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 4
Cold hit me first.
Not the sharp kind, but a deep, creeping chill that settled into my bones as consciousness slowly returned. My head throbbed, a dull ache pulsing behind my eyes. I tried to move and froze.
My wrists were bound.
Rope bit into my skin, rough and unforgiving. My ankles were tied to the legs of a metal chair, keeping me upright. Panic surged through me like a tidal wave.
I forced myself to breathe.
Slow. Quiet.
The room was dim, lit by a single hanging bulb that swayed slightly above me. Bare concrete walls. No windows. The air smelled faintly of oil and rust.
A warehouse.
Footsteps echoed.
My heart slammed violently as a man stepped into the light. Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark hair streaked with silver at the temples. His suit was immaculate, as if he hadn't dragged a woman into a kidnapping hours ago.
"Mrs. De Santis," he said pleasantly. "You woke up quicker than I expected."
I lifted my chin. "Let me go."
He chuckled. "Straight to business. I like that."
"Who are you?" I demanded.
"Victor Romano," he said, spreading his hands. "A friend of your husband. Occasionally an enemy."
My stomach tightened. "What do you want?"
Victor pulled out a chair and sat across from me, crossing his legs. "Information."
"I don't have any," I said quickly.
"Everyone has something," he replied. "Sometimes they just don't know it yet."
He leaned forward. "Tell me what does Luca De Santis fear?"
I laughed, brittle and hollow. "Nothing."
Victor smiled slowly. "Wrong answer."
He nodded to someone behind me.
Pain exploded through my shoulder as something struck me hard. I cried out, my body jerking against the ropes.
"Stop!" I gasped.
Victor sighed. "I don't enjoy this part. But you see, Elena, Luca doesn't leave weaknesses lying around. If you exist, you matter."
I swallowed, tears burning my eyes. "He married me for a contract. That's all."
Victor studied my face closely. "Is that what he told you?"
Silence stretched between us.
"Because from where I stand," Victor continued, "you're already worth more than your father's debt."
My pulse raced. "You're wasting your time."
"Perhaps," he said. "Or perhaps you're the key to ending a very long war."
He stood and walked behind me. I felt his presence at my back, invasive and terrifying.
"Luca has enemies everywhere," Victor murmured. "But he only protects what he values."
"I don't matter to him," I whispered.
Victor laughed softly. "Then why hasn't he burned this city down yet?"
Before I could respond, the warehouse doors slammed open.
Shouting erupted.
Gunfire cracked through the air-sharp, deafening.
Victor swore under his breath. "He's faster than I thought."
My heart leapt painfully. Luca.
The room descended into chaos. Men shouted orders. Footsteps thundered. Another gunshot rang out closer this time.
Victor grabbed my hair, yanking my head back. "Stay very still."
A body hit the floor nearby.
Then another.
The sound of boots approached-slow, deliberate.
The light shifted as a tall figure stepped into the doorway.
Luca.
His suit was splattered with blood. His expression was carved from stone.
"Let her go," he said calmly.
Victor tightened his grip. "You always were predictable."
Luca's gaze flicked to me-just once. And in that instant, something in his eyes shattered.
"You touched what's mine," Luca said quietly.
Victor laughed. "Your wife? You said she was disposable."
Luca raised his gun.
"She isn't."
The shot was deafening.
Victor collapsed, blood spreading across his chest. Luca crossed the room in three strides and cut the ropes binding me. My legs nearly gave out as he caught me effortlessly.
"You're safe," he said against my hair. "I've got you."
I clutched his shirt, trembling. "You came."
He held me tightly for one heartbeat too long.
Then he pulled back, his expression hardening.
"This changes everything," Luca said.
"What does?" I whispered.
He brushed his thumb across my cheek, wiping away a tear.
"They took you," he said. "Which means the rules are over."
My breath caught. "What rules?"
Luca leaned close, his voice dark and lethal.
"The part where I pretended I didn't care if you lived."
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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.