The Mafia King's Bride

I walked into Dante Marchetti’s world begging for mercy. He offered it, beautifully packaged, brutally priced. Two million dollars erased with a single signature. My freedom erased with the next line The contract is simple: my silence, my time, my body. Now I’m bound to a man who doesn’t believe in love, only ownership… and I’m the possession he chose. Dante is cold, controlled, and feared by men who fear nothing. Yet with me, his control fractures. His gaze turns hungry. His voice turns sinful. And the darkness he hides pulls me closer than his hands ever dare. I should run. But he’s already decided I’m his. Not for a night. Not for a debt. For as long as he wants. And Dante Marchetti never stops wanting.