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 3
The first time I stepped outside as Luca De Santis's wife, the world looked exactly the same.
That terrified me.
The morning sun glinted off the black luxury cars lined up in the driveway. Men in dark suits stood with military precision, eyes scanning every corner, every shadow. Their hands never strayed far from the weapons hidden beneath tailored jackets.
I was surrounded by power.
And none of it was mine.
"Stand straight."
Luca's voice was low, controlled, coming from beside me as I paused at the top of the marble steps. He hadn't touched me, but his presence was heavy commanding.
I lifted my chin.
"You are not afraid," he continued quietly. "You are untouchable. Anyone who looks at you must believe that."
I forced my shoulders back. "And if I am afraid?"
"Then you hide it," he said. "Fear is blood in the water."
The words settled deep in my chest.
A driver opened the car door. Luca entered first, then gestured for me to follow. As soon as I sat beside him, the door closed, sealing us into a cocoon of leather and silence.
The convoy pulled away.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"A charity gala," Luca replied. "Rossi territory."
My heart skipped. "Your enemies?"
"They prefer the term rivals," he said calmly. "Smile. Tonight, we play a role."
The city blurred past the windows as my pulse quickened. "What role?"
"My perfect wife."
The venue was a restored historic mansion overlooking the river, lights blazing, cameras flashing as our car stopped at the entrance. The moment Luca stepped out, the atmosphere shifted. Conversations hushed. Heads turned.
Then Luca reached back and offered his hand.
Every instinct screamed at me to hesitate.
I didn't.
The flash of cameras was blinding as I stepped into the night beside him. Murmurs rippled through the crowd.
"Is that her?"
"He finally married?"
"Poor girl..."
Luca's hand slid possessively to my waist. "Closer," he murmured.
I obeyed.
We moved through the crowd like royalty, smiles polished, masks perfectly in place. People approached, offering congratulations, thinly veiled curiosity gleaming in their eyes.
"Elena," Luca said softly, "this is Marco Rossi."
The man before us smiled-but his eyes were sharp, assessing. Dangerous.
"So this is the mystery bride," Marco said. "You're... younger than I expected."
Luca's grip tightened. "She's exactly what I wanted."
Marco chuckled. "Of course. Tell me, Elena-are you enjoying married life?"
I met his gaze, remembering Luca's words. Untouchable.
"Yes," I said smoothly. "My husband takes very good care of me."
Something flickered in Marco's eyes. Interest. Calculation.
"Does he?" Marco asked. "I hear De Santis men are... demanding."
Luca's smile was ice-cold. "Careful."
Marco raised his hands in mock surrender. "Just conversation."
But as he leaned closer, his voice dropped. "Watch your step, bella. Queens fall quickly in this city."
Luca pulled me away before I could respond.
"You did well," he said quietly as we reached the terrace.
"I thought he was going to bite me," I whispered.
"That's because he was," Luca replied. "And you didn't bleed."
The night wore on, the tension never easing. I felt eyes on me constantly judging, measuring.
Then my phone vibrated in my clutch.
I frowned. No one had my number.
I glanced at the screen.
UNKNOWN NUMBER
Blink twice if you want to live.
My breath caught.
I froze.
Luca noticed instantly. "What is it?"
I looked up at him slowly, forcing my face into calm neutrality.
"Nothing," I lied.
But my heart was pounding violently as I slipped the phone back into my bag.
Moments later, the lights flickered.
A scream cut through the air.
Chaos erupted.
Security surged forward as a glass display shattered near the entrance. People ran. Shouted. Luca's arm wrapped around me, pulling me behind him.
"Move," he barked into his earpiece.
Gunfire echoed one shot, then another.
I gasped as Luca shoved me toward the exit, his body shielding mine.
The car was just ahead when something slammed into me from behind.
I stumbled.
Hands grabbed my arms.
A voice hissed in my ear. "Run now, or die later."
Luca turned just as I was dragged into the darkness.
"Elena!"
The sound of my name tore from him as the world spun.
And then.
Everything went black.
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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.