The Mafia King's Broken Captive Bride

Chapter 3

Word Count: 688 | Released on: 06/05/2026

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there. Through the murky, sick-gray ice, the world above blurred into nothing

Don Antonio Marino, his chest torn apart by bullets, falling with the heavy grace of a ruined king. Marco, my brother, collapsing beside him, his blood pooling on the concrete. *"Run, Sera!"

cold, indifferent eyes mirrored the ver

ng in a gilded pond. I was a Marino. I thrashed, my numb limbs kicking upward toward the

pelling lake water. The heavy velvet curtains of my secluded bedroom we

e from the freezing darkness, a servant's panicked voice shouting for

household staff. Eleonora's later claim that he was "franti

the bed. A hand reache

he blood of Red Hook took over. I lunged. My hand clamped around the thro

a voice

rror. My chest heaved. I slowly released my grip, my fingers trembling not from weakness, but

i stepped in, her posture as rigid and flawless as her tailored suit. She looked

rmth. She didn't apologize for her son leaving me to die. "To put an end to the vi

antic with worry. To ensure your absolute protection,

n hadn't saved me, but he was tightening the leash. This wasn't love; it was a sick, possessive need to own what he had al

way to secure your place here and protect our

rriage tightening around my neck. If Julian thought a wedding ring would tame me, he was gravely mistaken. I needed to break th

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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.”