The Bodyguard Who Stole the Mafia Bride

Author: Annabell Seto

Chapter 1 Marry me

Word Count: 590 | Released on: 14/04/2026

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fening compared to the mocking whis

powerful Mafia alliance in New York. Instead, Julian Falcone didn't show up. He publicly slaughtered our families' sacred pact for a rising ac

a revered bride to the laughingstock

er liquid. I needed to destroy something. I needed to prove I wasn't just a helpless victim. My eye

crisp uniform. I thought I was playing a game, using his calloused hands and sharp, pale throat to numb my p

ning sunlight dragged

wn at my bare, porcelain skin, covered in faint, bruise-like ma

ed, fully dressed in a pressed bl

lsion washed over me. I had slept

heavy crystal ashtray from the nig

ranite beneath a harsh crew cut, remained terrifyingly blank. His calm only fueled my hysteria. I grabbed

ieked, pulling the duvet up to my chin, my ch

ng strides, his sheer size and the scent of his cold cologne suffocating

e a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated in my chest

I would not cower before the help. I had to regain control of this nigh

a promotion. You can be my secret lover. But you will neve

fragile bravado. He stepped even closer, his broad shoulders

authority in his tone freezing the bl

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Annabell Seto Mafia

“Three hours ago, I was the revered Bianchi princess, standing at the altar in a million-dollar gown to seal New York's most powerful Mafia alliance. Instead, my fiancé Julian Falcone didn't show up, publicly slaughtering our sacred pact for a rising actress and turning me into the laughingstock of the underworld. In a drunken haze of humiliation, I used my silent, lethal bodyguard, Damien Moretti, to numb my pain. But the next morning, he didn't just walk away. He showed me a video of my willing surrender and cornered me. "Marry me. Become Mrs. Moretti." My own father froze my accounts, demanding I get on my knees to beg the cheating Falcone heir for forgiveness, or face a fifty-million-dollar penalty. I was stripped of my assets, betrayed by the man I loved for a decade, and sold out by my own blood. I had no choice but to agree to Damien's marriage of convenience to survive. But what terrified me most was my new husband himself. A mere bodyguard shouldn't carry an invitation-only Centurion black card. A mere bodyguard shouldn't be able to terrify a Mafia heir with a single, murderous look. Who on earth was Damien Moretti? With no money and my back against the wall, I was forced to join a reality show alongside my cheating ex and his mistress. They thought they could continue to humiliate the discarded bride on live television. But they didn't know I was walking into this warzone with a monster at my back.”