The Mafia King's Broken Captive Bride

Chapter 6

Word Count: 778 | Released on: 06/05/2026

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n my bones. For twenty-four hours, my bedroom in the west win

hands trembling so violently that the porcelain teacup on her silver tray rattled. She set i

arely a breath. "I shouldn't speak, but

acade from yesterday complet

were a monster. The embodiment of the Marino blood curse. She begged him not to bring a defectiv

ed in my chest. My performance had

t was terrifying. He just told her, *'I decide if

sed door, the chilling reality settling over me like a shroud. Julian's obsession was absolute. He didn't care

re in the hearth had died down to glowing e

caught the sharp, ruthless angles of his face. He moved with the arrogant grace of

ing edge. "I apologize for her dramatics today. But let me assure you, Seraphina, w

't offer him a hollow, unhinged smile. I simply loo

ing the breathless, manic lilt entirely. It was steady, cold, and lethal. "Y

d, revealing a flash of genuine shock, fo

to feel the ugliness she tries so hard to hide behind her pearls." I took a deliberate step toward him, my eyes locked onto his.

split second, that he hadn't broken me. The madness was a weapon

room turned violently oppressive. He closed the distance between us, stoppi

low, vibrating threat that scraped against my nerves. "

rushing a stray lock of hair f

. "Don Augusto Viti is hosting a gathering of The Commission. You will stand by my side in front of the

out, the door slamm

Old Man ringing in my ears like a death knell. Two days. In two days, I would be parad

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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.”