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The mafia's king bride claimed by his obsession.

Chapter 4 What a bloody night.

Word Count: 982 | Released on: 01/01/2026

even had a chance to swing it. It smashe

ip iron-tight. "Stop fighting. It'll

, kicking and twistin

make my ears ring. My head snapped sidew

ipped on the broken glass, and I saw a stre

gainst the wall, a dark stain spre

ere going to take me. Whoever want

irs. That's when the front d

back so hard it sl

ded the foyer. F

ood at t

r, a smear of dirt or blood across his jaw. He looked stra

e f

mon's voice was

laugh, but it sounded shaky. "Or

't flinch.

cked throu

opped like a dead weight, blo

lipped, just for a second, but I

Elena!" Dam

abbed for me, but another gunshot rang out. This one

n looking, gun drawn now. He towered over the w

" Damon's voic

to h

un to his knee and

sperate. The man writhed on the flo

take

...to get

ntonio, standing below. "Clean this up. Make

nodded

king so hard I could barely stay uprig

he just looked, eyes burning. No

h you?" His vo

Just

pulled off what was left of his shirt, left in only a black undershirt, and wrappe

you s

My legs

, went stiff. He smelled like gunpowder, sweat, the

away, past Marco checking Enzo's pulse. He didn't take me to th

bedroom was huge and cold, the air thick with his sce

n on the edge

om. Water ran. He came back wi

ted cleaning the cuts on my feet

htened, holding me still

Thorne," he said

ined from my face

e air you breathe, Elena. Don't forget that." He pressed

ques

ared," I

hat's mine. Not some college kid. Not a rival gang." His eyes met mine gray, wild, terrifyin

e. His hands lingered, just a moment t

st heaving. Fury and adrena

m tonight," he said.

bed, sat down, and yanked off his

g and clean, dangling above the floor. He

is head. The silence pressed in, heavy with everything

to settle when he spoke, his wo

er than I'd ever heard it, "I won't just kill him, Elena. I'll ru

way, his ba

to s

Chapter End

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The mafia's king bride claimed by his obsession.

Beth writes Mafia

“Dad sold me off to pay a debt to the scariest guy in New York, no less. Damiano Rossi isn't just some mob boss. He's like a hurricane in fancy clothes, a handsome, mean beast who controls everything around him. Except for me. I'm only his wife on paper. I'm still a virgin, and he won't sleep with me, but he also won't let me go, until we did it, and since then, my heart has belonged to him. He's cruel in a sophisticated way. Every night, he brings other girls into our house. I can hear them laughing, whispering things, and making noises of enjoyment. It's a constant reminder that I'm just something he owns, not someone he cares about. He's slowly breaking me, teaching me to obey him by ignoring me, and keeping me locked up with expensive gifts. But even diamonds can be used as a weapon. I said I might give myself to someone else to feel free for once. He reacted by threatening to kill anyone who touched me. He may not want me, but he'll ruin anyone who does. Then Lucas, my first boyfriend, showed up again. He's kind, genuine, and not scared of the monster who owns me. He's willing to fight to set me free. And for the first time, Damiano's cold act slips, and you can see something scary underneath: jealousy, like burning fire, an obsession that won't let go. So here I am, stuck between a messed-up guy who won't love me and a nice guy who can't save me. I'm realizing that the real problem isn't the fight over my heart. It's the hidden enemy, the one no one suspects, that they are plotting and betraying that could screw us all over. I was sold, silenced, and broken. But a girl who has been broken can become a queen that's fearless. And this queen has decided to start her own game where the rules are top secret, the price is blood, and the only way to win is to burn everything to the ground. Get ready for a story packed with risky romance, killer secrets, and a love life that's so rough, it feels like war.”