2d:T527,“You look like her,” my father whispered, forcing me into my twin sister’s wedding dress, but he didn't warn me that I was marrying a monster. My twin sister ran away, leaving me to marry Luciano Moretti, a ruthless Mafia Don. I walked down the aisle, trembling, praying he wouldn't notice the switch. But the moment he kissed me at the altar, his tongue invaded my mouth, demanding and possessive, tasting me like I was his property. I thought I could hide the truth. But on our wedding night, he walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel, water dripping down his sculpted abs and the distinct V-line that pointed to his heavy manhood. He cornered me against the bed. “You smell different, wifey,” he whispered, his hand sliding up my thigh, his thumb brushing dangerously close to my wet heat. I tried to push him away, but the next morning, he decided to test me. He pushed a plate of peanut butter bagels toward me—food that would kill me, but was my sister's favorite. “Eat,” he commanded, his eyes dropping to my chest where my nipples were hard against the silk robe. “Or do you want me to feed you something else?” His gaze darkened, shifting to my lips, and I knew he wasn't talking about food. He knows I'm a fake. And he’s going to enjoy every second of punishing me for it.2e:T47c,"Heaven knows I did not mean to do this to you," Melanie said as she stared at the unconscious man lying before her then at the dollar bill she had stolen from him.

She did not doubt that the money would be enough for her mother's surgery.

Melanie was on her way to the grocery store a few months later when she bumped into someone.

She creased her forehead and wondered where she had seen those green eyes piercing dangerously into her blue eyes.

''You should watch where you are going, Miss Melanie Tatum.''

The man even knew her name!

She widened her eyes in utmost surprise.

''Do I know you?'' She asked, slowly.

The man said nothing but only chuckled.

Melanie turned to leave when his strong hand grabbed her arm.

''I see you had a very good life with my money, Melanie,'' The man said in an accent.

''W...which money?'' Melanie shuttered.

''The money you stole, Sweetheart.''

He smiled dangerously, tightening his grip on Melanie's arm.

Melanie widened her eyes as she remembered the man in front of her. Damn! Her world will never remain the same.

Zohaa

Published Works

REVENGE MARRIAGE WITH MY EX’S POSSESSIVE UNCLE.

A FAKE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON

The Mafia's Possession