The Mafia King's Broken Captive Bride

Chapter 7

Word Count: 739 | Released on: 06/05/2026

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n's threat suffocating me. New York. The Commission. In two days, I would be paraded before Don Augusto Viti and the most rut

trapped within its walls. I closed my eyes, desperately searching the archiv

utfit. They called him *The Phantom*. He was a myth of absolute violence and unfathomable ruthlessness, a force that existed beyond the neat, controlled borders of Julian's world. I didn't know him. I

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er me. If Julian needed a flawless, beautiful trophy to satisfy his ego and prove hi

p of the sedatives they forced upon me. I also knew the decor

and mixing it into the water I drank. In the months since I'd discovered the

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ed through the windows, painting the room in bruised purples. Julian stood at the foot of the bed,

n murmured, his voice devoid of any warmth. He

vy counter-agents the doctor was pumping into my bloodstream. I was a prisoner in m

ked clothes and wrestled me into a heavy, suffocating designer dress. They painted over

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grips bruising my upper arms. My legs dragged uselessly across the carpet as the

ing to swallow me. The Soldiers shoved me into the expansive leather backseat. Julian slid in beside me, immacul

and the rising sun. The engine purred to life, and the SUV glided smoothly down the

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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.”