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 6
SELENA
After the wedding, I was brought back into the same room I had been locked up in, I was given a pajama to change into and a plate of porridge and orange juice by my nightstand. I changed into pajamas after taking a quick shower as I couldn't trust that there weren't any hidden cameras around the bathroom and the room itself.
Thereafter, a maid came to check on me and she wasn't pleased that I had not yet touched the food by the nightstand, she tried to talk me into eating the food but I didn't care about her complaint. Instead, I sent her out of my room hurling insults at her and telling her to tell her boss that I wanted to see him immediately.
How could I eat under these circumstances? I had not yet seen my mum or sister as promised, I didn't know where they were or what he might have done to them and the thought was killing me.
I spent the whole afternoon till evening pacing around my room waiting for him to come as I requested but he didn't show up, my heart started racing as I thought about my family. I missed them terribly, and I didn't know if I would ever get to see them again.
Eventually, I lay in bed orchestrating different unrealistic plans to get out of here once I was reunited with my mum and sister.
What was I even thinking when I said yes to his marriage proposal? Now that I thought about it, I was his wife legally, did that mean he was going to consummate the wedding?
I gulped at the thought of his filthy hands on my body, my skin crawled just imagining him trying to be sexual with me. I couldn't picture it and I didn't want to.
Finally, the door creaked open, and he stepped inside. I could feel the fear rising in me, but I also felt a flare of anger. I was tired of being his prisoner.
"I want to see my mum and sister," I demanded, my voice shaking with emotion.
He didn't answer, just stood there staring at me with his cold, lifeless eyes. I could feel his gaze burning into me, and it made my skin crawl.
"You can't keep me locked up in here forever," I continue talking, my voice louder this time as his eyes trailed my body with a repulsive look.
I looked a mess because I hadn't slept for two days, and I wasn't eating any of their food except when I was forced to for the wedding but I didn't care how I looked and I was sure he didn't care either.
"Is that a dare?" He finally spoke and I took my words back. "The maids said you wanted to see me, isn't that a bit too early?" He said closing the door behind him.
What did he mean by too early? Did he think that I called him here to sleep with him? Was he out of his mind?
I had sent for him in the afternoon after the wedding and he was just showing up in the middle of the night, I wanted to hurl insults at him but I calmed myself remembering that he had my mum and sister locked up somewhere and I wouldn't be able to see them without his order to release them.
"We had a deal, we get married and I see my family."
"You sent for me because you had doubts?" he asked.
"I kept my end of the deal, we had an agreement," I said not minding his question. His question was irrelevant to me because I had every right to doubt his words, I didn't trust him, I didn't even know him.
A smirk fell on his face after I was done talking, and it made me wonder if I had said something funny. He walked past me to the nightstand taking an Ipad that was next to the plate of porridge which I didn't notice all this while and raised it in the air.
"If someone had eaten their food, they would have noticed that I kept my end of the deal," he said handing the iPad to me, I stared at him confused by his action and I was sure my hesitation to collect the iPad from him irritated him as he returned it on the nightstand.
"I don't understand, what has this Ipad got to do with me seeing my family?"
"You can communicate with them whenever you want through this Ipad," he informed me.
"What?" I yelled.
"You heard me loud and clear," he said placing his hands into his pockets. "I said you could see them and that's what you are going to do with the Ipad until you prove to me that I can let you see them physically."
My jaw dropped at his words, I stared at him not believing he just actually said that to me, I had agreed to his proposal because he gave me his word and now he was trying to twist it and make me look stupid.
My frustration boiled into anger, and before I knew it, I walked up to me and my hand connected with his cheek in a loud slap. It felt good to strike back, to assert some control over the situation.
I saw the shock instantly in his eyes as his hand went to his cheek and I backed away hurriedly, almost as surprised as he was.
He stared at me, the anger in his eyes matching my own. For a moment, we stood there in silence, both of us seething with emotion.
Then, finally, he spoke.
"You belong to me now," he said, his voice low and menacing. "For that slap, you won't be speaking to your mum and sister for a week," he added going to take the iPad from the nightstand.
I knew then that I was truly trapped, and the fear I had been holding back came crashing down on me with full force as he threw a cold glance at me before walking out of the room.
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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.