TRAPPED BY A HEARTLESS MAFIA
"I will never sleep with a man like you," Selena said as she rolled her eyes at him.
"We will see about that," smirked.
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Selena's life takes an unexpected turn when she catches the eye of the notorious mafia boss, Aiden Frazier.
Drawn in by his charm and dangerous allure, she becomes enmeshed in his world of power, violence, and intrigue. But as she falls deeper in love with him, she begins to realize the true cost of being involved with a man like Aiden - a cost that could ultimately lead to her demise.
Will their passion be enough to overcome the surrounding danger, or will their fiery romance be the downfall of them.
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Chapter 1
SELENA
"Stay away from my family," I warned him as I gave him a tight slap on the face. I didn't care about the fact that his business associate where in the office currently looking at us with their jaw dropped in shock.
Yes I slapped the well known billionaire Aiden Frazier in his office and I wasn't sorry about it.
I know you might be wondering how I got here and where I got the audacity from to slap such a man and honestly I will tell you without leaving any details out.
It all started a month ago when my father announced that he was getting married to his mistress. The truth was I really didn't care, infact my mother and sister didn't care about it. We were fed up of his useless lifestyle of frolicking with different women.
We even wished him well in his endeavours and didn't attend the wedding but thereafter we started getting into trouble day by day. It started off as just little boys harrassing us and telling us to pay them back what we owed them and then it got serious to them harassing us publicly.
I soon found out from my mother that my dad had loaned some money from some Mafia gang under Aiden Frazier, don't ask me how they even got to meet and discuss about that loan because I don't know. I was more concerned about why me and my sister were getting harrassed and not my dad and his slut, sorry new wife.
I took it upon myself that day to go to my dad's house and find out what the hell was going on because the harassment was getting too much and I feared it might get out of hand too because trust me I wasn't one to be afraid, I always found courage to fight back those men and it didn't always end well for me. I had gotten a lot of bruises on my body due to fighting back.
My dad had apologized to me and reassured me he was going to talk to Aiden Frazier to stay away from us and focus on him but I knew he was lying, I always knew when he was lying. I don't know when he suddenly became like this, so foolish.
I went home that day raining curses on him and his new wife, I was this close to beating her when she said I wasn't lady like but I just decided to leave in annoyance. When I got back home I knew today was going to be the day.
My mother's little shop had been demolished and when I say demolish, I mean it. I am not exaggerating here so you should get a hint of where my anger started from, I stood in front of the shop staring at my mother on the floor crying her eyes out and my younger sister Brianna consoling her to remain calm and not cry anymore.
How could they do this? This was going too far, my mother's shop was our livelihood. This shop was our source of income and they just demolished it like it was nothing, I bent down to console my mother because I knew it would be stupid of me to start crying as well. I had to be strong for her and I tried to be until I noticed her cheeks were red.
Why were they red? What else did I miss?
"Who did this to you?" I asked touching her face as she winced in pain.
"I tried to stop them but they shoved me off and slapped mum twice in the face," Brianna explained crying.
How could they do that to my own mother? I didn't know when I rose up on my feet and left them alone there, I could hear my mother calling out to me but I paid no attention to her.
I took a taxi with the little change left with me straight to his company, he was a well known man so his company wasn't so hard to find. If my father couldn't talk to him then I would do so.
When I got to the company I felt out of place when I stepped in, everyone was dressed in suit. Not like I couldn't dress like that but it wasn't like I planned to be here by this time. So, I was dressed in a T shirt and tight jean.
I approached the receptionist desk and made enquiry about Aiden Frazier and how I could meet him but instead I got a repulsive look from her as she scanned my outfit from head to toe kissing her teeth silently.
"Do you have an appointment?" she asked me already looking at her computer so I could give her my name.
"I need to see him now," I demanded but she only laughed in my face annoying me the more.
"So, you don't have an appointment, should I place one across or will you just leave?"
I stared at her for a while debating what I should do next and trust me I wasn't thinking straight when I ran into the building and straight to the elevator.
I concluded the receptionist was a foolish woman because she decided to circle her desk and chase after me than call security on me. By the time she was done circling her chair and trying to catch up with me i was already in the elevator and on my way to the last floor which I suspected was where he was.
I got to the last floor and wasted no time in going into all the rooms, opening the door as quickly as I could, scanning the room for Aiden Frazier and moving on to the next.
It didn't take long when the receptionist caught on to me but she was too late, I was already at the last door.
"What is wrong with you?" she yelled at me trying to get me away from the door but I shoved her off me stepping inside. I scanned the room and caught sight of Aiden Frazier sited far off, it seemed they were having a meeting because they all turned to stare at me and the receptionist.
"Forgive me Sir, I tried to stop her," I heard her begging.
I walked up to his seat without hesistating, how could you be here having a meeting and dining while my mother was crying her eyes out.
I slapped him right in the face. His left cheek to be precise.
"Stay away from my family," I warned him slapping him again right on that same cheek.
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8.6
I was the untouchable Mafia Queen, but my reign ended in the blood-soaked depths of a damp dungeon.
My half-sister, Kelsey, drove a rusted, sharpened spoon into my chest, screaming about the unfairness of fate.
In my past life, my father sold me to the ruthless Don Dante Blackwell as collateral to pay off his debts.
To survive, I took a black-market fertility drug, birthed his heir, and clawed my way to the throne through sheer ruthlessness.
But in the mafia world, a pregnant woman isn't a queen; she's a walking target.
I survived countless bombings and poisonings, only to be betrayed and slaughtered by my own family.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand. I had sacrificed everything to secure our survival in the empire. Why did my blood and tears only earn me a rusted spoon to the heart?
Opening my eyes again, I am seventeen, sitting in my father's drawing room.
Two black velvet boxes sit on the mahogany table.
Kelsey greedily snatches the box containing the fertility drug, her eyes gleaming with feverish triumph.
"I'll take this one, Papa."
She thinks she is stealing my golden ticket to the crown, completely unaware that she just chose a death sentence.
I lower my gaze, letting my eyelashes mask the cold, lethal amusement pooling in my eyes as I take the remaining box.
Inside is the detailed psychological profile of the Don's dead fiancée.
This time, I won't be a breeding mare fighting off assassins. I will dissect the devil himself.
8.2
I spent a year in a Swiss asylum, swallowing pills to cure a madness that didn’t exist.
It turned out the medication was just sugar.
My insanity was a script written by Jaxon Francis, the Don of New York, just so he could marry a Cartel princess without his ward getting in the way.
When I finally escaped and tried to leave him, his new wife staged her own kidnapping and framed me.
Jaxon didn’t ask for proof. He didn’t look at the evidence.
Instead, he tied a rope around my ankles and dragged me behind a helicopter across the jagged rocks of the Wastelands.
He held his wife close and watched as my skin was flayed and my bones shattered, believing he was executing a traitor.
He left me for dead in the dirt, convinced he had cleansed his empire.
I took the hush money his mother threw at me and vanished, letting Alina Phillips die in that field.
Three years later, I returned to New York as "Echo," the elusive artist the world was obsessing over.
At a charity auction, Jaxon bid one hundred million dollars for a painting of a woman’s scarred back, desperate to buy redemption for the ghost he thought he killed.
He chased me into the rain, begging for a second chance, swearing he had destroyed his wife for me.
I looked at the man who once held my heart and simply smiled.
Then I turned to the man standing beside me.
"Jaxon, meet Darwin," I said, linking my arm through his.
"My husband."
9.1
I stood at the altar in a fifty-thousand-dollar custom lace gown, waiting to marry the boy I had loved since I was five.
But Silas didn't say "I do."
He answered a phone call, turned pale, and bolted toward the exit as if the gates of hell had opened, leaving me to face five hundred of New York's most dangerous criminals alone.
He left me for a waitress named Lola.
The humiliation was suffocating. The elite of the Five Families looked at me with pity, a Genovese princess rejected for trash.
When Silas finally returned, he didn't apologize.
He showed up with hickeys on his neck, clinging to Lola, and had the audacity to suggest I become his mistress.
He even demanded I hand over my dowry—millions in weapons and cash—so he could fund their lifestyle and "redecorate" with her.
He thought I was still the innocent girl who would beg for his scraps.
He didn't realize that in the moment he ran, a shadow had stepped forward to fill the void.
Dante Moretti. The Don. Silas's uncle.
The most feared man in the city looked at me with dark, predatory eyes and offered me a choice: be a victim, or be a Queen.
"Since you are to marry a Moretti," Dante said, extending his scarred hand, "why not marry the head of the table?"
I looked at the door where Silas had disappeared, then at the Reaper standing before me.
"I do," I whispered.
Silas thought he had ruined my life, but he only cleared the way for me to marry the monster who would burn the world down for me.
8.7
Synopsis:
She thought she could forget him by morning. She was wrong.
Catherine Moretti wanted to escape her past.
As the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, her life was full of danger, lies, and control. So she ran, hoping to start over, far from the world she was born into.
But one reckless night turned her life upside down, just to find out later she's pregnant with the hot Italian stranger's baby, the one she spent the night with!
Now, she's pulled back into the mafia world, only this time, into Nico's.
She ran from one mafia king... and ended up in the arms of his enemy
However, Nico isn't the kind of man you walk away from.
And in his world, one night can turn into forever.
8.4
"You don't belong in my world," he growled, his hand tightening around my waist.
"Then why do you keep pulling me deeper into it?" I whispered.
Ten years ago, I lost everything, my parents, my innocence, my trust in fate.
I only remember his shaking hands... and the birthmark on his arm.
Now, the most feared man in the city wants me.
A billionaire who commands blood and silence.
A mafia king who kneels only in the dark, only for me.
But what happens when I discover that the man I love...
...is the same man who destroyed my life?
8.6
Rena hid her legendary medical talent to live quietly as a housewife, only to be mocked by her husband. "Rena, how could you compare to Elyse? She's a renowned surgeon. You're just a housewife who can't even hold a scalpel."
His family scorned her background, unaware she had once been the youngest lead surgeon in the peacekeeping forces. Her mother once ruled the medical field, and her father-head of an old-money dynasty that stretched back generations.
When humiliation pushed too far, she chose divorce and returned to her true world-where elites, tycoons, and even mafia families welcomed her back.
At the medical summit, her ex finally realized the wife he scorned was a legend.
By then, a powerful mafia don had already claimed her. "Rena, you belong to me. If I catch you looking at your ex-husband one more time, I'll make sure he vanishes from this world for good."
He was a feared mafia kingpin, worshipped by all, and yet here he was, kneeling at her feet.