The Mafia King's Broken Captive Bride

Chapter 2

Word Count: 746 | Released on: 06/05/2026

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eathed, her voic

oaked reality of the world she was trying to claim. Linette stepped closer, her maids keep

Don betraying The Commission... that kind of stain follows the bloodline forever." She leaned in sli

vaporated, incinerated by a su

t in the freezing courtyard. Linette stumbled back with a gasp, but I didn't let her retreat. I lunged, my fin

leaning in until my face was inches from her terrified, wide eyes

as his Underboss. They died for honor. If you ever taint their names with y

onto the snow, coughing and clutching her thro

enaline spike vanished as quickly as it had come, leaving my limbs feeling like

r the howling wind un

e icy stone path. The unfenced edge of the ornamental lake rushed up to meet me. Instinct, honed by years of survival,

in, sick-gray ice together. It shattered instantly with a dea

ke a punch to the chest. I thrashed, my heavy, numb limbs fighting to break

help! Miss Vance

n this gilded cage, my life was wor

ment on the shore caught my eye. Julian. He sprinted to the edge, shedding hi

pe flared in my chest. I reached ou

c in his gaze. No desperation. Only a cold, calculating absolute. He looked right through me, turned his back, and swam power

eft

t of the lake, a chilling realization pierced through my fading consciousness. This wasn't just a tantrum from a jealous

the water, letting the dark abyss swallow me, but the fire in my veins refused to die. I would not le

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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.”