattered.
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Caught between danger and desire, will Casio and Whitney's connection become stronger, or will it crash and burn? Will it destroy them or make them unstoppable?

9.5
This is wrong Clark, Rachel is my sister." I said out of breath as he continued assaulting my neck with kisses.
"I don't care Eva, it's you I want and desire and not her."
"what will the world say??? what if she finds out about this Clark?? what then??" I asked with uncertainty.
"I want you and care only about you Eva and the world can go to hell!!! are you ready to hold my hand as we walk through this path together???"
"Clarkkkk."
"Answer me, Eva!! are you ready???"
Eva Mendes harbours a secret attraction for her sister's husband Clark Anderson and as she struggles with her guilt and shame, she finds herself drawn to Clark's confident nature despite the danger of ruining her sister's relationship and her own reputation.
As their desires intensify, they realize that their secrets and lies may ultimately lead to their downfall or will it???

9.4
My husband, the ruthless Underboss of the Ewing crime family, was terrified of one thing: his dead fiancée’s memory.
Or rather, her living sister, Ivana, who used that memory to turn my life into a living hell.
To "apologize" for humiliating me at a gala, Corbett brought me a peace offering: a green macaron.
"Pistachio," he promised. "Your favorite."
I took one bite, and my throat instantly seized. It felt like barbed wire tightening around my windpipe.
It wasn't pistachio. It was almond paste.
Corbett knew I was deadly allergic. He used to carry my EpiPen on our first dates.
As I collapsed to the floor, wheezing and clawing at my neck, a scream ripped from the guest wing.
"Corbett! Help! They're posting mean comments about me again!"
Ivana.
Corbett looked down at me, his dying wife, and then looked toward the hallway where Ivana was crying over Instagram.
He hesitated for only a second.
Then he pulled his leg away from my grasping hand.
"I'll be right back," he said, turning his back on me. "Just... use your pen."
He ran to comfort a healthy woman while I crawled across the carpet, vision tunneling, forcing the needle into my own thigh to restart my heart.
As I lay there shaking, listening to him soothe her, the last thread of love snapped.
I didn't call an ambulance.
I pulled a burner phone from behind the vanity mirror and texted the one man Corbett feared more than death—his rival, Don Kain Solomon.
"I accept. Get me out."

7.9
I stood by Franco for seven years.
I stayed with him from his days as a Brooklyn street enforcer until he became the Underboss of the Moretti family.
We promised to marry the day he fully took over the territory.
Until last month.
I saw Franco tangled up with someone else on the leather sofa of his safe house.
He said she was cold like ice and that the other woman knew exactly how to please a man.
He pinned her down.
I chose to walk away.
I heard the rumors later.
After I left.
Franco lost his mind.

7.5
In the Kingdom of Everspire, a celestial omen appears once every thousand years, the Blood Moon Prophecy. It chooses one woman to mate-bond with five Alpha wolves, each ruling a different pack. If she fails to unite them, the kingdom will fall to the Void Beasts that hunt in the shadows. This year, it chose me, and all five of my fated Alpha mates rejected our bond.
I was the packless wolfless orphan no one wants.
They don't know I'm the Silver Phantom, the realm's most feared masked rogue wolf who's slaughtered corrupt Alphas for a decade.
They don't know I'm the Last Moonblood, heir to the ancient Celestial Pack that was supposed to be exterminated. They don't know I'm a True Alpha-stronger than any wolf alive-who's mastered nine ancient powers: primal magic, battle strategy, healing arts, divine shifting, and more.
And they definitely don't know I'm the only one who can stop the Demon King of the Void from breaking through and destroying all shifter-kind.
The Crown Prince Alpha thought bonding with me would weaken his bloodline.
Now he corners me in the hallways, his voice low and desperate "You belong to me, Lysandra. At my side. In my bed. Under my protection. Your wolf calls to mine-don't you dare deny what burns between us."
The General Alpha believed I'd be a liability on the battlefield.
Now he drops to one knee before me after I ended a war he couldn't win, his eyes burning gold. "I was a god-damned fool. You're not just my mate. You're my Alpha. My equal in everything. I'll kill anyone who tries to take you from me. Say you'll stay."
The Grand Sorcerer Alpha was convinced I had no wolf, no power, nothing became obsessed. "Your power passes mine. You're Mine. I've searched centuries for a mate worthy of me, and you've been here all along. Don't you dare hide from me again."
The Merchant Heir Alpha called me forgettable. Now he traces the scars on my face like they're sacred. "I was blind and stupid. You're the most exquisite creature I've ever seen. Let me spend eternity proving I'm worthy of you. Let me worship you the way I should have from the moment we met."
The Shadow Guardian Alpha refused to even acknowledge my existence.
Now he stalks me through the darkness, his voice a rough whisper against my neck. "I've hunted you for years without knowing my prey was my mate. You're the only wolf strong enough to stand beside me. The only one I'll ever submit to. You own me, little phantom. Whether you accept it or not."
And now all five of them are obsessed with me.
Possessive and Feral with need.
Too bad I'm the one in control now.
And I have a Demon King to kill.

7.4
I was only fifteen when my venomous family orchestrated my doom by forcing me into an arranged marriage with mafia heir Javier Velasquez.
On our wedding night, Javier paraded strippers into our suite to show his absolute contempt, turning me into the ultimate joke of the underworld overnight.
But being a joke was a luxury compared to what came next.
Three years later, Javier needed to be a widower to marry into a heavily armed family and secure their backing for a coup.
He didn't grant me the mercy of a bullet.
Instead, he dragged me to an abandoned underground safehouse, locked me in the damp, rotting dark, and told the world I had been assassinated.
For six months, I starved in that dungeon, surviving only on the desperate hope that my family was safe.
Then, on the day of his lavish new wedding, a cruel maid kicked a plate of spoiled food onto my floor and delivered the final, fatal blow.
"Annabel is dead. Pined away and died of a broken heart two weeks ago."
My gentle mother was dead, all because she actually believed his lie about my tragic murder.
Driven by pure agony and an all-consuming hatred, I shattered crates of smuggled chemical solvents and struck a match, letting the roaring inferno turn their bloody wedding into my funeral pyre.
I thought the fire was the end.
But when I opened my eyes, the suffocating smoke vanished, replaced by the biting chill of a Long Island winter.
I was standing in the snow, back on the exact day my descent into hell began.
This time, the terrified girl was dead, and I would use their own ruthless rules to tear their empire apart.