Married to the ruthless Billionaire Mafia

Married to the ruthless Billionaire Mafia

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I was meant to study law. Instead, the law sold me. My father's debts sold me into a contract marriage with Dante Moretti, the heir to a mafia empire who hides behind a billion-dollar legal empire. To the world, he's the polished, untouchable CEO. Behind closed doors, he's ruthless, demanding, and dangerously irresistible. I swore I'd outsmart him that I'd serve my time and win my freedom. But every kiss feels like a trap, every touch like a dare, and every secret I uncover pulls me deeper into his world. And the longer I stay, the harder it is to remember: Am I his prisoner... or his bride?

Chapter 1 The devil's mark.

The car hummed along the dark road, its tinted windows hiding Rose Blake from the city she was leaving behind. She sat in silence, her arms wrapped around herself, eyes blurred with unshed tears. Boston's lights had already faded into the distance, but her father's voice clung to her like smoke.

Rosie, I never meant for this. I only wanted to keep you safe. To give you a chance.

She pressed her forehead against the cool glass, the ache in her chest sharp and relentless. He had meant every word. Her father had worked himself to the bone for her since her mother walked out, stringing together odd jobs, drowning his despair in bottles and bad bets when it got too much.

Every loan, every reckless gamble, had been for her tuition, the bills, the roof that kept her dry and now the debt collectors had come with suits and polished guns threatening not just his life but hers also.

If you don't comply, Rosie, they won't just kill me. They'll kill you too.

Her throat closed. She had screamed at him, begged him to let her quit law school, to let her work double shifts instead. But he had only shaken his head, tears swimming in his tired eyes, begging her to understand. This was his fault, but she was the price.

Her gaze dropped to her hand, to the ring catching in the dim light of the passing streetlamps. A flawless diamond set in a band of gold. The devil's mark. The thought of it made her stomach twist. To the world, it meant wealth, security, and prestige. To her, it was chains.

She curled her fingers into a fist until the metal cut into her skin.

The car slowed down and the driver muttered something in Italian. Gravel crunched beneath the tires, and Rose's chest tightened. The door opened, letting in a cold blast of air that carried the sharp tang of jet fuel.

A man in a dark coat stepped forward, his voice smooth but firm. "Signorina." He gestured toward the floodlit tarmac.

Rose stepped out, the chill biting through her blouse. Her heels sank into the damp stone, each step heavier than the last. Ahead, under the harsh white lights, a sleek jet waited, engines humming low. It didn't look like a machine...it looked like a sentence, ready to deliver her into another man's hands.

Men in black lined the tarmac, standing in silent formation. Their coats shifted in the wind, and their hands were clasped in front of them. The air smelled of jet fuel and cold rain, the low rumble of the engines vibrating through the ground beneath her feet.

The wedding dress felt heavier with every step she took. White silk, trailing, perfect, but to her, it was a shroud. She hated it. The way it wrapped around her body, the way the ring on her finger burned like a brand.

She held her chin high, but her stomach knotted tighter as she reached the stairs. When she climbed into the cabin, the warmth of polished leather and mahogany closed in on her. It felt rich. And suffocating.

And there he was.

Dante Moretti. He sat at the far end of the jet, one leg crossed, his suit dark as midnight. His storm-grey eyes caught hers immediately. Her breath faltered. She looked down quickly, unable to hold his gaze.

This wasn't the first time she'd seen him.

Two days ago, she'd returned from law school after her father's urgent call. His voice had been strained, his face drawn, but she'd followed. She always did. The next evening, her father had taken her to a casino, saying it was business.

The glitter of lights and marble had faded into the smoke and steel of an underground chamber. Men with guns stood in corners.

And there, at the center was Dante Moretti, the Forbes billionaire. Her professor had called him the future of European finance. But billionaires didn't run underground casinos with armed soldiers. Unless...

"She will be the debt payment." Being shocked was an understatement to how she felt. Her father had handed her over. A wife in exchange for his life... their lives.

The second time had been colder. In a courtroom, her signature shook as it went beside Dante's steady one. He hadn't stayed a moment longer after signing the papers. He'd left, as if nothing had happened.

And now, here she was, the third time, on this jet. Married, dressed in white, bound to him in name and law.

She moved further into the cabin, and only then did she notice she wasn't alone with him.

Across from Dante, lounging casually in his seat as if the jet were some private lounge instead of a cage, sat another man. The resemblance was unmistakable, almost unnerving. Both tall, broad-shouldered, sharp-jawed. Their storm-grey eyes marked them as kin.

His smile was polished, almost charming, but it never reached his eyes. "Benvenuta," the man murmured, his Italian rolling off his tongue before he switched to English. "I am Luca. Welcome to the family, Rose."

Her stomach turned at the way he used her name. She lowered herself into the seat opposite Dante, the lace of her gown rustling in the tense quiet. The air vibrated with the steady hum of the engines, the scent of leather, and the faint trace of cologne that belonged to the men across from her.

Dante didn't speak. His gaze flicked over her-head to toe-as if cataloguing her very existence, and it was enough to make her fingers curl into her lap. She stared at her hands, at the hateful ring, willing her heartbeat to slow.

Luca leaned closer, resting an elbow on the armrest, his voice soft but edged. "You look frightened. Don't be. This is a good arrangement. For everyone."

Rose pressed her lips together, refusing to answer. Any word she gave him would only feed his amusement.

The jet door sealed with a metallic thud, the pressure changing as they prepared for takeoff. Dante adjusted his cufflink, then leaned back as though the entire cabin bent to him. He hadn't spoken a word, but she could feel his command in the air, heavier than the dress suffocating her skin.

Her chest tightened. She wanted to scream, to rip the ring from her finger, to tear the silk off her body. But when her eyes flicked up by accident and collided with his again, the storm-grey held her in place like chains.

She looked down immediately, her throat raw.

The jet lifted, the ground falling away beneath them. Rose gripped the armrest, feeling the final tether of her old life snap as Boston disappeared into darkness.

And still, Dante Moretti had not spoken a single word.

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Married to the ruthless Billionaire Mafia
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Chapter 1 The devil's mark.

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Chapter 2 I hear you've taken a white pet

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Chapter 3 Noone is coming to save you

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Chapter 4 Everyone breaks, so will you.

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Chapter 5 You won't break me.

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Chapter 6 The untouchable Moretti

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Chapter 7 A wife of Moretti must have fire.

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Chapter 8 Strip!

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Chapter 9 Vittorio is healing

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Chapter 10 An escape plan

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Chapter 11 Brace yourself.

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Chapter 12 The Don wants perfection

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Chapter 13 You are not alone in this house

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Chapter 14 There's no way out

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Chapter 15 Women don't deserve lovemaking

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Chapter 16 You will pretend or I will do it myself

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Chapter 17 You must be prepared

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Chapter 18 Good for him.

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Chapter 19 I don't accept this as my home.

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Chapter 20 You're a monster.

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Chapter 21 Don't lose sight of the end, Dante.

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Chapter 22 She's not afraid to speak

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Chapter 23 Nothing is freely given

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Chapter 24 She's off limits

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Chapter 25 Welcome, Mrs. Moretti

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Chapter 26 We have a big day tomorrow

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Chapter 27 You are my wife, not a prisoner.

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Chapter 28 Do you enjoy testing me

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Chapter 29 She stays with me.

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Chapter 30 You look good in green

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Chapter 31 I collect things that remind me of the truth

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Chapter 32 Bear me a child and your father's debt is cleared.

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Chapter 33 Can't I cook for my husband

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Chapter 34 Careful Rose, you don't know what you're asking for.

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Chapter 35 Are things going to remain the same

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Chapter 36 It was business not pleasure.

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Chapter 37 Welcome back home

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Chapter 38 I see more than you think

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Chapter 39 It is burning. I can't make it stop.

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Chapter 40 No, I muSt make you worthy.

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