Accidentally Proposed To The Mafia King

Isabella Hart thought her Valentine's Day plan was perfect: propose to her boyfriend, celebrate in the Maldives, and finally start the life she'd dreamed of. Instead, she walked into his office and found him kissing his assistant who was also her friend. Heartbreak turned to fury and before she could stop herself, she shoved the engagement ring meant for him onto the finger of a stranger with cold gray eyes. The stranger looked at her, amused, and said, "I do." Moments later, her ex called that stranger Boss. Luciano Moretti, the stranger, was no ordinary man. He was the quiet, ruthless king of New York's underworld, the man people whispered about but never dared to name aloud. What began as a viral mistake became a dangerous entanglement of power, lies, and a love too forbidden to survive the truth.

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Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE

Bella's POV

For a moment, all I could do was stare at Luciano Moretti.

He stood in my tiny living room like he owned oxygen, like he could command gravity itself. His coat was still buttoned, not a wrinkle on him, not a single lock of hair out of place. Meanwhile I was one blink away from falling apart.

He wanted me to pretend to be engaged to him?

Me?

A girl who had just proposed in public because her heart got drop-kicked into a trash can?

Really?

"No," I said, my voice trembling for a whole different reason now. "Absolutely not. I'm not doing any of that."

His eyebrow lifted, so gracefully arrogant it should've been illegal. "You don't have a choice."

My jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"

He took a slow step forward, and my lungs forgot their purpose. "This is already public. You and I are in a mess together, Miss Hart. The only way out is forward."

"Forward?" I sputtered. "By lying to the entire world? By...by being your fake fiancee? Are you insane?!"

His lips twitched. "Possibly."

I threw my hands up. "Fantastic. I proposed to a lunatic."

His gaze flickered over my face, lingering a second too long on my mouth. The air between us thickened, heated and charged with something I absolutely refused to name.

I stepped back. He stepped forward.

"Look," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "I didn't mean what I said. I was emotional. Heartbroken. Stupid. Pick any adjective you want, okay? I don't even know you."

"You will," he murmured.

My stomach fluttered-annoyingly-while my brain screamed run. "I don't want to," I snapped.

He tilted his head, studying me like I was an equation he fully intended to solve. "Do you think I want this?" he asked quietly.

"Well... you said 'I do' pretty fast."

"I was curious."

"Curious?" I repeated, incredulous.

"Yes." His voice dropped again, lower, darker. "You didn't run from me. You didn't lower your eyes. You didn't tremble like other people do when they realize who they're standing in front of."

"I did tremble!"

"That was not fear."

My breath hitched. "I-excuse me-what-"

His eyes glinted, as though he could hear the disaster happening inside me. Then, with a faint tilt of his head, he said with a softer tone, "You're overwhelmed. Breathe."

"I am breathing!" I snapped again. "And you're... you're doing that thing."

"What thing?"

"That thing where you act like you're in control of every molecule in this room."

"I am in control of every molecule in this room."

I blinked. "See? This is exactly why I can't do this."

"You must," he said simply.

"Why?" I threw my arms out. "Why me? Why this? Can't you just call your PR team and say I'm clinically insane? Or possessed? Or drunk? I don't care...just fucking pick one."

He stepped closer...dangerously closer. His cologne curled around me, warm and dark, stealing my oxygen. "Because you said, 'Marry me.' And I said I do. And the world heard."

I swallowed, heat crawling up my neck. "Then... then say no."

Luciano's gaze dropped to my lips again. "I don't want to."

A sharp pulse shot straight through my body. I hated the way it made me feel. I hated that he noticed. I hated that he was right about the trembling.

"Get out," I whispered, because my voice couldn't handle anything louder.

He studied me for a long, silent beat which as long enough for my heart to thump embarrassingly loud in my ears. Finally, he nodded once.

"Very well."

He walked toward the door, his presence trailing behind him like a shadow that didn't want to leave. His hand touched the doorknob, but he paused, looking at me over his shoulder.

"Think carefully, Bella," he said softly. "This is bigger than a broken heart."

My pulse jumped. "What does that mean?"

His eyes locked with mine. His gray eyes were stormy. Serious. Too serious.

"Trouble is already coming," he said. "And now? It has your name."

The doorknob clicked just then and he walked out.

I looked at him until he left, my heart beating frantically in my chest as he did so.

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My husband, a Mafia Underboss, built me a perfect life. I was the Chief Resident at a top hospital, the accomplished Dr. Falcone. But my world shattered when a woman brought her four-year-old son to my clinic. The boy had a rare genetic allergy—one that runs only in my family. On his intake form, his father’s name was listed as "Emilio Thomas," my husband's secret middle name. Then, my husband’s voice came through the woman’s phone, and I saw him pick them up from my office window, a perfect, secret family. That night, at our family's most important gala, the boy ran up to me, screaming, "You're the bad lady trying to take my daddy away!" The crowd turned on me, whispering that I was the other woman. On the boy's wrist was the custom bracelet I gave my husband on our first anniversary. When I reached for it, Emilio shoved me. I hit my head on a table, and a sharp pain ripped through my abdomen as blood soaked my dress. I lost the baby I didn't even know I was carrying—the legitimate Moretti heir. My husband turned his back on me, leaving with his other family as I bled on the ballroom floor. He never visited me in the hospital. His mistress, Hayden, did. She gloated that she’d planned it all, and that Emilio swore he'd never have another child after their son was born. I was just a barren, placeholder wife. But this was more than a betrayal; it was a declaration of war. That night, I stared at two pink lines on a pregnancy test I’d taken before the gala. I was six weeks pregnant with the true Moretti heir, and now, I had a weapon.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.9

Dangerous Game- Love in the Strangest Place

8.9

In a world where danger and desire collide, a high-stakes romance unfolds against the backdrop of the modern criminal underworld. When a woman finds herself entangled with a powerful mafia figure, she must navigate a treacherous landscape of loyalty and betrayal. As their lives intertwine in the most unexpected of places, the line between predator and prey blurs. Can love survive a deadly game where every move could be their last and trust is a luxury?

Mafia Modern Romance

7.5

His Unwanted Wife, The Unbeatable Lawyer

7.5

For three years, I was the perfect Mafia wife. I ensured my husband Jared's suits were impeccable and his public image flawless. I even sat at tables with Russian killers and calmly translated the order to execute a man who betrayed our Family. My value was my composure and my loyalty. The moment an internal memo praised Jared for his 'heroism' during the Mayland Warehouse Massacre, I knew our marriage was over. Because I was the one he'd left to die. The memo was a masterpiece of fiction, claiming he made a split-second decision to protect the Family's "most valuable asset." That asset wasn't me, his wife, who was calmly negotiating with cartel members for our lives. It was Bianca, his fragile mistress, who was crying on the phone in a sector he was ordered to stay out of. When I packed my bags and left, he had the audacity to call me hysterical. "You're my wife," he scoffed. "Was I your wife at Mayland, Jared?" I asked. "Did you think of your wife for even a second while you were running to save your weak little woman?" He was a coward who had ignored a direct order from a Don, and the Family was calling him a hero for it. But I had the proof: a thirty-second recording of his profound dishonor. I wasn't just seeking an annulment. I was petitioning the Commission, and I was going to use that recording to burn his world to the ground.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.2

Just A Vessel: The Surrogate's Escape

7.2

I went to the bank to set up a trust fund for my twins, only to have the manager look at me with pity. "Mrs. Dunlap, the trust requires the *biological* mother's signature." I froze. I *was* their mother. Or so I thought. That day, I learned my husband, the most powerful Mafia Don on the coast, had used his ex-lover’s frozen eggs. For six years, I wasn't his wife. I was just the incubator. When his "true love," Iliana, returned from exile, my life disintegrated. My children, poisoned by her lies, pushed me down the stairs and called me "just the nanny." Gavyn didn't help me up. He stepped over my bleeding body to take his "real family" out for ice cream. But the ultimate betrayal happened on a windswept cliff. Staged by Iliana, we were both tied up, allegedly rigged to explode. Forced to choose who to save, Gavyn didn't hesitate. He cut Iliana loose. "You did this to yourself, Alex," he said, driving away with the children, leaving me to die. He thought he was leaving behind a corpse. He didn't know I had skimmed ten million dollars from the household accounts. "Cut me loose," I told the hitman, transferring the money. "And tell him the ocean took me." Two years later, the Don is on his knees in my garden, begging for a second chance. Too bad he has to get through my new fiancé first—the head of the rival cartel.

Action Mafia Romance

9.4

Mafia Princess: Escaping His Deadly Lie

9.4

For three years, a rare liver disease has been killing me. Through it all, my husband Julian has been my rock. Our last hope was a black-market liver, secured through a life-debt owed to my family, the Volkov Bratva. But from my hospital bed, I overheard him promise that very liver to another woman. It was for his mistress's mother. I soon discovered he had a four-year-old daughter with her. Their family was established; I was just the placeholder. On a hidden security feed, I watched him in my dead parents' penthouse—a sacred place he forbade me from visiting—bouncing their child on his knee. Then he fastened the diamond necklace he'd bought for my birthday around his mistress's neck. The final blow came when I heard her whisper, "Just a little longer... the fever will do the rest." He wasn't just leaving me. He was actively trying to kill me. The love I had for him didn't just die; it turned to a cold, hard stone in my chest. The man whose devotion I never questioned now made my skin crawl with revulsion. The next morning, I signed myself out of the hospital against medical advice. I left my wedding ring and the signed divorce papers on the entryway table, blocked his number, and walked out of our house without looking back.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.6

My Mate Rejects Me For Her Sister's Mate

9.6

I'm Andrew, a wolf with "skin hunger".All I've ever craved is closeness. But for three cold years, my bonded mate Sophia, who's terrified of germs, only had eyes for Daniel, her sister Grace's mate. When I tried to get near her once, she sneered, "What, are you that desperate?" I found her workshop stuffed with Daniel's sculptures, and that's when I knew-I signed the bond-breaking papers . At an auction, I heard Daniel admit, "Sophia's my backup-she thinks I saved her." Then he had my vas deferens cut. Later, Sophia learned I was the one who'd saved her that day. When I bonded with my childhood friend Stella, Sophia begged, "Give me another chance!" I told her, "I don't love you anymore." Daniel attacked me, but Sophia took a dagger for me. Later, I got a letter from her: "Wishing you happiness." I hugged Stella tight-finally, I felt whole.

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