Mafia Books for Women
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BOUND TO YOU
Mafia boss Damon is on the run after killing an aide to Carlos Genovese who was his rival. His ruthless pursuit for more success and vengeance leaves little no room for matters of the heart. When he’s forced to be neighbors with Maria Rose, all that changes. Maria, despite her situation, opens her arms lovingly to a man she knew nothing about. For the first time, Damon feels strange things that he knew could end him. What happens when he finds out that Maria Rose is Carlos Genovese’ daughter? Their love story is one that was never supposed to happen but would it stand the tests of time even when secrets that could destroy them both are revealed? Read on to find out what happens./1/115384/coverorgin.jpg?v=4e18250b1b8682b3874e572ae64bef05&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn: The Mafia Bride's Fiery Revenge
I was only fifteen when my venomous family orchestrated my doom by forcing me into an arranged marriage with mafia heir Javier Velasquez. On our wedding night, Javier paraded strippers into our suite to show his absolute contempt, turning me into the ultimate joke of the underworld overnight. But being a joke was a luxury compared to what came next. Three years later, Javier needed to be a widower to marry into a heavily armed family and secure their backing for a coup. He didn't grant me the mercy of a bullet. Instead, he dragged me to an abandoned underground safehouse, locked me in the damp, rotting dark, and told the world I had been assassinated. For six months, I starved in that dungeon, surviving only on the desperate hope that my family was safe. Then, on the day of his lavish new wedding, a cruel maid kicked a plate of spoiled food onto my floor and delivered the final, fatal blow. "Annabel is dead. Pined away and died of a broken heart two weeks ago." My gentle mother was dead, all because she actually believed his lie about my tragic murder. Driven by pure agony and an all-consuming hatred, I shattered crates of smuggled chemical solvents and struck a match, letting the roaring inferno turn their bloody wedding into my funeral pyre. I thought the fire was the end. But when I opened my eyes, the suffocating smoke vanished, replaced by the biting chill of a Long Island winter. I was standing in the snow, back on the exact day my descent into hell began. This time, the terrified girl was dead, and I would use their own ruthless rules to tear their empire apart./0/70801/coverorgin.jpg?v=ccf8973fe516ebe205441c1bada80a60&imageMogr2/format/webp)
KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON
Gracie Miller's father is a big time fraudster- scamming rich people for a living. At least until he crosses the wrong people. The infamous Black Silver Cartel with control over the European black markets. A mafia cartel. To prevent her father from being killed, Gracie is taken as hostage by the leader of this cartel, Raymond Silver. But then when sparks begin to fly, can Gracie overlook the fact that- she's falling for her kidnapper?/0/64231/coverorgin.jpg?v=be46fcecbc4759229544d459b16ae8dd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Don's Rebellion
Aria works with art. Luca is part of a crime family. They meet when Aria sees something she should not. Luca is supposed to harm Aria, however he can't. Instead, they begin to fall in love. But it is no longer clean. There are terrible folks who want to damage them. Luca's family would not like that he loves Aria. And Aria isn't always sure if she will be able to accept it as true with someone like Luca. As they get nearer, things get extra risky. Other crime households are fighting for electricity. Aria and Luca must make difficult picks. Can they live collectively? Will their love be robust and sufficient? There's lots of movement in this story. People fight. There are vehicle chases. But there's also a lot of love. Aria and Luca have to determine if they can go away their old lives at the back of. If you like tales about forbidden love and second possibilities, you'll revel in this. It's interesting and romantic. You'll need to recognise what happens to Aria and Luca. Will they come to be together? Or will their beyond tear them apart? Read to find out!/0/76903/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250506182337&imageMogr2/format/webp)
NERO'S GAME
Olivia crosses paths with the ruthless mafia boss,Nero, on the day she plans to elope with her boyfriend, after her mother forces her to join the convent. She has no idea that she left with more than his jacket. She escapes with a chip that contains the secrets of his business empire and his heir in her womb. Olivia is kidnapped and taken to Italy, and into a world she never imagined- filled with danger, betrayal, lies and death. Will Olivia be able to survive the world she is , and will she capture the heart of the ruthless Nero De Santis?/0/73305/coverorgin.jpg?v=3e381d8c331fbe50d0753eb74865959e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound by blood and deception
Emily Moretti thought she had left the mafia world behind. She was a former FBI agent turned private investigator, Emily has spent years burying the ghosts of her past, especially the death of her brother, Luca, a low-level enforcer for the powerful Moretti Crime Family. Suddenly, Victor Romano, a shadowy figure from the rival Romano Family, offers her a chance to uncover the truth about Luca’s death; she is drawn back into the dangerous underworld she swore to escape. Posing as Elena Moretti, a niece to don carlo returning to the family fold, Emily infiltrates the Moretti Family’s sprawling empire. Led by her estranged uncle, **Don Carlo Moretti, the family is more than just a crime syndicate, they’re orchestrating a global conspiracy that could destabilize the world’s financial markets. As Emily digs deeper, she crosses paths with Marcus Moretti, Don Carlo’s ruthless but enigmatic right-hand man. Despite her best efforts, Emily finds herself drawn to Marcus, whose charm and vulnerability hint at secrets of his own. But nothing is as it seems. When Emily discovers evidence linking Victor to Luca’s death, she realizes she’s been played and that she has been his pawn all along. Betrayed and hunted by both the Moretti and Romano Families, Emily forms an uneasy alliance with Sophia Russo, an investigative journalist with her own vendetta against the mafia. Together, they uncover a web of lies, corruption, and betrayal that reaches far beyond the Moretti Family. As the stakes rise, Emily is forced to confront her own demons, and the shocking truth about Marcus, who reveals he’s actually Luca Moretti, her brother, who faked his death to go undercover. Torn between her love for Luca and her mission to bring down the family, Emily must navigate a dangerous game of deception where trust is a liability and loyalty is a double-edged sword. In a heart-pounding climax, Emily and Luca infiltrate the Moretti Family’s Sicilian stronghold, only to face the ultimate betrayal from someone they thought they could trust. As the family’s empire crumbles, Emily must decide how far she’s willing to go for justice and for love./0/55002/coverorgin.jpg?v=17dad93b3e9f3f6cdfa6f604f90a2082&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hiding The Son Of The Mafia Boss
It's twelve o'clock in the morning but my eyes are still wide open, hoping that he will come even after midnight. I'm trying to convince myself that maybe he went somewhere or maybe he bought some more surprises for me first, especially since it's our anniversary today, but at this time it's impossible that there are any stores open. My favorite cooked food and we always eat it every time we go out is cold, the candle that I have been changing every time the one I lit has run out. I slowly wiped the tears that escaped from my eyes, after which the waiter approached me. "Sir, let's put it away. It's already twelve o'clock and it looks like what you're waiting for won't come" was his sad voice that made me laugh out loud while trying not to cry. "Maybe, I'm sorry if I bothered you. It doesn't matter. I'll pay. I'm sorry I kept you waiting" I said shyly, especially since what time was it, they really waited patiently even past the time their job "Please don't, sir, your initial payment is enough. You don't have to pay again" he said with a smile that made me smile. Before I went home, I thanked them and asked for their patience, especially since I just waited for them for nothing. As soon as I walked out the door, the tears that I had been holding back quickly came to the fore. My eyes were blurry as I walked down the dark road to the nearest waiting shed. When I arrived, I immediately adjusted my appearance, especially since there were other people waiting for a ride. Even though my eyes were swollen shut, and it was obvious that I was crying a lot, I managed not to cry while sitting in front of many people. Somehow I can still control my emotions. Just a few minutes later, a taxi came by, so I got in. As soon as I got on board, I immediately told the driver where he was going to drop me off, and he also moved easily and didn't say anything else. During the flight, only weak sobs and cries that I could hear filled the entire car, I know that the driver felt my pain but he just let me go. During our three-year relationship with Kieth, I can barely feel his growing cold toward me. There were times when whenever I wanted to be clingy to him he would quickly avoid and turn his back on me. He also always forgets important days, like monthsarry and my birthday. His coldness only started when whenever something happened between us, I always made him use protection. Kieth is the type of man who is not satisfied and is not easily satisfied. He also has a narrow mind and his perspective is not open to other things. FLASHBACK "You're getting big, Jion! Every time something happens to us, you always put a condom on me, what do you think of me? A dirty man who has a lot of sex and is sick?! You're getting big with your tits!" What he was saying to me with a smile made me close my eyes because of the loudness of his voice. "N-it's not like that, I just want both of us to be protected" was my excuse that only made him angrier. "It's up to you! That bitch! You're still cleaning your pussy! I've hit you again! It's up to you!" he said furiously and stormed out of the room. END OF FLASHBACK As much as I wanted to tell him the real reason why I made him wear protection, I was afraid of his reaction. Because I'm a barrier. I am one of the small population of men who can carry people. And beyond that are the horrible comments we get from people. And Kieth was one of them. When I asked him about men who can carry people, he just laughed at me. That was also the day I wanted to confess the truth to him about my personality, but I didn't think to continue because of his spicy words that caused me to hide everything from him. "Those are children of the devil, I don't even know how they were formed. I have a strong feeling that they are children of Satan or maybe from another planet, who wouldn't be afraid? A man can get pregnant? I've been fooled" Those were the exact words that came out of Kieth's mouth, that's why even though I wanted to tell him about my condition, it was better to hide everything from him. That's why I was afraid of him knowing that I could get pregnant, so I always made him wear protection especially since there is a high possibility of me getting pregnant. And because of that, we often argue about that, this is what we always fight about especially because of his attitude that he should be the one who obeys in everything. Maybe that's why he was getting farther and farther away, until he was too far away and I couldn't catch up with him. "Sir we are here" I immediately turned around when the driver suddenly spoke, so I quickly paid and got out of the taxi. I walked towards our house absentmindedly. If only people could see me now, I'd be staggering like a zombie, looking like heaven and earth had fallen, but I didn't care anymore and went straight ahead. I was about to open the gate when I saw that the light in our room was on, a sign that Kieth was home. It's impossible that/0/81284/coverorgin.jpg?v=c998ee772fb09a8d139d85de1ce0746b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Virgin For The Mafia Prince
Elena's world takes a wild spin when the rugged Mafia prince, Dante, chooses to wed her over her cousin, Antonia. Facing her abusive family's wrath for allegedly enchanting the mafia prince, Elena's heart remains loyal to her true love, Isaac, whom she plans to escape with. Against her wishes, Dante seals their marriage fate, leaving Elena helpless. Yet, Dante's love for her is boundless, until a sudden twist frames her for betrayal. Unfazed, Dante turns cold and ruthless, opting to marry her cousin. As Dante's cruelty escalates, a shocking revelation unveils the truth behind the false accusation. But it's too late – Elena's heart, once warmed by their love, turns icy. Despite Dante's desperate attempts to mend their shattered connection, the wounds of betrayal threaten to forever shatter their once-promising love story./0/87542/coverorgin.jpg?v=a65622fe391ff0c53d7a1afe4186c317&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Owned by the Mafia King
Isabella Romano is forced into marriage with Dante Moretti, the ruthless and feared Mafia King of Italy, to save her family from financial and political ruin. From the start, Dante makes it clear that she is nothing but his possession, a pawn in his dangerous world. Their marriage is cold, filled with tension and unspoken desire, as Isabella struggles to adjust to a life surrounded by guns, blood, and secrets. She resents him but is drawn to him, and despite his cruel exterior, Dante protects her fiercely, showing rare glimpses of vulnerability that confuse her heart. Their attraction grows, a slow burn turning into fiery passion, but Dante fights his feelings, convinced that love is weakness. Meanwhile, danger closes in as a failed assassination attempt makes Dante suspect a traitor inside his own family. The situation worsens when Rossi, a dangerous rival with a personal vendetta against Dante, targets Isabella, kidnapping her to lure Dante into a trap. Dante unleashes his most ruthless side, killing anyone who stands in his way, and rescues her in a bloody showdown. Rossi dies, but before his last breath, he reveals that someone very close to Dante was helping him. The betrayal shakes the Moretti empire. Dante begins a merciless hunt for the traitor while growing more protective and possessive of Isabella. She, once a pawn, starts proving her strength, standing up to Dante and even helping him uncover secrets. Their bond deepens, breaking down Dante's emotional walls, though he still refuses to openly admit love. The truth finally explodes when the traitor is revealed to be Marco, Dante's own cousin, who has allied with a rival mafia family to take the throne. Marco kidnaps Isabella, forcing Dante to choose between surrendering his empire or losing her. Instead of bowing to the betrayal, Dante declares war, igniting a brutal mafia conflict that leaves cities burning and bodies falling. Through the chaos, Isabella refuses to remain a helpless hostage-her courage and intelligence help Dante turn the tables on his enemies. Their love, once forbidden and hidden, becomes a powerful weapon as Dante finally admits he cannot live without her. In the final war, Dante kills Marco in a violent showdown, reclaiming his position as the undisputed Mafia King. With his enemies destroyed and his empire stronger than ever, he openly claims Isabella not just as his wife, but as his queen. Their love, born from fire and blood, seals their reign over the criminal underworld. And in his final vow to her, Dante promises that no one will ever dare touch what belongs to him again./1/110382/coverorgin.jpg?v=4d3ae46d5ccec033405108753d1d92f7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Swapped Bride: His Unseen Queen
I woke up gasping for air, expecting to feel the crushed ribs and shattered glass from the fatal car crash. Instead, I found myself in the cavernous bedroom of the Franco Estate in 1928 Chicago. In my past life, my stepmother forced me to marry a golden-boy politician, while throwing my stepsister Clara to Damien Franco, the ruthless mafia boss. But Clara became the Mafia Queen, and Damien destroyed my husband's career, leaving me to die in disgrace as a sacrificed pawn. This time, the script was flipped. My stepmother kept the "clean" politician for Clara and threw me to the monster. Just three days after my wedding, my family arrived at my new home. Not to comfort me, but to strip me of my late mother's trust fund. They rigged my assets, leaving me with toxic, gang-tied warehouses designed to bankrupt me and get me killed in an Irish mob turf war. "She's not a wife, she's collateral meant to absorb the mafia's bullets. She'll be dead within a year." Clara's mocking words reached my ears, confirming my darkest fears. I spent my entire last life bleeding my soul dry for their approval, only to be betrayed. I couldn't fathom how my own father and brothers could gleefully orchestrate my murder just to line their pockets. But they had no idea they had just handed me the keys to the underworld. I wasn't that naive girl anymore. I slammed the ledgers of their embezzlement onto the mahogany table, looked my arrogant brothers in the eye, and invoked the absolute, bloody laws of the Cosa Nostra to collect their debts. This time, I would tear their empire to the ground./1/106784/coverorgin.jpg?v=0ea50db477505bd79d5073895230693d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Owned by the Devil King
Elara Voss runs from an arranged marriage-only to fall into the hands of the most dangerous man in the city. Nikolai Volkov is known as the Devil King, ruler of an underground empire built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, he has no weakness-until Elara crashes into his world carrying a family name tied to his darkest betrayal. Taken as leverage against her powerful father, Elara refuses to submit, even when trapped inside Nikolai's gilded cage. Her defiance fuels his obsession. What begins as captivity turns into a slow-burning, forbidden attraction neither of them can escape. But love built on lies always demands a price. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, Elara must decide whether to destroy the man who owns her-or become the woman who rules beside him. A dark, emotionally intense mafia romance filled with obsession, betrayal, redemption, and a love strong enough to challenge an empire./1/109600/coverorgin.jpg?v=71ff3e9baa341820fd8f16a1d5b9fc55&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bastard Bride's Vow of Mafia Vengeance
My father arranged a marriage for my half-sister, Emmalee, with Don Damian Griffith, the ruthless "King of New York." But Emmalee, in love with a penniless lawyer, refused and, weeping, pointed at me, the illegitimate daughter, offering me as the sacrifice. My stepmother packed cheap plastic pearls and copper chains, and my father coldly told me to "bleed quietly" if the Don decided to cut me. "Don't think you've won, Isabell," Emmalee hissed, handing me a shimmering emerald gown, the signature color of the Don's volatile mistress-a clear death trap. Why did my own family want me dead? As the armored car pulled away, I dumped the green silk, put on a dress of pure ivory, and fastened our family's stolen midnight-blue sapphires around my neck. They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter, but I was walking into the lion's den with a hidden blade./1/113824/coverorgin.jpg?v=c5317f4669c2d06bb8a4ea97e58c8482&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Comatose Wife's Billionaire Family Comeback
I was trapped in a locked-in state for six months, fully conscious but unable to move a single muscle. My step-family, Delma and Jazmyne, marched into my hospital room, forged a Do Not Resuscitate order, and yanked out my oxygen tube just to stop paying my medical bills. When my three-year-old daughter, Amari, leaped out from under the bed to protect me, they beat her mercilessly. They kicked my tiny girl in the stomach, smashed a heavy metal IV pole into her fragile shoulder, and dragged her out by her ankles. They even tied her to a tree in their backyard and let a massive Rottweiler tear into her flesh, laughing as they recorded her agonizing screams. I lay in that hospital bed, hearing every blow and every desperate cry. I didn't understand why they had to torture an innocent toddler just because they thought I was a worthless piece of trash with amnesia. A tidal wave of absolute fury crashed against the invisible walls of my paralyzed body, burning away the despair. Gritting my teeth until my jaw popped, I forced my dead weight off the mattress and dragged my atrophied legs across the freezing floor to a landline. With trembling, bloody fingers, I punched in a twelve-digit military-grade encrypted code. It was time for my real family—the most powerful men in the country—to make these monsters pay./1/112260/coverorgin.jpg?v=dc77745e94054824e0d1d1a0c39180eb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia King's Runaway Ghost Bride
I woke up freezing in a dark alley with no memory of the last five years, only to stumble back to my powerful mafia family. They wept and told me I had been murdered on my sixteenth birthday. But the real nightmare wasn't my death—it was the man who refused to let my corpse go. Damien Moretti, the ruthless Don of Chicago, went completely mad. He locked my lifeless body in a secret vault, dressing me in pristine silk and worshipping my ghost in the dark. My brothers had to risk their lives to steal my "body" back just to give me a proper burial. Now, he has discovered my tomb is empty, and his hounds are tearing the city apart to find the thieves. "If the Wraith finds out she is breathing, he will lock her in a gilded cage forever." My father's terrified warning rings in my ears. I am trapped in my own home, shivering as fragments of my coma return. I can still feel Damien's phantom kisses and hear his obsessive, necrophilic whispers in the pitch black. Tonight, he forced his way into our estate and stood in my bedroom, desecrating my clothes while I hid breathless in the closet. Tomorrow is the charity gala. My family is risking a mafia war to smuggle me out of the city, and I must escape before the dark king drags me back to my grave./0/99276/coverorgin.jpg?v=10b1d72c01d87954bf05a2e7e8dbfb9a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Ex-wife – A Plea for Forgiveness
Kevin Harrison Giordano is a powerful CEO who hides a dark identity as a mafia boss. His life takes an unexpected turn when he discovers that his wife is, in fact, his enemy's spy. Irritated, he confronted her: "I loved you, Justine... but now I can only hate you with all my strength." Frowning, Kevin exploded. "You were a beautiful mistake and my downfall, Justine Delacroix." He took the Glock from his subordinate's hands. "Please don't hurt me," she said, curling up in the chair, protecting her belly. "I'm pregnant," she confessed in a trembling voice. Moved by the revelation, the cold man watched her as she hugged her belly. Although he hated her, he still didn't have the heart to punish a pregnant woman. Touching Justine's thin arm, he forced her to stand up. "Get out of my sight before I do something I'll regret!" Kevin adopted his authoritarian stance once again. He usually acted this way with his subordinates, but he had never treated her this way before. "But I'm pregnant with your child," she said, showing him the pregnancy test she was holding. "Find Andrew Turner. I'm sure it's his child." His anger was so great that he refused to believe her. Seven years later, Justine's son was in critical condition after being shot. The boy had a rare blood type, and Bryan's father was the only person who could help him. How will Kevin react when he discovers that the child is really his son and that little Bryan is between life and death? Amid secrets, divided loyalties, and resentments, Kevin and Justine must face difficult choices about love, redemption, and justice./1/109601/coverorgin.jpg?v=68a277f835ccb79e3339d0204156dd4b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth of the Mafia Mistress
My fiancé Jaret Frazier promised to protect me on my nineteenth birthday. By the next year, he had married a Mafia Princess for power and locked me in a hidden apartment as his secret mistress. When his new wife discovered I was pregnant, she didn't file for divorce. She sent her enforcers to my bedside. They held me down while a back-alley butcher tore my unborn son from my womb. Jaret never came to save me. For ten years, I rotted in that gilded cage, watching him use my money to become an Underboss while I faded into a ghost. I died alone, completely erased. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back in my own bed, unscarred, the calendar turned back to the year my life was destroyed. Jaret was still just my fiancé, not yet my jailer. And this time, I wouldn't be the one who ended up in a cage./0/69397/coverorgin.jpg?v=1b0f98291045c08d5922de9c07fa534f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia Lord's Woman
In Sicily, Danica thought she'd escaped her suffocating past, but Ignazio's mysterious allure drew her in. As they grew closer, she uncovered his dark past and Mafia connections, and the dark truth about her father's role in his wife's murder. Torn between love and fear, she must confront her own demons and decide whether to forgive or flee. But as their secrets entwine, she realize that their past mistakes may be the very thing that destroys them– or sets them free./1/112574/coverorgin.jpg?v=907f7362271fb4c2075865e536ecb9f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Phantom Heiress: The Underboss's Obsession
I was 'Nine', the deadliest assassin of The Syndicate. But yesterday, my boss faked my death in an explosion and sent me to New York. I was ordered to infiltrate the Russo family as their long-lost biological daughter. But my biological parents didn't want me. They loved the fake daughter they had raised in my place. My mother called me a feral stray and tried to shove me into a mildewed servant's quarter, while the fake daughter lived in a grand suite. When the fake daughter cried upon seeing me, my father pointed a finger at my face, yelling at me for disrespecting his precious replacement. "You are nothing but a crude, uncultured mistake trying to ruin her life!" They treated me like garbage, trying to assert dominance over a girl they thought was a helpless stray. But when I cornered my mother and whispered my question, her reaction changed everything. "If I hadn't been stolen all those years ago, would you have even needed a replacement?" She didn't cry for the child she lost. Instead, all the color drained from her face, and her eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated terror. She knew. Even if she hadn't orchestrated it herself, my mother knew exactly why I was kidnapped eighteen years ago. They thought they could bully a pathetic orphan. They didn't realize they had just invited a monster into their home./0/67051/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f9277556d2f8649537fb88c9fc211ce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped in the Crime Lord's Obsession
He snapped his fingers, drawing my attention as he pulled out a thick document from his bag. With a calculated flick of his wrist, he opened it, revealing page after page of official-looking text. "This," he said, voice dripping with finality, "is the marriage contract. And you're going to sign it." He tossed it in my direction, a pen rolling alongside it. "This is the price of your freedom, your life and your mother's. I want you, Completely. And once you sign, you're mine and mine alone." I stared down at the contract, a wave of defiance bubbling up in me. I turned back to him, meeting his gaze head-on. "I never asked for your help," I said, "I would've found a way to save my mother on my own. You may think you own me, but I'd rather die than marry you." I turned away, my eyes drifting to the window, wishing for any way out. A slow smile crept across his face, a smug, knowing look that sent a chill down my spine. He knew exactly what I was thinking, as if my resistance only entertained him. "Look at me," he commanded. I reluctantly turned back, locking eyes with him. His face had shifted, his expression darkened, and for the first time, true fury was etched in his eyes. "I'll count to ten," he said, his voice like steel. "If that contract isn't signed by the time I reach ten, I'll make the same call I made to pay those bills. Only this time, the instructions will be different. Your mother... your sister...they'll both be gone." He took a breath, settling back as if the threat were a mere matter of routine. "So... ONE!!" I swallowed hard, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Could he be bluffing? No, I'd seen him kill before, seen how casually he turned life and death into sports. He wouldn't hesitate. "FOUR," he counted, voice cold, unwavering. My hands started to shake. What could I do? If I signed, I'd be bound to him forever, trapped as his wife. But if I didn't... my mother and sister's lives hung in the balance. "SEVEN." I closed my eyes, fighting the panic rising in my chest. He wouldn't do it, I told myself. He couldn't be that monstrous. But even as I thought it, the doubt crept in. I wasn't sure. Then, he hit "TEN" himself./1/114921/coverorgin.jpg?v=d90d7ca4a525d43af5eab87d9929d1a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
