The Bodyguard Who Stole the Mafia Bride

Chapter 5 Who let you in

Word Count: 632 | Released on: 14/04/2026

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Elysium, the only neutral ground left in New York. The VIP lounge was

aotic nightmare of the past twenty-four

as she handed me a glass of neat bourbon. "B

swung open. Chloe Abbott stood there, looking

ard, her voice like

come," she whimpered, her eyes wide and brimming with tears. "Julian didn't want me to leave the hospital, but I had

An apology wrapped in a gloating smirk

sneered, looking down at her. "I hope yo

bell

n, his eyes blazing. He took in the scene instantly-his fragile mist

pull Chloe up into his arms. "She came here to apologize, and

ng the woman he cheated with-snapped the last thread of my restr

lass raining down. Chloe let out a theatrical shriek

d at me, his eyes filled with absolute disgust

ked shut, the ten years I had spent loving him simply evaporated

king Central Park. The apartment was pitch black, the only light coming

my exhausted body. I thought I had won a night of

ed in the darkest corn

ve, masculine musk hit my senses a second befor

little joyride, mo

s. His bare, heavily muscled chest was a canvas of lethal scars, gleaming in the dim light. He lo

ow did you get in here?" I demanded, my

stance between us with slow, deliberate steps, his dark eyes pinning me i

ssa(princess), is

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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.”