Reborn as my enemy's contract wife

After a fatal betrayal by her own family, a woman unexpectedly wakes up in the body of an heiress. To uncover the truth behind her death and exact revenge, she enters a dangerous contract marriage with her former greatest rival, a cold mafia boss. As they navigate a web of secrets and lethal conspiracies, their fake alliance sparks a genuine, perilous passion. She must survive his world while hiding her true identity to win her war.

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Chapter 4

“Ohh, you look so beautiful my darling” Mrs. Elenora commented walking towards Camilia.

Camilia sat on a wooden chair, her coffee brown hair curled and styled in a bun with silver hairclips that glittered in the sunlight.

Her long and white lace floral gown spread out on the floor.

This was the second time Camilia wore a wedding dress but unlike the first , she was not glad about it.

“What’s the matter love?” Mrs. Elenora asked, staring at her daughter’s emotionless face.

“You know you can tell me anything Katherine, I am your mother… Don’t you like the dress?? Is that the problem?? ” she said fixing the sleeves of the off-shoulder gown.

Camilia smiled at Mrs. Elenora, she did not know what to tell her, how to tell her that she was not her daughter…she was not Katherine but someone else stuck in her body.

Mrs. Elenora exhaled deeply, she took another chair by the side and sat beside Camilia. “I know you Kat” she said taking Camilia’s hands into hers, “You have not been happy the whole of today, as a matter of fact for some months now. What happened to my lovely princess? The cheerful one that always light up the room. What happened to her?”

Camilia sobbed as tear drops fell down her face.

Camilia never got to know her mother. She was just 2 years old when her mother died shortly after giving birth to her sister. Ever since then, it had been her, her sister and her dad. Sadly,her father died some years ago in an accident.

One fateful day her and her dad were heading to a conference together, they were going by road as the place was at a drivable distance , a truck collided into their car and took his life. Luckily for her she was saved and rushed to the hospital by a stranger, a man. This man was who she later came to know as Anthony, that was how she met him and eventually fell in love with him over the years.

Hearing Mrs. Elenora’s voice , it reminded her of her father who did everything in his power to make his two girls happy.

“Talk to me” Mrs. Elenora said handing her a handkerchief.

“I am scared and I feel stuck… I am not supposed to be here. I really don’t know what to do and how to sort this out” Camilia lamented.

“Do whatever you want to, like I always say follow your heart” Mrs. Elenora smiled, “You two have been betrothed since you were seven and you have loved him deeply but if you are not sure about this, say the word… your father and I will do

anything for you”

Camilia could not quit now, she had to find evidence that linked her death to Donatello. Out of all the women in the world she came as his fiancée, definitely he had a role to play in this. She needed proof that she was actually Camilia and if

getting married to the devil was what she had to do, she would face it head on.

Camilia shook her head

“It’s noting, I will be fine’

“ Are you sure about that?” Mrs. Elenora asked.

“Yes” Camilia replied

“Well, if you feel like you want to talk or something is bothering you, you know where to find me” Mrs. Elenora said kissing Camilia’s forehead.

“We best hurry, you can’t be late to your own wedding”

Camilia chuckled, her face brightening up a bit.

Camilia’s heels clicked softly against the white carpet as she walked down the aisle.

Leading her was a man, he had grey hair and a great set of dentition that showed when he smiled, even in his fifties he had the body of a thirty-year-old.

Mr. Elenora smiled as he walked his daughter down the aisle, preparing to hand her over to Donatello. At the far end stood Donatello, his black suit tailored to perfection, a rose was tucked into his breast pocket and his hair neat and well-trimmed. Camilia’s heart skipped a beat, her face flustered, her cheeks bright red as she stared at the gorgeous figure in

front of her.

“Snap out of it Cam” she said to herself shaking her head as she tried to remove any unwanted thoughts of Donatello. “You

can’t get distracted… he’s just a jerk”

Donatello was in fact a jerk but a handsome one at that.

Camilia reached him and he offered his hand to her, his face blank . She rolled her eyes and scoffed as she took his hand.

“Dearly beloved, we have gathered here in the presence of God Almighty to witness the matrimonial union between these

two souls, Donatello Moreni and Katherine Elenora…” the priest began. Camilia tuned him out as she stared aimlessly into Donatello’s icy cold eyes.

‘I thought this was just going to be a court wedding” she thought to herself eyeing him, “ at least he still has a sense of responsibility”

“…as long as you both shall live” the priest paused. “Do you Donatello Moreni take Katherine Elenora to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do” Donatello declared but his expression said the complete opposite.

“And do you Katherine Eleonora take Donatello Moreni to be your lawfully wedded husband?’

Camilia hesitated, looking at the new faces around her. Katherine’s parents, relatives, and friends were all seated,smiles beaming on their faces. She was pulled out of her thoughts by a tight squeeze on her hand.

Donatello held Camilia’s hand firmly, squeezing it with all his might like he intended to crush it. Camilia winced in pain,she let out a low sigh.

“I do”

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One touch, and I was lost."' His voice was a whisper against my ear, his breath hot on my neck. "He cannot touch you the way I do, Bella. He does not know your body like I do. You are mine. Every inch of you, every hidden place, every moan you make. And nothing, not even your mother, will keep me from owning this pussy." His words burn against my skin, like a promise and a threat at the same time. "You're mine. And I don't share." ******* Isabella Moretti made one mistake. One night that should have stayed buried. One moment with the man she was never supposed to want; her stepfather, Damian Blackwell. She runs to New York. A fresh start. A shot at her journalism career and a life where she can forget the way his hands felt on her body. But Damian doesn't believe in letting go. Not when it's what he wants. When her mother announces Isabella's engagement to her friend's son and asks her to come home to meet her new husband, she thinks maybe she's finally escaped. Until she sees her stepfather-to-be's face. It's him. Damian Blackwell Damian isn't just the man whose body she wants; he's hiding something dark enough that could actually launch her career into the world. Or destroy everything she's ever loved. Now Isabella's trapped between impossible choices: Her mother's approval, love and a "perfect" future The man who owns every forbidden part of her soul But some fires don't just burn.They consume everything. A dark stepfather romance where the lines between ambition and desire blur beyond recognition.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.6

Discarded Heiress: Reborn from Mafia Prison

7.6

Seven years ago, my fiancé, Don Dante Moretti, sent me to prison to take the fall for my adopted sister, Chiara. He called it a gift—a way to protect me from a worse fate. Today, he picked me up from prison only to abandon me at my family's estate. His reason? Chiara was having another one of her "episodes." My parents then informed me I'd be staying in the third-floor storage room, so as not to disturb the fragile girl who stole my life. They celebrated her "recovery" with a lavish dinner party, while I was treated like a ghost. When I refused to join, my mother hissed that I was ungrateful, and my father called me jealous. They assumed I couldn't understand their venomous whispers. But prison was my university. I learned Spanish. I understood every word. It was then I realized I wasn't just a sacrifice; I was disposable. The love I once felt for all of them had turned to ash. That night, in the dusty storage room, I logged onto an encrypted channel I'd set up years ago. A single message was waiting: "The offer stands. Do you accept?" My hands, scarred and steady, typed back, "I accept."

Billionaire Mafia Modern

9.7

Falling For The Mafia Boss

9.7

Raven's entire life has been defined by loss and betrayal. At just 13, she watched as the Cartel brutally murdered her father-an act that not only tore her family apart but also set her on a path to destroy the empire responsible. Now, at 22, she's back in Spain, leading a ragtag team of rebels with the singular goal of dismantling the Gonzalez Cartel from within. But as Raven infiltrates the Cartel's operations and gets closer to Mario-Tito's ruthless son-the lines between enemy and lover begin to blur. But love is a luxury Raven cannot afford. Lucas, her devoted team member and secret lover, has always been by her side, waiting for the day they can escape the Cartel's grasp and finally be free. Torn between loyalty, love, and vengeance, Raven faces the ultimate dilemma: Will she sacrifice everything she's fought for to build a future with Mario, or will her thirst for revenge consume her entirely, leaving no room for love? As the stakes rise and the Cartel's reach tightens, Raven must choose whether to live for revenge or risk everything for the love she never thought possible.

Action Mafia Romance

7.6

Forbidden desire- In Love With My Father's Best Friend

7.6

" Make love to me, Ryan. F*ck me till my legs give way. " When Amelia said this, she knew she was willing to risk everything... her father's trust and happiness. **** " Damnit, Amelia! He's my friend! " Her father snarled. " And he's my lover! " She yelled right back. Bryan shook his head, " No, child. Ryan is too dangerous for you. " " And old, " he added in a whisper. " I'm not a child anymore, daddy. I'm 21 " Amelia answered. " Who knows nothing! End it with him or I'll disown you! " He was shouting now. She stomped her feet on the ground like the child her father had called her, " I'm going to be with him, Dad! Get used to it. " " He's being called a monster for a reason. Don't you know why? " " Stupid reason. He doesn't deserve it. " she retorted and added, " And isn't he supposed to be your friend? " Bryan shook his head, " You come first, Mel. I'm going to protect you from him. " " At all cost. "

Mafia Modern Romance

9.4

The Boss's Forbidden Obsession

9.4

"I don't want a bride. I want a toy I can break. And you, little firebrand, look like you'd snap so beautifully." Nikolai Volkov is the undisputed King of the Moscow Underworld. He is a man of ice and iron, a beast who takes what he wants and discards it when he's done. He doesn't believe in love, only power and the raw, brutal satisfaction of his darkest urges. When his mother demands he marry to secure the Volkov throne, he expects a submissive puppet. He didn't expect Ivy St. Claire. Ivy is everything Nikolai hates-kind, stubborn, and utterly unimpressed by his blood-stained reputation. She's his cousin's best friend, a guest in his house who treats his word like a suggestion rather than law. She has the face of an angel and the tongue of a devil, and from the moment she stares him down in his own kitchen, Nikolai is ruined. One taste of her defiance turns into a lethal addiction. He wants to own her. He wants to cage her. He wants to hear her scream his name-not in fear, but in a surrender she swore she'd never give. But in Nikolai's world, obsession comes with a body count. As enemies circle the Volkov empire, Nikolai must decide: will he protect the woman who has captured his black heart, or will his own shadows consume them .

Mafia Modern Romance

9.1

The Capo Who Forgot His Beloved Wife

9.1

Five years ago, Dante Moretti was the Capo who promised to burn the world for me. Today, he is a monster with amnesia who treats me like a servant while parading his mistress, Carla, in front of me. When Carla cut her own baby's lip to frame me, Dante didn't ask for proof. He dragged me into the hotel lobby, claiming I was a monster who hurt children. He looked at me with cold, dead eyes and said, "You use your voice to lie. You don't deserve a voice." He ordered his guards to hold me down. Then, he took a silver needle and thick black thread. Right there in front of the staff and guests, he sewed my mouth shut. Three stitches. One for silence. One for obedience. One for the Family. He thought he had broken me. He didn't know that while I bled, the walls blocking his memory were already crumbling. Months later, after I had escaped and built a new life, he found me. He knelt in the snow outside my gate, weeping, begging to fix what he broke. "I remember everything, Elena. I love you." I touched the white scars on my lips and looked down at him. "You can't fix this, Dante." "Unless you can give me the last five years back."

Mafia Modern Romance

Reborn as my enemy's contract wife

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