THE MAFIA'S STOLEN BRIDE
On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Isabella Moretti's wedding is torn apart when ruthless mafia boss Damian DeLuca storms in and claims her as his bride.
Kidnapped, trapped in his luxurious but dangerous world, Isabella swears she will escape. But Damian isn't just any man-he's powerful, possessive, and bound to her by a secret promise made long ago.
As she struggles between hatred and a forbidden attraction, Isabella finds herself caught in a deadly war of power, betrayal, and desire.
Is she his prisoner, his pawn... or his destiny?
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Chapter 4
The heavy doors of the mansion slammed shut behind her, sealing Isabella's fate. She stood in the vast hall, her hands trembling at her sides. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the echo of Damian's footsteps as he circled her like a predator stalking prey.
"Why are you doing this?" she demanded, her voice cracking. "You ruined my life, you humiliated me, and for what? Money? Power? Is that what this is?"
Damian's gaze hardened, his voice low and dangerous.
"Your father owed me more than money, Isabella. He owed me his life. And when he couldn't repay me... he offered you."
Her chest tightened as if the walls themselves had caved in.
"No," she whispered, shaking her head. "That's not true. My father would never-"
Damian strode forward, pulling a folded document from his jacket. He tossed it onto a nearby table.
"Read it."
Hands trembling, Isabella opened it. Her father's signature was there, written in bold ink beneath words that shattered her soul. A marriage contract. An agreement. Proof that she had been traded like property long before she ever stood at the altar with Daniel.
Tears blurred her vision. "He... he signed this?"
Damian's eyes softened for the briefest moment, then turned cold again.
"He did what he had to do to save you. Without him, you and your family would have been destroyed years ago. I protected you all this time, Isabella. And this-" he gestured at the mansion, at himself, "-this is the price."
Her tears turned to fury. She hurled the papers at his chest.
"I am not for sale! I don't care what my father signed-I don't belong to you!"
In a flash, he caught her wrists, pinning them against the table. His breath fanned her cheek, his presence overwhelming.
"You don't get to choose," he growled. "Every breath you take is because I allow it. Your family is safe because of me. Defy me, and they pay the cost."
Her heart stopped. The blood drained from her face.
"You wouldn't..." she whispered.
His grip tightened, his voice soft but lethal.
"Try me."
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Isabella's defiance warred with her fear, but Damian's gaze held her trapped, chained by an invisible force stronger than any iron bars.
Finally, he released her, stepping back as if nothing had happened. His composure returned, his tone calm.
"You will stay here. You will live as my wife. In time, you will learn it is better to stop fighting."
Her eyes blazed. "I will never accept you."
Damian's lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile, his voice like silk wrapped around steel.
"Then I suppose we'll see how long your fire lasts."
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8.0
I threw a latte on the most dangerous man in New York and lived to tell about it.
Dante Vitiello. The Capo dei Capi. A man rumored to cut out tongues for interrupting his dinner.
Instead of a bullet to the brain, he handed me a black card and a terrifying ultimatum.
"I need a fiancée," he told me, his eyes dead cold.
To save my failing journalism career and my life, I signed a contract with the devil.
I had to wear his massive diamond ring, smile for the cameras, and pretend to be the love of his life to stop a political mafia marriage.
The rules were clear: Absolute obedience. Total exclusivity. And absolutely no feelings.
But the performance started to feel dangerous.
When a rival Don insulted me at a gala, Dante didn't just play the part—he threatened to butcher him in front of three hundred people.
When I saw the jagged scars on his chest in the dead of night, I didn't see a monster; I saw a lonely protector.
My investigation was supposed to expose him, but I was the one getting stripped bare.
Then his cousin Rocco stormed in, calling me a disposable whore and a temporary pawn.
I stood my ground, defending not just myself, but Dante too.
Dante looked at me then, not as an asset, but as a woman he wanted to devour.
He stepped closer, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my bones.
"I think we are going to have a problem with the clause about 'no feelings'."
8.3
Sandra was a mistress: a temporary escape for billionaire David Kingsley.
But in the shadows of his study, "temporary" turned into a dangerous addiction.
When David brutally casts her back into the poverty she fought to escape, Sandra plays her final card: a lie about a pregnancy to keep him tied to her.
The lie becomes a terrifying reality just as David announces his "perfect" life is expanding with a child of his own.
Now, Sandra isn't just a discarded mistress; she's a woman with a secret that could topple an empire.
How far will a woman go when she has nothing left to lose but the life growing inside her?
9.4
Aria thought she had the perfect marriage. For three years, she's been the devoted wife of Justin D'Cruz; her best friend, her first love, and a member of the powerful D'Cruz billionaire family. But her fairytale shatters the day she discovers the truth: Justin has a mistress. Worse, he's plotting to divorce her... and he never planned to give her the one thing she always wanted-a child.
Shattered and betrayed, Aria's world collapses. Until the most unexpected person steps in; Justin's elder brother, Aaron. He's everything Justin isn't-protective, steady, and willing to fight for her. He offers her a shocking solution to divorce Justin and marry him instead. Aria is forced to make an impossible choice.
Now, caught between the hatred of her ex-husband and the forbidden love of his brother, Aria must decide: will she let her broken heart destroy her, or risk everything for the man who wants to put her back together?
8.8
"Fuck...please..."
He risks a nibble, sending shockwaves to my core. My back arches off the wall with a sharp moan.
His hand slides between my legs, cupping my soaking panties.
"Look how wet you are," he whispers, "...shaking, and I haven't even fucked you yet."
He strokes my clit gently first, then harder. My toes curl, hair spilling into my sweaty face.
He's breaking me, ruining me with just his tongue and fingers. I can't speak. I can't think. I just tremble in his arms.
*********
The night I caught my fiancé cheating, something in me broke.
I cried.
I screamed.
I drove - into the rain, into nowhere, into him.
Cassian Cross.
A stranger with gray eyes, a sinful mouth, and hands that made me forget my name.
One night was all it took. One reckless mistake to burn away my heartbreak.
Until he showed up at my mom's wedding...
As my new stepbrother.
Now, Cassian won't stop.
He corners me in hallways, whispers filth at the altar, and looks at me like he still owns my body.
But there's one thing he didn't tell me-
He already belongs to someone else.
A fiancée bound to him by a contract... and a secret that could destroy us both.
He's dangerous.
He's forbidden.
He's promised to another.
And God help me, I still can't stop wanting him.
7.7
For ten years, I was bound to Julian, my heart tied to a wolf who promised me forever. Seven miscarriages scarred me, each loss cutting deeper. Pregnant again, I trusted Julian-until I saw him with my sister Chloe, cradling their secret pup. Betrayed by him and my family, I survived a fire meant to kill me, saved by healer Lucas. With him, I reclaimed my dance and found true love. Facing Julian's regret and Chloe's vengeance, I built a new life, holding my child, my scars finally healing.
7.1
"You broke the first rule, Princess. That means I get to take something from you. I'll start with this," he said, tugging at my panties and a needy throb ran straight through my core.
"Kyren, don't," I tried but it was to no avail.
He roughly pulled at the flimsy material, covering my most intimate part. The sound of lace ripping, filled the room. And the cool air from the AC bit into my exposed skin.
His hands slid up my back. He unclasped my bra with ease and it soundlessly dropped to the floor. His gaze raked over my trembling form with a satisfied hunger.
"You're not a cheerleader tonight. You're just mine. And I'm going to spend the next few hours showing you exactly what happens when you break my rules," he stated, before pushing my legs wide open with his knee.
××
Hailey thought she could handle the "Ice King." She thought she could seduce him, win the bet, and walk away with her heart intact. But Kyren sees right through her games. He doesn't want her seduction, he wants her submission.
As the lines between a dare and reality blur, Hailey finds herself trapped between her father's expectations and a man who wants to claim every inch of her. In a game where the rules keep changing, Hailey is about to learn that the Ice King doesn't just freeze people out... he burns them down.