The Underboss's Obsession: Stealing The Bride

Three days before the wedding. I was hiding in the dressing room, watching my fiancé caress the swollen belly of another woman. Luca, the man who had saved my life five years ago, was smiling at his mistress, Sofia. But the real knife to the heart wasn't the affair—it was the dress. The custom wedding gown he had "lovingly" ordered for me featured intricate silver embroidery along the hem. It didn't spell Elena. It read Sofia. He was planning to make me walk down the aisle wearing his mistress's name. Later that night, I found a video of him mocking me to his crew, calling me a "dead fish" and admitting he only wanted my family's Capo status. He planned to keep his "true love" on the side while I played the role of the oblivious, ornamental wife. He thought I was just a sheltered princess. He forgot that my bloodline was built on vengeance. I didn't cry. I didn't confront him. Instead, I scrubbed his scent off my skin and dialed a number everyone in Chicago feared. "The pact with the Cavallaro family," I asked my father, my voice cold as stone. "Is it still valid?" "Dante is the Underboss now," my father warned. "He is a butcher. He breaks men for sport." "Good," I replied. "I am done playing with boys." I secretly booked the Gold Ballroom across the hall from my original venue. Luca thought he was walking into a marriage on Saturday. He didn't know I was bringing a monster to the altar instead.

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Chapter 4

Elena Vitello POV

The Sanctuary was one of those Chicago clubs where the mob laundered money and sins.

I wasn't supposed to be here.

I was a Vitello princess. I belonged in tearooms and charity galas, not hiding in a smoky booth.

But tonight, I wore a black dress that blended with the shadows. My hair was pulled back. The dim lights hid my face.

I saw them in the corner booth.

Luca, holding court like he was king.

His arm draped over Sofia's shoulders.

She was wearing white.

The audacity almost made me laugh.

They were playing a drinking game. A bottle of vodka sat in the center of the table, half empty. One of Luca's soldiers, Marco, spun it.

The bottle pointed at Luca.

"Capo?" Marco slurred, drunk.

"Truth," Luca said, taking a long drag of his cigar. "I got nothing to hide."

Laughter around the table.

"Alright," Marco grinned. "Princess or mistress? Who's better in bed?"

The air in the booth thickened.

Sofia pouted, tracing a finger down Luca's chest with mock innocence.

Luca laughed, exhaling smoke.

"Elena?" he said, loud enough for the strippers to hear. "She lies there. A dead fish. She's a chore."

He pulled Sofia closer, squeezing her thigh.

"But this one? She's a firecracker. She does things Elena can't even spell."

More laughter. Raucous. Cruel.

Sofia giggled, preening.

"But ain't you worried about her old man?" Marco asked.

"Sofia has cancer," Luca said. "She doesn't have much time. I want to comfort her in her final days."

Sofia looked touched, leaning into his chest.

"You know I love Elena. I'll marry her. Spend my life with her. She needs me."

"I just... I don't want to break Sofia's heart. If I could, I'd give Sofia a wedding too."

"This never leaves this room. You keep your mouths shut."

He raised his glass.

"To the princess!" he shouted.

"To the princess!" the crew echoed.

I stood ten feet away in the shadows.

I felt it. Not a snap. A slow, complete tearing inside.

It wasn't my heart. That was already gone.

It was the last thread holding me to the rules. To being a good girl. To the code.

I stepped forward.

Into the light of the booth.

The laughter died.

Marco dropped his glass. It shattered.

Luca looked up. The smile froze on his face.

"Elena?" he choked out.

I didn't look at him. I looked at his crew.

The men who had shared my table.

I reached for the vodka bottle on the table. I poured a measure into a clean glass. Raised it.

"To the princess," I said.

I drank it down.

The burn was welcome. It matched the emptiness in my stomach from three days of not eating.

Luca scrambled to his feet, pushing Sofia off his lap.

"Elena, wait, this isn't—we were just joking—"

I slammed the glass down on the table.

It didn't break, but the sound echoed like a gunshot.

"Sit down, soldier," I ordered.

He froze.

I had never ordered him before.

I turned to Sofia.

She was trembling, clutching her purse to her chest.

"Nice dress," I said, my voice flat. "Good for a funeral."

I turned and walked away.

I didn't run. Women like me don't run.

But when I reached the exit, the combination of hunger and alcohol hit me like a wall. My vision blurred.

The floor tilted, the deck of a sinking ship.

My hand reached for a railing that wasn't there, and the world went dark.

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Grieving her brother's death, Clara Hayes is suddenly hunted for the millions he stole. Facing a lethal corporate syndicate, she is forced into a lifetime of servitude to settle the debt. Her owner is Julian Cross, a mysterious billionaire and her childhood love. However, Julian is no longer the boy she knew; he has evolved into a cold predator. Having built a financial empire for the sole purpose of ensnaring her, he now demands far more than just repayment.

Billionaire Mafia Romance

8.2

El padre de mis hijos

8.2

After a night of passion with a dangerous stranger, Elena’s life changes forever when she discovers she is pregnant. Years later, her past resurfaces as the powerful mafia leader returns to claim what is his. Caught in a world of violence and betrayal, Elena must protect her children from the shadows of their father's empire. As secrets emerge and enemies close in, she struggles to survive the lethal consequences of their shared history.

Action Mafia Romance

8.7

Escaping The Ruthless Don's Golden Cage

8.7

I stood at the gala, draped in diamonds worth millions, playing the role of the perfect Mafia wife. But the illusion shattered when his mistress walked in wearing a necklace identical to mine—a cattle brand dipped in gold. When I confronted them, Liam didn't defend me. He shoved me aside to protect her. I hit the floor, and as my blood soaked into the white stage, I realized he had killed our unborn child. But the nightmare didn't end there. I woke up to find that Liam had ordered me sedated to "manage my hysteria." The complications from his control and the trauma had forced an emergency hysterectomy. He hadn't just killed his heir; he had stolen my future. Yet, he still tried to lock me in his estate, convinced he could force me to love him again if he just kept me hidden long enough. He thought I was broken. He thought I was his property. He was wrong. With the help of a doctor who had loved me from the shadows for years, I faked my death and vanished. Six months later, the great Don found me in a small-town bookstore, falling to his knees to beg for a second chance. I looked at the man who destroyed me and handed him a single dollar bill. "Loyalty is the only currency, Liam," I said, quoting his own vow back to him. "And you are bankrupt."

Action Mafia Romance

9.6

Lucky? No! I Don't Wanna Be Uncle Alpha's Second Mate

9.6

Lesley Williams was once the alpha's daughter, but a fatal accident took away everything she loved. Now she's her Uncle's pet and the pack's omega, which means she's constantly bullied and abused. She's broken inside, but she doesn't want to leave her father's pack in fear of what her uncle might do to them in retaliation. Her only comfort is that when she meets her mate, he'll be able to take her away from this hellhole... Alpha Cedrick Silver had a mate once. A beautiful omega wolf, but she rejected him. Barely surviving the broken bond, he became ruthless and coldhearted, throwing himself into building up his pack to be the biggest and strongest pack in the nation. Now he has a girlfriend, that he's content with and he does not want a mate: EVER! But the second their eyes met, Cedrick and Lesley realized that they were fated for each other. Not thrilled about having another omega mate, Cedrick is even more disgusted when he realized that not only is his second chance mate considered 'the pack's slut', but she's also half his age. Does he want someone like that as his mate and Luna? Can she trust him with her secrets? Can these two broken people find love? WARNING!! This story contains scenes of sexual abuse of a child, rape, sex, strong language, verbal abuse, extreme bullying, mental disorders, self-harm, thoughts of suicide, gore, and other offenses that might be illegal in some countries.

Mafia Romance Werewolf

8.8

Mafia Princess's Fall, Cartel Queen's Rise

8.8

The man I was about to marry was going to kill my father. I just didn't know it yet. I thought my wedding to the ruthless Don, Dante De Luca, was a love match that would finally bring peace between our warring families. But at the altar, instead of a ring, he revealed our engagement was a lie. It was a long con to avenge his aunt—my own mother—whom my senator father had secretly murdered. Then he shot my father dead in front of me. I was wounded trying to stop him and woke up his prisoner. The man I loved told me our entire relationship was just "business." He abandoned me to his new partner, a woman named Isabella, who made it clear I was nothing more than a loose end. He cut off all contact, erasing me completely, leaving me alone as the tainted daughter of a dead drug lord they called 'The Scorpion.' My whole life was a lie. My mother had been a spy for the enemy family she married into. My father was a monster. And Dante, my fiancé—my own cousin—had meticulously used my love to destroy everything I had ever known. So I let Alessia Gallo die. I disappeared and became Alma, a ghost in the cartel underworld, determined to finish the mission my mother started. Years later, he walked into my cantina, a man on a mission. He didn't recognize the hardened woman I'd become, and this time, he was the one walking into my trap.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.5

I Married My Ex-husband's Beloved Woman's Father After Being Betrayed

8.5

My mother, Mary Willis, was bitten by a snake, and the snake's owner was none other than Jennifer Walker, my husband's beloved woman. When I called my husband, Timothy Rossi, he was on vacation with Jennifer. "Please come back, Timothy. Mary's condition is very serious." But he merely sighed and soothed me as if I were throwing a tantrum. "I'm in Arngueuil Isles with Jennifer right now. She's been feeling down lately..." So Timothy ignored my humble plea and resolutely hung up the phone. At that moment, all my strength crumbled to dust. In despair, I could only cling to the hem of the man in front of me-Samuel Walker, Jennifer's father, a notoriously ruthless and brutal Mafia boss.

Mafia Modern Romance

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