Married to the Alpha of the Mafia

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n in disguise. The corridors seemed endless, the doors closed as if to hide secrets she was not allowed to discover. Each employee, each

any request had to go through Alessio or one of the stewards. Even his meals were monitored.

ng down the main staircase, a g

f the mansion, Madam, he decla

ght ? she replied dryly. So why d

but her blood was boiling. This marriage was nothing more than an arrangement, she k

nt entrance. His piercing gaze rested on her, and for a moment she thought she saw a

mansion, he declared, sitting down at the other

th a sharp sound, challe

instead of a problem to be contained, I would

but his eyes fla

ion of survival. There are things here that could de

up, crossi

expect me to accept everything without que

hair scraping the

, he replied coldly. If you want to

before she could respond. Every interaction with him

e the prohibitions. If Dominic thought he could control her with veiled

pread out before her, the shelves overflowing with ancient books and documents. But

ere written in a firm but urgent, almost desperate hand. It wa

ifices, but also of a curse. The words were interspersed with cryptic notes, mentioning nam

ntinue, a cold voic

aying with

stood in the shadows, his face partially illuminated by the dim

not for you, he

book to her, re

you should start sharing them. You ca

expression impassive, but

e it

is battle. Reluctant, she handed him the newspaper. Dominic t

ght questions at the right time, he said,

enna felt a mixture of frustration and curiosity growing within her. This diary was a piece of th