Trapped By The Mafia King's Secret Obsession

Chapter 2

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a hand plunging my

own foolish, lingering hopes. Why had I ever thought a man of h

out yours." Felix leaned forward, resting his muscular forear

ud Mafia Princess-jaded,

ast relationships," I

ture in the room seemed to plumme

sounded like a

ned quickly, my palms sweating. "Nothin

ke jagged glass. A cold sweat broke out on the back of my neck. I'd mi

angement," I said, gripping the edge

frame cast a shadow that seemed t

oice was dangerously quiet. "Do you think you can s

nothing came out. My

alked to the heavy oak door, a

could barely breathe. A minute later, a h

paid the bill," he stated f

egained a fraction of control, I pulled out the burner

again. Gianna walked in flanked b

ded, dropping into the cha

I had ten ex-boyfriends to sound lik

ver since he was sent away for brutal training as a kid, he doesn't sha

, no contact with anyone outside the Family. When he came back, he was different. Colder

my hands. "I'm

He's too cold, too calculated. I'm terminating your contra

tling on my shoulders. It wa

lit up, vibrating a

rofoundly my limbs felt disconnected, the

from an unknown,

riday at eight. Do n

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Trapped By The Mafia King's Secret Obsession

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“To pay off my late father's ruinous mafia blood debt, I took a lethal job: acting as a body double for a cloistered Mafia Princess in an arranged marriage meeting. But the man sitting across the polished table was Felix Falcone, the terrifying Underboss-and the boy I secretly loved for three years at our academy. He didn't recognize me. To him, I was just a pawn for territory. I swallowed my bitter heartbreak, remembering how he once threw my handmade graduation pastries into the trash without a second glance. I tried to play the perfect fake bride, but my treacherous memory betrayed me. I accidentally revealed intimate details about his habits, from his hatred of dark chocolate to the exact make of his tactical pen. My cover was blown. But instead of executing me for the deception, Felix discovered my true identity. His cold indifference instantly morphed into a terrifying, obsessive possessiveness. He abruptly canceled his mafia marriage, trapped me in his corporate empire as his exclusive secretary, and ruthlessly threatened any man who dared to look at me. I was completely suffocated and confused. Why was this ruthless predator-a man who once publicly despised me and viewed unions only as tools for absolute power-now hunting me with such dark, unyielding devotion? Trapped in the shadows of his armored SUV, he leaned in, his scent of cedar and danger wrapping around me as he sent a message demanding my complete surrender. Knowing I could no longer hide, I made my choice and hit send. "There is no need for a hunt, Felix. I surrender."”