The Dark Don's Captive Mafia Queen

Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 679 | Released on: 24/03/2026

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r reality. I sat on the edge of the massive four-poster bed, watching the realization dawn in Damien's dark, ruth

raised. I couldn't show an ounce of the terror that had gripped me moments ago. I had pl

just inches above the freezing Italian m

r is cold

a statement of fact, delivered with the absolu

nto dangerous slits as he studied me. He was searching for the trembling, terrified girl he had dr

to me and stalked toward the walk-in closet. When he emer

intimidating shadow over the bed. And then, the most dangerous

l submissio

aggering. As he carefully rolled the silk up my calf, a phantom memory from a past life brushed against my mind. Beneath the terrifying aura of the monste

ine. His expression was a perfect, unreadable mask of Renaissance

ive him th

the distance between us, a

hrough his rigid body, the sheer shock of my willing touch paralyzing him. Before he could

d, my tone a lethal mix of innocence and absolute knowing. "A man like you,

instantly swallowed by a defensive, icy glare

?" he demanded, his voice a low, dangero

uestion deeper, three sharp knocks ec

t from the hallway, laced with careful hesitation.

mien's expression twisted into pure, unadulterated murder. The sexual tension and psychological warfare between

ve shoulders tense, his attention

t beneath the surface, a cold, trium

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Wo Ruo Mafia

“I was kidnapped by the most dangerous mafia boss in Chicago, and the whole city wept for my heartbroken fiancé. Julian Hayes, the righteous Assistant District Attorney, played the tragic hero perfectly in the press. But the truth was, he orchestrated my kidnapping himself. For years, he manipulated me into draining my mother's untouchable mafia fortune to fund a rival mobster. Once he got the money, he threw me to Damien Moretti, the ruthless Dark Don, to be ruined. Julian did it all so he could cleanly break our engagement and marry my illegitimate half-sister, Mona, taking my birthright along the way. For a month, high society pitied the defiled girl locked in a monster's gilded cage, while my father eagerly prepared to hand Mona my legacy. They all thought I was weeping in the dark, waiting to be killed by a cold-blooded savage. They didn't realize the monster they threw me to was exactly the weapon I needed. When Mona sneaked into my gilded cage to gloat and demand I sign away my inheritance, I didn't cry. Instead, I grabbed her silver letter opener, ruthlessly sliced my own arm open, and let out a terrified scream. Damien descended like a god of death, violently hurling Mona against a stone fountain just for spilling my blood. I looked at the Don, my arm dripping crimson, and made a devil's bargain. "Let me go back to my father's house to wage my Vendetta. When I'm done, I will be your wife." The beast smiled and agreed. Tomorrow, my betrayers will learn what happens when you throw a princess to a monster, and she comes back a queen.”