The Mafia King's Contract Bride
She signed the contract to save her family.
She didn't know it would bind her to a man who destroys everything he touches.
Elena is forced into a marriage with Luca De Santis, a ruthless mafia king feared by everyone. Cold. Dangerous. Unpredictable. In his world, loyalty is bought, betrayal is punished, and love is a weakness he refuses to allow.
But Elena refuses to be controlled.
She fights him. Challenges him. Pushes him in ways no one ever has.
And that's exactly what makes her dangerous.
Because the more she resists him, the more Luca wants her... not as a wife, but as something he can never afford to lose.
Now trapped in a marriage where enemies lurk in the shadows and trust can get her killed, Elena must decide:
Will she keep fighting the man who owns her...
or risk everything by falling for him?
Because in Luca's world, love isn't just forbidden.
It's deadly.
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Chapter 2
The room they brought me to didn't look like a prison.
That made it worse.
The bedroom was enormous black marble floors, a king-sized bed dressed in dark silk sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan. Everything screamed luxury. Power. Control.
And none of it belonged to me.
A maid helped me out of my coat, her movements careful, her eyes lowered. No one spoke. No one asked if I was okay. In this house, feelings didn't matter-only obedience.
When the door finally closed behind her, the silence pressed in on me.
I stood there for a long moment, hugging my arms around myself, trying to breathe. My heart was still racing from what I'd done from the signature that had sealed my fate.
Married.
To a mafia king who had just told me no woman survived him.
The door opened without a knock.
Luca De Santis stepped inside.
I turned instantly, my spine stiffening.
He had removed his jacket but kept his shirt sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms. He looked infuriatingly calm, like this was just another night, another transaction completed.
"This room is yours," he said. "You won't leave it without permission."
I swallowed. "Like a prisoner."
"Like my wife," he corrected coolly.
I clenched my jaw. "What exactly do you expect from me?"
Luca's gaze slid over me, slow and deliberate, making heat crawl under my skin despite my fear. "Obedience. Discretion. Loyalty."
"And if I fail?" I asked.
His eyes flicked to mine. "Then the contract becomes... unpleasant."
A chill ran down my spine.
He walked toward the table near the window and picked up a folder. Another one. Thinner than the contract, but heavier in meaning.
"These are the rules," he said, tossing it onto the bed.
I stared at it, then at him. "Rules?"
"You will memorize them," Luca said. "Break one, and there will be consequences."
My fingers shook as I opened the folder.
Rule One: Never leave the estate without authorization.
Rule Two: Never speak to outsiders about the marriage.
Rule Three: Never ask about my business.
Rule Four: Never enter the west wing.
Rule Five: Never fall in love.
My breath caught.
I looked up slowly. "That last one-"
"Is not a suggestion," Luca said sharply.
I closed the folder. "Why marry me if you're so afraid of love?"
He stopped moving.
For a split second, something dark flickered across his face pain, maybe. Or rage.
Then it vanished.
"Love gets people killed," he said. "You'd do well to remember that."
I hesitated before asking the question burning inside me. "The women before me... did they break the rules?"
Luca stepped closer, invading my space. I could smell his cologne something dark and expensive.
"You are dangerously curious," he murmured.
"Because I don't want to die," I shot back.
His lips curved into a humorless smile. "Then follow the rules."
A knock sounded at the door.
Marcus, the man from earlier, entered. "Sir. There's been movement. One of the Rossi men was spotted near the perimeter."
Luca's entire presence shifted. Colder. Deadlier.
"Double security," Luca ordered. "No one gets close to her."
Her.
The word hit me unexpectedly.
Marcus nodded and left.
I stared at Luca. "They're watching already, aren't they?"
"Yes," he said. "They'll test you. Try to use you."
"For what?"
He met my eyes. "To hurt me."
Fear curled in my chest. "And if they succeed?"
Luca leaned down until his face was inches from mine. "Then I'll burn the city to the ground."
My breath hitched.
He straightened. "Get some rest. Tomorrow, you meet the world as Mrs. De Santis."
He turned to leave, then paused at the door.
"One more thing, Elena," he said without looking back. "This marriage is not protection."
The door opened.
"It's a battlefield."
And as the door shut behind him, I realized something terrifying.
I wasn't just trapped in Luca De Santis's house.
I was trapped in his war.
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9.6
Alyssa Hart is out of options. Drowning in medical debt, with her mother's life hanging in the balance, she's desperate for a solution. When an unexpected email offers her an interview at the mysterious Valentino Enterprises, she doesn't hesitate.
But what she walks into isn't a job opportunity... it's a marriage contract.
The powerful and feared Valentino Crime family needs a wife for their heir, Stephano Valentino. Cold, ruthless, and utterly uninterested in love, Stephano has discarded every woman his parents have introduced him to. They don't expect Alyssa to be any different.
The deal is simple: marry Stephano, bear his heir, and in two years, she'll be free, with enough money to ensure her mother's survival.
There's only one rule: this is not a real marriage. Stephano can do as he pleases, but Alyssa is bound to him alone.
She should hate him. He gives her every reason to.
But the longer she stays, the more she begins to see through the cracks in his armour. Beneath his icy exterior is something broken, something she can't help but want to fix. And Stephano, who swore he would never care, finds himself drawn to the woman he was never meant to love. But in their world, love is a weakness, and breaking the rules always comes with a price...
7.1
After five years in a federal prison, framed by my stepmother and fiancé, I was finally released.
Instead of a welcome home, my stepmother tossed me a one-way ticket to Geneva and a threat: renounce the family name and disappear, or end up in the Hudson River.
When our limo was suddenly ambushed by military-grade SUVs on the highway, their cowardice almost got us killed.
I took the wheel, crashed the attackers, and saved their lives.
But the moment the danger passed, my stepmother tried to slap me, called me a psycho, and abandoned me on the desolate roadside.
My ex-fiancé later cornered me in public, trying to assert his dominance by grabbing my arm.
They still thought I was the broken girl they sent to a cage just so they could steal my dead mother's biochemical research.
I didn't feel heartbreak, only a cold, absolute certainty.
They threw me to the wolves, not realizing the federal penitentiary had burned away my capacity for mercy.
I hacked into the dark web and found out Dante Meltoni, the most dangerous Mafia Don in New York, was tearing the city apart to find a legendary underground doctor.
I am that doctor.
I walked straight into his heavily guarded fortress, pulled out a syringe, and saved his dying grandfather.
Then I looked the terrifying Don right in the eye.
"Marry me. And let me use your empire to wipe my family off the map."
8.3
In the fifth year of Irene Shaw's marriage to Ethan Hart, he was involved in a car accident and lost his memory.
No matter how she tried to prove that they had once loved each other, Ethan still insisted on a divorce.
His reasoning was hard to refute. "If I really loved you as much as you claim, how could I forget you?"
The childhood sweetheart who had once cut him off without hesitation had now become his sole emotional anchor.
He looked at Irene coldly. "Since you know this is a mistake, why not end it cleanly?"
The hands that had once refused to let her go now recoiled from even her lightest touch.
Disheartened and exhausted, Irene signed her name and pushed him completely out of her life.
Not long after, Ethan stopped her in the rain, his eyes red from crying.
"Irene, don't leave me. You said I'd never lose you."
As the car window slid shut, the arm around her waist tightened instinctively, and someone spoke before she could. "Drive on. Irene said she doesn't know him."
She lowered her gaze, feeling a serene detachment, "I really don't know him."
7.3
I was going to tell my husband I was finally pregnant. Instead, I found police at my door, arresting me for his murder.
Someone faked Chris's death and framed me with a man I've never met: Von Castellano, whose wife conveniently provided evidence against us both. The proof is flawless. The conspiracy is airtight. And I'm thrown into a men's prison where I lose everything, including my baby.
But Chris isn't dead. He's alive, living in paradise with my high school rival and my company's fortune, after poisoning me for years to ensure I'd never have his child.
Von isn't just any man. He's the secret son of a mafia king, and he's ready to reclaim the throne he abandoned.
Now we're married. Not for love but for survival. For revenge. For power.
They destroyed us once. Together, we'll become the nightmare they never saw coming.
Because I don't forgive. And I never forget.
9.4
I spent the night with a stranger...
Who got me pregnant...
And turned out to be my boss...
Whoops, sorry, did I say "boss"? I meant a MOB boss.
To be fair, I didn't know he was my boss when I slept with him.
I thought he was just the kind stranger offering me a place to stay.
But one night in Misha Orlov's hotel room got me way more than I bargained for.
It got me champagne that tasted like starlight.
Satin sheets as soft as a dream.
And a man with silver eyes who showed me how it felt to come undone.
And then, in the morning...
He was gone.
That's I needed to get my life together anyway.
After all, my ex-not-quite-husband (it's a long story) just emptied all our bank accounts and disappeared, taking my home and my money and my job with him.
So I'm starting from a blank slate.
I find myself a new apartment.
A new job.
And I put both Misha and my husband behind me.
At least, I thought I did.
Until Day 1 of orientation.
When I learn that Misha Orlov is my new boss.
That's bad enough.
What's worse is what came next.
A car crash.
A doctor's appointment.
And two pieces of unsettling news.
Congratulations, the doctor says. You're pregnant.
Congratulations, Misha says. You and I are getting married.
9.2
"I have a doctor's appointment Thursday," Lily heard herself say. "Nine AM. Midtown Medical Center."
It wasn't an invitation. Not exactly. But it wasn't a rejection either.
Jasper's throat worked. "I'll be there."
"Don't-" She stopped, reconsidered. "Don't come if you're going to treat it like a business meeting. Don't come if you're going to bring contracts or lawyers or-"
"I'll come as your..." He hesitated, searching for the word. "As someone who cares what happens in that room."
The lawyer cleared his throat softly, a reminder of the unsigned documents between them.