The Mafia King's Broken Captive Bride

Author: Elisha Plasket

Chapter 1

Word Count: 690 | Released on: 06/05/2026

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s marble hallway, the cold, abstract art on the walls mocking my isolation. My footsteps were silent, a habit ing

," one muttered, his voice echoing faintly. "Linette

Marino girl. The traitor's daughter is nothing but a gho

nor. But in this gilded cage, truth didn't matter. What mattered was the sickening realization that I was the last person in

straight to the heavy mahogany doors of Julian's

he floor-to-ceiling windows behind him. His expensive Loro Piana cashmere coat

Vance?" I demanded, my voice cutting

ho owned my life. "She will be staying here. Forever," he stated, his tone leaving no room for debate. "She needs a safe

aid, my voice tre

kly swallowed by a cruel, absolute calm. "The Moretti family has no rul

away, leaving the office without another word. He didn't save me fr

trauma. It was the systematic micro-dosing of sedatives in my meals. He was trying to drug the Mafia Princess out of me, to erase the girl

est. The biting wind whipped my hair across my face. I closed my eyes, remembering the weight of a weapon in my hands. I used

's what they called m

ust forcing my numb fingers into

ched softly in

ne white cashmere coat. Linette Vance. She looked like an an

behind her. Her eyes swept over my pale, exhausted face. A si

eathed, her voic

n radiating from her delicate frame told me everything

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The Mafia King's Broken Captive Bride

Elisha Plasket Mafia

“I am the last surviving daughter of a murdered Mafia Don, kept as a captive trophy by Julian Moretti. To break my spirit, he systematically drugged my meals, turning me into a ghost in his gilded cage. But the true nightmare began when he brought his childhood sweetheart, Linette, to live under the same roof. When she pushed me into the estate's frozen lake and fell in with me, Julian didn't hesitate. He dove into the freezing black water, looked right into my desperate eyes, and turned his back to save her. He left me to drown. I survived the icy abyss, only to face a crueler fate. To cover up his betrayal and secure his power, Julian announced our immediate wedding, planning to parade me before the Mafia Commission as his conquered property. When I swallowed poison to escape the ultimate desecration of my family's name, he simply revived me. He pumped my veins full of paralyzing sedatives, dressed my limp body like a porcelain doll, and dragged me onto his private jet to New York. "They will see that even a proud, wounded lioness can only whimper at my feet." My father and brother had used their own bodies as shields so I could live. How could I let my family's honor be trampled by the very monster who orchestrated their massacre? As the plane descended into New York, the despair in my veins forged into cold steel. If Julian wanted a Marino bride, I would give him exactly what that meant. I would survive this forced marriage, and I would personally slit his throat at the altar.”