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Married to the Billionaire Mafia Don

Author: Ebony Pete

Chapter 1 The Grind

Word Count: 1298 | Released on: 07/04/2026

d the wrinkled dollar bills from

ome over tomorrow?"

sourly before stepping back into her

mumbled and

rd way: trust no one, smile only when nece

e in uneven shapes against the graffitied brick walls. She folded the cash in her hand and shoved it into her coat. It was

d money was freedom. At least, th

er pace. Her boots - black, scuffed, and two sizes too big, crunched gravel as she crossed

ment with peeling wallpaper, broken blinds, and a heater that made noise but didn't work. He

efly considered stopping by Bobby's Deli for a cup of hot water. She kne

wn Nu

of a closed tattoo parlor an

d businesslike, responded.

diately went up.

reelance database. Are you av

esponded guardedly.

enue. You'd be paid just for attending. It would only be

d. "Say th

e to do is show up, follow instructions, and behave appropriately. It's an audition of s

of audition

s being tested," the woman said vaguely.

ns. Her gut twisted. Sketchy didn't even begin to cover this, but then again, ske

address," she

eive a package shortly. It will include your wardrobe, instructions

line we

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nmarked black car. The driver didn't speak. He ju

ny house, ignoring the raised eyebrows of her tw

with a slit up the thigh. High heels that looked like th

ed for consideration. Be at the following address by 7:

nner, with a simple NDA. Ivy read it twice. It was legal,

h her shoulder-length auburn hair. She applied just enough makeup to look

from a free sample pack. The heels were foreign ter

This time, the driver opened the door f

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-iron gates, and ivy curling around marble columns. Torches, actual torches, lined the driveway, and the air smell

r phone in it. Other women were arriving, each more glamorous than the

doors into a grand marble foyer. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above. A double staircase

ng. Some looked nervous. Others were already whispering to each other, comp

ler. He had silver-streaked hair, a face that l

or your appearance, poise, and potential compatibility. Tonight i

m fell

re," the butler continued. "The gentleman hosting this evening is of considerable we

ck together like billiard balls in her hea

ged tonight. Do not ask questions. Do not speak unless spo

y. One, then two, turned and

he was convinced, but because

tales. But five hundred dollars tonight, and maybe more after t

ned her name. No questions. Ivy hesitated onl

s wings of the mansion. Ivy's group ended up in a candlelit sa

d vases she could probably sell for thousands. There was money here

d, beckoning her toward a side door

ing, Ivy followed

Chapter End

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“"You're leaving," he said, Lorenzo softly. Ivy straightened her spine and raised her chin. "I am. I'm getting out of this place even if it means climbing over the front gates. I can't stay here anymore. I'm leaving!" "You can't," Lorenzo said flatly. "Not now." "Watch me," Ivy hissed, brushing past him. Lorenzo stepped in her way and grabbed her by the arms-not roughly, but firmly. "I mean it, Ivy. You can't leave," he said tightly. She struggled against his grip, her bag falling to the floor with a thud. "Let me go, Lorenzo! I don't belong here. This place is insane. Your family is insane!" "You belong to me," he said sharply, eyes burning into hers. "And it's my job to protect what's mine." "I don't want to be yours," Ivy cried. "I want to be free! I want to live!" Something shifted in Lorenzo's face. He looked at her then, not as an obligation, not as a pawn, but as a person. A frightened, strong, beautiful woman who had been caught in a storm she never asked for. And something in him cracked. Lorenzo reached down and cupped her face with both hands. Ivy flinched at first but didn't pull away. His thumbs wiped away the tears rolling down her cheeks. "I never wanted to hurt you," he said quietly. Her lower lip trembled. "Then let me go..." "I can't," he whispered. And then, without thinking, he leaned in and kissed her. *************** Ivy Wesley believed that marrying a wealthy stranger would be her golden escape from a life of struggle. Lorenzo Martinelli was supposed to be her way out: her fresh start, her answer to every prayer whispered in the dark. But the moment the mansion doors shut behind her, Ivy understood the truth. She hadn't stepped into a fairy tale. She had walked straight into the lion's den. The whispers about the Martinelli family's ties to the Mafia aren't just rumors; they're real, and now Ivy is bound to them by a ring on her finger and secrets she can never unlearn. There is no undoing this choice. No clean exit. Not after what she's seen. Not after what she knows. Surrounded by dangerous alliances, ruthless power plays, and truths sharp enough to draw blood, Ivy finds herself caught in a world where trust is a luxury and loyalty can be lethal. Yet in the middle of the chaos, something even more unexpected takes root: a love she never planned for, never prepared for, and may not survive. Now Ivy faces an impossible choice: run while she still can, or stand her ground beside the man who could destroy her as easily as he protects her. In a world where betrayal lurks behind every polished smile and devotion can cost a life, can their love endure... or will it be the very thing that brings everything crashing down?”