BILLIONAIRE MAFIA LORD & HIS GIFTED BRIDE

BILLIONAIRE MAFIA LORD & HIS GIFTED BRIDE

AlphaB

5.0
Comment(s)
30
View
33
Chapters

Elena was given to him - not asked, not chosen, just handed over as if her life belonged to someone else. She is fragile, unloved, and wary of every touch, every glance. Lorenzo De Luca, ruthless, possessive, and feared by everyone, is the only man who can claim her. She hates him... but her body and heart refuse to obey. As danger closes in and secrets threaten to destroy everything, their twisted bond grows - a dance of desire, dominance, and betrayal. Will Elena survive Lorenzo's world of power, passion, and ruthless obsession, or will she lose herself completely to the man who owns her?

BILLIONAIRE MAFIA LORD & HIS GIFTED BRIDE Chapter 1 Contracted to him

Elena arrived quietly. Not crying. Not begging. Not even apologizing. Just a girl standing at the doorway of Lorenzo De Luca's private residence, clutching a small handbag to her chest as if it were the last thing in the world that had ever chosen her.

Her coat was thin, shoes scuffed, and posture careful, like she had been trained to take up as little space as possible. Soft mouth. Long lashes. Skin that seemed too fragile to be admired. She didn't demand attention. She barely wanted it.

Lorenzo didn't rise from his chair. One ankle rested over the other as he studied her. Slow, measured. Assessing. Waiting to see where the weakness would show.

"This is her," said the man behind her, voice too eager.

Lorenzo said nothing. The silence stretched. She lowered her eyes instinctively, curling into herself.

That annoyed him.

"Does she speak?" he asked.

"Of course," her guardian said. "She's... shy."

Shy was a lie people used when the truth was crueler.

Lorenzo leaned forward. "What's your name?"

"Elena," she whispered.

Only her first name. As if she didn't deserve more.

"Look at me."

Her breath caught. Slowly, obediently, she raised her eyes. It wasn't fear. It wasn't confidence. Just quiet, almost hopeless acceptance.

Something sharp lodged itself in his chest.

They talked around her. Debts, promises, obligations she had no say in. She stood there, nodding politely, hands folded like she might be punished for moving wrong.

When the men finally left, relief crossed her face before she could stop it.

"You're relieved," he said.

She froze. "I- I didn't mean-"

"Sit," he interrupted.

Perching on the edge of the chair, she obeyed, smoothing her skirt three times, tucking her hair behind her ear, then letting it fall again.

"You know why you're here," he said.

"Yes," she whispered.

"And you agreed to this?"

"Yes," she repeated, quieter. Hesitation lingered. That hesitation mattered.

"You don't sound certain."

"I wasn't asked," she admitted, voice trembling, "in a way that allowed me to say no."

There it was. Small, honest, devastating.

Lorenzo stood. She flinched - not dramatically, just a brief tightening of her shoulders.

His jaw clenched.

He stopped in front of her. Close enough that she could smell him - dark, expensive, dangerous.

"You're safe here," he said.

"Safe?" she whispered, uncertainty shading her tone.

"Yes," he said. "But don't confuse safety with freedom."

Her eyes dropped. "I wouldn't."

He tilted her chin with one finger. Not gentle. Not rough. Deliberate.

"You belong to me now. That doesn't mean I'll hurt you. It means no one else will."

Her breath stuttered. Relief flickered, followed instantly by shame.

"I understand," she whispered.

He studied her, then said softly, "You're shaking."

"I always do," she admitted.

Her honesty struck something unexpected in him.

That night, she expected him to touch her. Expected cruelty, cold indifference, punishment.

What she didn't expect was distance.

He showed her where she would sleep. Gave her space. Said nothing more.

That hurt more than anything.

Because lying alone in a bed too large for her, she realized something terrifying: she wanted his attention.

Even if it hurt.

In the dark, barely audible, she whispered, "Goodnight."

A pause. Then his voice, low and controlled, came from beside her. "Sleep. You're mine now. No one takes what's mine."

Her chest tightened.

And just as she began to close her eyes, she heard it - a sharp, metallic click from the lock on the bedroom door.

The kind of click that wasn't supposed to happen.

Not tonight.

And then a voice, rough and unfamiliar, murmured through the shadows:

"Did he really think no one would try to take what's his?"

Her heart stopped.

Because it wasn't just a visitor. It wasn't just a threat. It was the first sign that her life, her fragile safety, and even Lorenzo himself were about to explode into danger she couldn't run from.......

Continue Reading

You'll also like

Rising From Wreckage: Starfall's Epic Comeback

Rising From Wreckage: Starfall's Epic Comeback

Huo Wuer
4.5

Rain hammered against the asphalt as my sedan spun violently into the guardrail on the I-95. Blood trickled down my temple, stinging my eyes, while the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers mocked my panic. Trembling, I dialed my husband, Clive. His executive assistant answered instead, his voice professional and utterly cold. "Mr. Wilson says to stop the theatrics. He said, and I quote, 'Hang up. Tell her I don’t have time for her emotional blackmail tonight.'" The line went dead while I was still trapped in the wreckage. At the hospital, I watched the news footage of Clive wrapping his jacket around his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Angelena, shielding her from the storm I was currently bleeding in. When I returned to our penthouse, I found a prenatal ultrasound in his suit pocket, dated the day he claimed to be on a business trip. Instead of an apology, Clive met me with a sneer. He told me I was nothing but an "expensive decoration" his father bought to make him look stable. He froze my bank accounts and cut off my cards, waiting for the hunger to drive me back to his feet. I stared at the man I had loved for four years, realizing he didn't just want a wife; he wanted a prop he could switch off. He thought he could starve me into submission while he played father to another woman's child. But Clive forgot one thing. Before I was his trophy wife, I was Starfall—the legendary voice actress who vanished at the height of her fame. "I'm not jealous, Clive. I'm done." I grabbed my old microphone and walked out. I’m not just leaving him; I’m taking the lead role in the biggest saga in Hollywood—the one Angelena is desperate for. This time, the "decoration" is going to burn his world down.

One Night With My Billionaire Boss

One Night With My Billionaire Boss

Nathaniel Stone
4.5

I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn. Beside me lay Ezra Gardner—my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers. He didn’t offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement. "Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins." He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend’s apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I’d spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes. I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe. "Showtime, Mrs. Gardner." Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend’s face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down.

HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)

HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)

Viviene
4.9

Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book
BILLIONAIRE MAFIA LORD & HIS GIFTED BRIDE BILLIONAIRE MAFIA LORD & HIS GIFTED BRIDE AlphaB Modern
“Elena was given to him - not asked, not chosen, just handed over as if her life belonged to someone else. She is fragile, unloved, and wary of every touch, every glance. Lorenzo De Luca, ruthless, possessive, and feared by everyone, is the only man who can claim her. She hates him... but her body and heart refuse to obey. As danger closes in and secrets threaten to destroy everything, their twisted bond grows - a dance of desire, dominance, and betrayal. Will Elena survive Lorenzo's world of power, passion, and ruthless obsession, or will she lose herself completely to the man who owns her?”
1

Chapter 1 Contracted to him

31/01/2026

2

Chapter 2 Shadow over Desire

31/01/2026

3

Chapter 3 His True Self

31/01/2026

4

Chapter 4 Awake in the Dark

31/01/2026

5

Chapter 5 A taste of him

01/02/2026

6

Chapter 6 Unwelcomed guests

02/02/2026

7

Chapter 7 A night to remember

02/02/2026

8

Chapter 8 Incomplete joy

02/02/2026

9

Chapter 9 Her savior

05/02/2026

10

Chapter 10 The shape of control

05/02/2026

11

Chapter 11 Fault Lines

06/02/2026

12

Chapter 12 The One Who Stayed

06/02/2026

13

Chapter 13 FAULT LINE

08/02/2026

14

Chapter 14 Betrayals Edge

08/02/2026

15

Chapter 15 Beautiful Connections

11/02/2026

16

Chapter 16 What Was Never Meant To Be Said

11/02/2026

17

Chapter 17 The Truth is not Gentle

13/02/2026

18

Chapter 18 The Things We Survived

14/02/2026

19

Chapter 19 Difficult Decision

15/02/2026

20

Chapter 20 Distance

17/02/2026

21

Chapter 21 Painful words

19/02/2026

22

Chapter 22 Unexpected News

21/02/2026

23

Chapter 23 An Enemy Closer to Home

23/02/2026

24

Chapter 24 New Found hope

24/02/2026

25

Chapter 25 A fleeting moment of Joy

25/02/2026

26

Chapter 26 Uncertainty

27/02/2026

27

Chapter 27 Passion

27/02/2026

28

Chapter 28 Disrupted peace

02/03/2026

29

Chapter 29 Rescue mission

04/03/2026

30

Chapter 30 Torn between choices

04/03/2026

31

Chapter 31 What we leave behind

05/03/2026

32

Chapter 32 A Different Kind of Tomorrow

06/03/2026

33

Chapter 33 The Masquerade Night

07/03/2026