The Mafia King's Broken Captive Bride

Chapter 5

Word Count: 857 | Released on: 06/05/2026

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the floor, surrounded by the discarded silk and velvet catalogs. The silence in the room was heavy, thick wi

dn't just open-it sla

e facade he wore for the world was entirely gone. In its place stood the

His voice was dangerously low,

my hair fall wildly around my face. I tilted my head, offering hi

d. Marino red." I took a step toward him, my eyes wide and unblinking. "Your family hides behind briefcases and laws. You don't know how to celebrat

r him to look at me like I was a rabi

flared with something far more terrifying tha

vices, hauling me off my feet and slamming me hard against the cold plaster wall. The bre

s from mine. The scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the raw, metallic

ugh. "I'm broken, Julian. The lake broke me. I'll ru

oice dropping to a cruel, deadpan whisper. "The wedding happens. You are mine,

vows, I will lock you deep in this estate. You will be my beautiful, hidden secret. No on

hed over me. He didn't care if I was a monster, a

th madness, I would have to us

all. The manic light in my eyes faded, replaced by a chilling, dea

til my lips were a breath away from his ear. "Lock me away, Julian. Keep me in the dark. A

alter slightly, b

l tell him exactly who slaughtered his grandfather. I will poison his mind against you, day

e air between us

l in his eyes fractured. Genuine revulsion and a flicker of deep, unsettling horror crossed his

. He didn't say another word. He turned on his he

ut. The loc

ish, planting a seed of disgust that his mother would surely water tomorrow. But as I stared at the locked door,

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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.”