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 SIX

Bella's POV

"Bells!" Ava exclaimed from the hallway immediately Luca was gone, rushing in with wide eyes. "I saw a shadow of him. Was... that him? Was that the guy? OH MY GOD IT WAS, WASN'T IT?!" She shut the door dramatically. "Girl. GIRL. What the hell...how is he even real? And why does he look like he bites?"

I groaned loudly, falling onto the couch. "Ava, please. Not now."

She flopped beside me, eyes shining like a toddler at Christmas. "Bella, he is...my God...like...like if sin took human form. And he came to your house looking like that. And he wants to fake-marry you? Babe... babe...this is destiny!"

"It is insanity," I snapped immediately while rolling my eyes in exasperation.

"Destiny," she corrected.

I shot her a glare. "Do you not remember what happened today? I caught Ethan cheating. I humiliated myself. I proposed to a total stranger. I went viral. I cried so hard my eyes might fall out. And now some... mafia-looking, storm-eyed mafia boss wants to drag me into a PR stunt that could ruin my entire life."

Ava blinked hard at that. "You think he's mafia?"

"Have you seen him?" I flung my hands up in frustration and cried out. "No normal civilian looks like that."

"Fair point," Ava whispered, nodding solemnly. Then her eyes lit again. "But babe... maybe this is fate."

I stared at her. "Ava. I am done with fate. Done. Done with men. Done with love. Done with everything. I am retiring from romance. Permanently."

"Oh please," she laughed. "You're a romance novelist's dream."

"I am a cautionary tale," I corrected. "And I want nothing, absolutely nothing, to do with love again."

She sighed dramatically, looping her arm through mine. "Fine. No love. But you have to admit... he's sexy."

I groaned and buried my face in a pillow. "I want to die."

"You can die," she said, rubbing my shoulder. "But not tonight. Because we need ice cream."

I almost smiled at that. Almost.

***

The next night though, everything changed.

I got home from my shift at the company where I saw working as a marketing consultant, juggling my bag, keys, and a pack of ramen, only to stop dead in the hallway.

My door was slightly open.

My heart dropped to my toes.

I pushed it gently. It creaked.

The lights were off. The air felt wrong-disturbed, invaded, cold.

My stomach twisted painfully as I stepped inside.

My living room was a mess-my drawers open, magazines tossed onto the floor, cushions flipped over. Everything.

Panic clawed up my throat.

"Ava?" I called weakly, hoping to hell that she was not around.

Nothing.

I rushed to my desk.

My laptop was gone.

Gone.

My pulse went wild. "No, no, no, no-"

Then, my phone buzzed.

It was a new message from an unknown number: You shouldn't have met him.

My chest constricted even as I saw another message and read: Walk away while you still can.

I stumbled backward, hand trembling so violently the phone nearly fell.

There was a third message: You're in danger because of him. Watch your back.

I sank onto the couch, breath coming in fast, shallow bursts.

This wasn't just heartbreak.

This wasn't just humiliation.

This was danger.

Real. Tangible. Close.

My phone vibrated again and this time, I was so scared to look.

I sighed deeply and braced myself to read.

I am outside.-L.

Furrowing my brows in surprise, I checked my windows to see a black car idled at the curb.

The car was sleek, expensive, silent.

My heart thudded in my chest as I looked at it.

I shook my head at myself for being surprised about this in the first place.

I mean, if he could know my place easily yesterday, then he could get my phone number in the blink of an eye.

The back door opened slowly and my blood ran cold as Luciano stepped out.

He looked like midnight had dressed him with his black coat, black gloves and black expression.

In between the window, our eyes locked. And instantly, as if something in me was being prophetic, I knew what he was coming for.

Immediately, I shook my head and said, "No...no, no, no-"

He lifted a hand in a calm, steady manner. It was a gesture saying 'come here'.

But I couldn't move.

Another text buzzed in my hand. I turned to look at the message: He can't protect you forever.

My breath froze as I read the message.

Luciano's jaw flexed when he saw my pale face, the shaking in my hands.

"Bella," he said from the doorway of the car, his voice low and dangerous even through the distance, "get in."

"I-I don't-"

"Now."

Fear surged through me. But not of him but

of whatever had broken into my home, had stolen my laptop and had sent those messages.

Whatever he meant when he said trouble had my name.

I swallowed hard, heart pounding so violently it hurt.

Then I grabbed my coat, shoved my keys into my pocket, and stepped outside.

The cold slapped me hard even as I noticed that his men were not around.

Luciano held the car door open. His gray eyes were no longer unreadable and they were holding something far worse. It was something I didn't want to think about.

I hesitated only a second.

Then I climbed in.

I didn't look back.

I couldn't.

Because somehow, I knew

I wasn't stepping into danger.

I was already in it.

And Luciano Moretti...

He was the only one who knew why.

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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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