I Married You For Your Brother’s Face

I married the most ruthless Don in Chicago, but not for love, money, or power. I married Luca Falcone because he was the only man on earth who carried the same DNA as his dead identical twin, Dante—the love of my life. For three years, I played the role of the submissive, obsessed wife. I endured his coldness. I cooked for his mistress, Sofia. I even stayed silent when Sofia pushed me down a flight of stairs in a jealous rage, nearly killing me. Luca thought I stayed because I was weak. He thought the way I stared at his face was adoration. He never realized I was looking right through him, seeing the ghost of the brother he could never live up to. But the moment the second pink line appeared on the pregnancy test, my mission was complete. I had secured the heir. I had brought a piece of Dante back to the world. The vessel was no longer needed. I signed the divorce papers, packed my bags, and vanished into the night while Luca was busy with his mistress. When he finally tracked me down months later, broken and begging on his knees for me to come home, I didn't feel a thing. I looked down at the man who thought he was a King and delivered the final blow. "I never loved you, Luca. I married you for the sperm."

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Chapter 10

Luca POV

The private wing of the hospital reeked of antiseptic and old money.

I loathed it.

Sofia perched on the edge of the exam table, swinging her legs back and forth like a petulant child. She looked fine. She looked better than fine; she looked bored.

"I told you, Luca, it's just a little dizziness," she whined, inspecting her manicured nails. "I don't need a doctor. I need a shopping spree."

I leaned against the wall, checking the Rolex on my wrist for the third time.

Elena should have landed in Paris by now.

I had tried calling her twice. Both times, it went straight to voicemail.

It gnawed at me. Elena always answered on the first ring. Always.

The doctor walked in, clutching a clipboard to his chest like a shield. Dr. Aris. He was the family OB-GYN, the one who handled the wives and mistresses of the Chicago Outfit with equal discretion.

"Ms. Moretti," he nodded, his professional mask slipping slightly. "Your vitals are stable. It's likely just dehydration."

"See?" Sofia hopped off the table, smoothing her skirt. "Can we go now?"

Dr. Aris looked at me. He hesitated, his eyes darting nervously.

"Don Falcone," he said, lowering his voice. "While you are here... I wanted to ask about your wife."

I stiffened, pushing off the wall. "What about her?"

"She missed her appointment yesterday. It's the second one she's rescheduled."

"Appointment for what?" I asked, frowning. "She has migraines?"

Dr. Aris looked confused. He adjusted his glasses, a sheen of sweat forming on his brow.

"No, sir. Her prenatal checkup. For the pregnancy."

The world tilted on its axis.

The hum of the air conditioner cut out into a deafening silence. The sound of Sofia's heels clicking on the tile evaporated.

All I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears, roaring like the ocean.

"Pregnancy?" I repeated. The word felt foreign, heavy as lead in my mouth.

"Yes," the doctor said, looking terrified now. "She's... she's almost four months along. The records show-"

Four months.

My mind reeled back, searching.

The loose dresses.

The herbal tea that smelled like dirt.

The way she cradled her stomach when she fell down the stairs.

The stairs.

Ice flooded my veins, freezing me in place.

She fell down the stairs because I pushed her. I had put my hands on my pregnant wife and shoved her.

"Luca?" Sofia touched my arm. "What is he talking about? She's pregnant?"

I slapped her hand away as if her touch burned.

"Get out," I snarled at the doctor.

"Sir, I-"

"GET OUT!"

The doctor fled without looking back.

I pulled out my phone. My hands were shaking so violently I dropped it once before I could unlock it.

I dialed Elena.

The number you have dialed is not in service.

I stared at the screen, the mechanical voice mocking me.

Not in service?

I opened WhatsApp.

User not found.

Panic clawed at my throat as I opened the tracking app I had installed on her phone years ago.

Signal Lost. Last location: O'Hare International Airport. Terminal 3 trash receptacle.

She wasn't in Paris.

She wasn't shopping.

"Luca, calm down," Sofia said, her voice shrill and grating. "So she's pregnant. It's probably not even yours. You know how she-"

I turned on her slowly.

The look on my face must have been demonic, because she took a step back, her hip hitting the metal counter with a clang.

"Not mine?" I whispered, my voice trembling with barely suppressed rage. "She has looked at no one but me for three years. She worships the ground I walk on."

But did she?

Is the man you love in this room?

No.

The memory hit me like a physical blow, knocking the wind out of me.

She told me. She told me to my face, and I was too arrogant to hear it.

She didn't take clothes. She took the box. The box with Dante's things.

She wasn't on vacation.

She was gone.

And she had taken my heir with her.

I didn't say another word to Sofia. I turned and sprinted out of the room.

I ran through the hospital corridors, blind to the nurses, shoving past security.

I burst out into the parking lot, gasping for air, clutching my chest as if my heart were failing.

"Elena!" I screamed her name at the grey sky, raw and desperate.

Silence.

Only the wind answered.

She was gone.

Continue to next part

Riley Collins had never planned on an arranged marriage, but family duty-and the desperate need to save her comatose younger sister-pushed her to the altar. Halfway through the vows, her fiancé's identical twin burst in, claiming he was the real groom now. A gunshot split the air, guests dove for cover, and Luca Black dragged Riley off, ordering his brother dumped in the back row to watch their wedding. When the night came to its end, she wore a ring from the twin who ran a criminal empire, a man with her groom's face but a darker soul, and nothing about her life felt safe again.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.8

Raven's Kiss

9.8

I'M NOT MARRYING HIM AND THAT'S ON PERIOD!!! echoes of my voice filled the room, and almost immediately dead silence. It's been barely two minutes since my parent exposed their long hidden secret.....marrying me off to someone I know nothing, absolutely nothing about. "Diana, please" comes my mom's voice, she sounds broken but I don't care, "..........but you're doing it to save us all" "What could be worse than this.....than marrying me off to a bastard" "Hello Diana" comes a firm masculine voice from behind, different from the one I'm used to and at least unique enough to steal my attention

Mafia Modern Romance

9.2

Rising From Ash: The Mafia Queen Returns

9.2

To my husband, I was just a political bridge, a treaty with a heartbeat. While I sat alone in our cold estate, hiding the child growing inside me, Dante spent his days comforting his late brother's wife, Vanessa. He treated her like porcelain and me like furniture. The breaking point came the night I went into labor. Dante didn't hold my hand. He ran out of the clinic to comfort Vanessa over a fake emergency, leaving me and his unborn heir alone in the cold sterile room. So, I decided to give him exactly what he deserved: a ghost. I staged my death in the storm, leaving behind nothing but signed divorce papers and a tiny, mud-stained onesie. When Dante returned, he was told I died screaming his name. He spent months digging through the wreckage of the lighthouse with his bare hands, sobbing into the mud, finally realizing he had sacrificed his diamond for a stone. He discovered too late that I wasn't just a submissive wife—I was the secret daughter of Don Stefano, the most dangerous man in Europe. It took him three years to find me again. He fell to his knees at my feet, covered in grime, begging to meet his son. "I will fix this," he wept. "I will give you everything." I looked down at him from the steps of my private jet, flanked by my own army. "You can't fix what you broke, Dante," I said coldly. "If you ever come near my son again, I won't send a lawyer. I will send a war."

Mafia Modern Romance

9.6

Silent Hearts, Golden Lies

9.6

She came to St. Jude's to be invisible. He made that impossible. Elara Vance doesn't speak. Not because she can't, because the world stopped being safe enough to speak to. She's brilliant, she's careful, and she has survived worse than an elite private school full of students who treat cruelty like a sport. She just needs two semesters. That's all. Julian Reed was supposed to be background noise. The soccer star. The golden boy. The one everyone watches and no one really knows. She was not supposed to catch his attention. He was not supposed to keep hers. But when Julian steps in to help her and accidentally paints a target on her back, Elara discovers that some enemies don't just want to win. They want to destroy. And some protectors don't know when to stop. She doesn't need saving. She needs to get through senior year without falling apart. She's failing at both. Enemies in the hallway. Secrets in the group chat. A stepmother at home who calls it honesty when she cuts. And a boy in the front row who keeps sliding notes backward and saying things like I pay what I owe like he actually means it. Elara has one rule: don't let anyone in. Julian Reed is very bad for her rules.

Mafia Modern Young Adult

8.6

The Mafia Don's Regret: Too Late To Love

8.6

My husband, the city's most ruthless Don, left me standing at the altar to comfort a woman with a sprained ankle. I thought our marriage was a protection pact, but when a kidnapper held a knife to his childhood sweetheart’s throat on a rooftop, Cedric made his choice. He physically shoved me—his pregnant wife—toward the blade to save her. I survived the fall, but our unborn baby didn't. Yet, there was no apology. Blinded by her lies, Cedric accused me of staging the attack out of jealousy. He had me thrown into the family dungeon, where I was beaten while still bleeding from the miscarriage. He didn't know two things. First, that his "perfect" sweetheart had voluntarily sterilized herself years ago and could never give him the heir he craved. Second, that I had terminal cardiomyopathy. My heart had an expiration date, and I had only days left to live. On my 27th birthday, I asked him for one final kindness: a midnight ride on the Ferris wheel where we had our first date. He promised to be there, but he was late again, attending to her needs. So I went up alone. When the carriage came back down, it was empty. All I left behind were my shoes and a medical file that would destroy him.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.8

The mafia's king bride claimed by his obsession.

7.8

Dad sold me off to pay a debt to the scariest guy in New York, no less. Damiano Rossi isn't just some mob boss. He's like a hurricane in fancy clothes, a handsome, mean beast who controls everything around him. Except for me. I'm only his wife on paper. I'm still a virgin, and he won't sleep with me, but he also won't let me go, until we did it, and since then, my heart has belonged to him. He's cruel in a sophisticated way. Every night, he brings other girls into our house. I can hear them laughing, whispering things, and making noises of enjoyment. It's a constant reminder that I'm just something he owns, not someone he cares about. He's slowly breaking me, teaching me to obey him by ignoring me, and keeping me locked up with expensive gifts. But even diamonds can be used as a weapon. I said I might give myself to someone else to feel free for once. He reacted by threatening to kill anyone who touched me. He may not want me, but he'll ruin anyone who does. Then Lucas, my first boyfriend, showed up again. He's kind, genuine, and not scared of the monster who owns me. He's willing to fight to set me free. And for the first time, Damiano's cold act slips, and you can see something scary underneath: jealousy, like burning fire, an obsession that won't let go. So here I am, stuck between a messed-up guy who won't love me and a nice guy who can't save me. I'm realizing that the real problem isn't the fight over my heart. It's the hidden enemy, the one no one suspects, that they are plotting and betraying that could screw us all over. I was sold, silenced, and broken. But a girl who has been broken can become a queen that's fearless. And this queen has decided to start her own game where the rules are top secret, the price is blood, and the only way to win is to burn everything to the ground. Get ready for a story packed with risky romance, killer secrets, and a love life that's so rough, it feels like war.

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