Owned by the Mafia King

Owned by the Mafia King

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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.

Chapter 1 The Auction of Souls

The room smelled of money and danger. Gold chandeliers hung above the crowded hall, their light reflecting off glasses of expensive wine. Men in black suits sat in leather chairs, whispering about women as if they were talking about cars or jewelry.

I didn't belong here.

I sat in the corner, my wrists tied together with a thin silver chain. My heart raced as I looked at the stage where a man with a scarred face was shouting numbers. Girls were being sold to the highest bidder.

I was next.

"Name?" the scarred man barked at me, yanking me toward the stage.

"Isabella Romano," I whispered, my voice shaking.

Laughter filled the hall.

"Romano? Oh, that's rich," one man said. "Isn't that the family who owes half the mafia their lives?"

I bit my lip hard, holding back tears. This was my father's fault. He lost everything in a bad deal with the wrong people, and now they were using me to pay his debt.

The scarred man grabbed my chin, forcing me to face the crowd. "Twenty years old. Untouched. Daughter of a man who couldn't pay his debts. Starting bid-one million."

The crowd came alive.

"One million."

"One-point-five."

"Two million!"

The numbers rose fast, and my chest tightened with panic.

Then, a deep voice cut through the chaos.

"Ten million."

The room went silent.

I turned my head, and that's when I saw him.

He sat in the back row, wearing a perfectly tailored black suit. His hair was dark, his jaw sharp, and his eyes-God, his eyes-were cold and dangerous. He didn't look like the other men. He looked like he owned them.

The scarred man stammered. "Ten million? A-Are you serious, Mr. Moretti?"

Moretti.

I had heard that name before. Dante Moretti. The ruthless billionaire who ran half of New York's underground. People whispered his name like it was a curse.

"Yes," Dante said calmly, not even looking at anyone else. "And no one will outbid me."

No one dared.

The scarred man grinned nervously. "Sold! To Mr. Moretti."

My knees weakened as the chain was removed. Two men in black suits pushed me toward him.

I wanted to run. I wanted to scream. But something about the way he looked at me froze me in place.

I stood in front of him, my head down, my heart pounding so loud I thought he could hear it.

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice deep and commanding.

I looked up, meeting his dark eyes.

"Do you know who I am?"

I nodded, my lips trembling. "Dante Moretti."

"Good. Then you know what happens when you try to run from me."

I swallowed hard, saying nothing.

He leaned closer, his scent a mix of expensive cologne and danger. "You're mine now, Isabella. From this moment on, you belong to me."

My stomach twisted. "I'm not a thing you can buy-"

Before I could finish, he grabbed my chin, his touch firm but not painful.

"Don't test me, little dove," he murmured. "I paid ten million to keep you alive. You should thank me."

"Alive?" I whispered.

His lips curled into a cold smile. "The man you owed was going to sell you to the Russians. Trust me, they don't treat women well."

I froze. My anger faded, replaced by fear.

Dante stood, towering over me. "Follow me."

He led me outside to a sleek black car waiting by the curb. His driver opened the door, and Dante motioned for me to get in.

I hesitated.

"Do you want me to carry you?" he asked, his voice dangerously calm.

I climbed in quickly.

The car smelled like leather and power. Dante sat beside me, his hand resting on his knee, relaxed as if he hadn't just bought me like property.

I stared out the window, my hands shaking.

"Stop trembling," he said after a while.

"I'm not trembling," I lied.

He smirked. "You're bad at lying. But you'll learn."

I turned to glare at him. "I'm not staying with you. As soon as I can, I'll leave."

He leaned closer, his dark eyes locking with mine. "Try. I dare you."

My breath caught in my throat. There was no doubt in my mind-if I tried to run, he'd find me.

"Why did you buy me?" I asked, my voice soft.

He looked at me for a long moment, then said, "Because I wanted you."

Those words made my heart skip, but I hated myself for it.

The car stopped in front of a massive mansion surrounded by high walls and armed guards. The gates opened, and we drove inside.

The place looked more like a fortress than a home.

Inside, everything was luxury-marble floors, golden chandeliers, expensive paintings. But there was a coldness to it, like it wasn't a place for love, only power.

"Follow me," Dante ordered.

I followed him up the stairs, my eyes darting around. Cameras were everywhere. Guards stood at every corner.

He stopped in front of a large bedroom.

"This is your room," he said.

"My room?"

He opened the door. The room was huge, with a king-sized bed, silk sheets, and a balcony overlooking the garden.

"Why are you doing this?" I whispered. "Why me?"

He turned to me, his expression unreadable. "Because you're mine now. And I protect what's mine."

Before I could reply, he stepped closer, so close I could feel his breath.

"You'll stay here," he said. "You won't try to run. You won't talk to anyone unless I say so. Understand?"

I nodded slowly.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice softer for the first time.

Then, without warning, he leaned in and whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine:

"Tomorrow, we're getting married."

My eyes widened. "What? No! You can't-"

He tilted his head, his dark eyes burning into mine. "I can. And I will."

"Why?" I demanded, my voice cracking.

His answer was simple, but it felt like a promise and a threat all at once.

"Because I always get what I want."

And then he left, locking the door behind him.

I sat on the bed, my heart racing. Married? To him?

I ran to the balcony, looking down at the high walls, the guards, and the locked gates. There was no way out.

I pressed my hands to the glass, whispering to myself, "I have to get out of here."

But just as I turned back to the room, I froze.

Dante was standing in the doorway, watching me.

He smiled, slow and dangerous. "Thinking of escaping already, little dove?"

My breath caught in my throat as he stepped closer.

"You'll learn soon enough," he said, his voice low and dark. "No one leaves me."

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