Submitting to the Mafia King

Timothy cheated on me few days before our wedding, so to get back at him, I wrapped my hand around the first stranger and begged, "Please kiss me." But when that stranger turns out to be the most feared Mafia King in the country, I might've just signed away my freedom. ********** Trying to make ends meet with a huge pile of debt and a gambling dad, the last thing Cara needed was to find out her fiancé was cheating on her 22nd birthday. Done with the lies, she swears she doesn't have time for boys anymore, especially those who think they run the world. Except Adonis is not a boy. And he might not run the world, but he ran half of it. One impulsive kiss, and the best one-night stand of her life later, all she had to do was be the wife of the most feared mafia heir in the country. Until he became the very reason the last of her sanity crumbled apart. She married her father's murderer. Worst part? She still wants him.

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Chapter 5

All heads turned at the ding of the doorbell. They watched the young woman, who could easily pass for a high schooler, hold tightly to the tote bag on her arm as she skipped into the cafe with a big smile on her face.

Multiple faces tried to stifle their laughter as she walked up to the counter in clothes that looked to be three times her size, but she couldn't be bothered. It hadn't even occurred to her that she was the centre of attraction.

"Good morning. Two cups of caramel machiatto and one walnut pie, please." Cara ordered as she thought back on the last time her family had walnut pie. It used to be a tradition. Whenever there was good news to share, they always had walnut pie.

She decided it was time to renew the tradition. It seemed like only good things would happen from now on.

"Your coffees and walnut pie." The attendant said, and Cara received them with an overly excited thank you.

She pulled up the tote bag on her shoulder for the third time since she'd reached the cafe as she tried to balance the coffee and walnut pie box in her other hand. Waddling out of the cafe, she turned away from the cafe street, heading down the street to her home.

She couldn't remember if she had ever felt this peaceful since the death of her mother. She had never been this spontaneous, but to her, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She recalled her conversation with Adonis...

"It doesn't have to, bellissima. How about this? Agree to marry me for a year, and I'll f*ck you into oblivion after."

As much as she loved his proposition-mainly the bonus, but she wouldn't say that to his face-Cara didn't think it was a sane thing to get married because of hot sex. She had reluctantly refused and was all set to leave when he read out information from the brown file.

Cara Camila Rodriguez

5'5

Age: 22 years

Spanish-American

Third Generation Immigrant

College Dropout

Lives in a moderate-sized family house in the middle part of town-Washington Street, to be exact.

Works part-time as a dishwasher during the weekdays, tutors high schoolers, and serves as a waitress every weekend.

Dead Mother due to Stage Three Lung Cancer

Father used to work as marketing team manager but is now a chronic drunk and an addicted gambler.

Only acquaintance is a coworker known as Augustina Brooks.

Current debt: fifty-five grand, and 95% is from your father's gambling addiction.

Adonis took a pause as he viewed the next line but decided not to read it out. Beside a picture of her ex-fiancè was the name, Kane Roberts. His guts told him something was fishy, as he could clearly remember Cara calling him Timothy the day before. Making a mental note to have his men look him up, he looked up at Cara.

"I can continue if you want me to."

Cara felt anger at the intrusion of her privacy, but that was secondary.

How the hell did he get all this information in less than twelve hours? He never even left the room. More importantly, what did he need the information for?

Cara inhaled before taking a seat on the bed. "Who are you?" She asked, and Adonis placed the file down.

"Adonis Alessandro Bernardi."

"No. Who are you? What do you want? Why do you have information on me and my family?" She questioned with a frown.

"You can say I'm your Savior. You need money, no?"

Cara felt her nostrils flare. "You want me to sell myself to you."

Adonis exhaled in frustration. "La ragazzina arriva sempre alle sue conclusioni. No. I'm telling you what you stand to gain. Look, I need a wife for a year, and you might just be my best fit at the moment. Agree to sign the contract, and I'll pay off your debts. You-

Cara cut him off.

"That's it?" Adonis replied with a glare.

"Cut me off one more time, and you'd be screaming my name as I leave my handprint on your butt cheeks." Cara gulped.

"Now, your father needs help; I can get him the help he needs. I'll clear your debts, and you get a million dollars every month till the end of the contract."

Cara struggled with herself as she gaped at Adonis with her mouth opened for the second time that day. She always liked to view reality as it is, and right now, his offer seemed like the best option. She gets to clear her family's debts and send her father to rehab. Most importantly, she can go back to school and start a new life with the money he'll pay every month.

The deal sounded too good to be true. Was there something he was hiding? Or does he just have a lot of money lying around?

She was conflicted.

Yes, marriage shouldn't be taken lightly, but if she failed to pay back the money her father had recently loaned within a week, she doubted she'd be allowed to live to even get married at all.

"Tell me about yourself."

"Adonis Alessandro Bernardi. I'm thirty-four. Italian. I own businesses." He gave monotone, carefree replies, and Cara rolled her eyes.

If only she could afford a private investigator too.

"Is that all?"

Adonis hummed.

"That's all you need to know. The rest won't matter anyway; this will be done in a year." He gestured between them.

"Why me? Why not fall in love and get married?" She asked suspiciously, and Adonis chuckled dryly.

"I don't do love, and I need a wife. I have limited time, and like I said, you're my best choice at the moment."

Cara nodded. At least he's not as psychopathic as she thought.

"Why do you need a wife?"

"To inherit the family business."

"What's the family business?"

"This hotel. The club, amongst many others." He shrugged.

Cara eyes widened as it dawned on her. He was rich. Like rich rich. And he owned the club. She just slept with her boss's boss's boss! How was it she never suspected? The hotel was named after his family's name for Christ sake. A million thoughts ran through her head, and she contemplated her choices.

Was this one of the scenarios she usually reads in her romance novels? The one where the billionaire needs a temporary wife to take over the family business?

She was in deep, careful thought when her phone began to ring.

Absentmindedly, she pulled it out of her bag, staring at the screen as she saw Timothy's name pop up. That was the deal sealer. The thought of going back to the life she had before became scary; she was going to leave it all behind, and Adonis was her ticket. Looking up at him, she nodded.

"I'll do it."

Cara smiled as her small bungalow came to view. Adonis had given her his spare sweatpant and shirt to wear instead, before promising to send his driver over in the evening. He had offered to drop her off, but Cara needed time to take it in; she wanted to be sure about her decision, and till now, she hadn't wavered so that was a good thing.

They had agreed to finalise and sign the contract over dinner; they also needed to get their stories straight. He mentioned how clever his grandfather was and that it was going to take a lot of acting to convince him.

Cara had thought about how to deliver the news to her father. Tonight, she was just going to tell him that one of her old friends had offered to pay off the debts. She'd think of a way to break the news of her marriage and him going to rehab later. Cara didn't want him to feel guilty that she was getting married to provide them a good life.

Cara arrived at her home porch,

"Dad! I'm home!" Her words were laced with so much enthusiasm until she saw the door was slightly ajar.

Cautiously going in, she wondered if he got home drunk last night as she stepped into the living room to the greatest shock of her life.

The coffee and walnut pie fell to the ground, the hot liquid spilling around with a splash.

Casually sitting on the sofa were two men she was sure she'd never seen before, one with a bloodied knife in hand. Just behind them were two other men, one she didn't recognise, but the other was her bastard of an ex-fiancè.

But that wasn't the main cause of her shock.

At the centre of the room, lying lifeless in a pool of his own blood was her father.

Cara lost all sense of reasoning.

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I stood by Franco for seven years. I stayed with him from his days as a Brooklyn street enforcer until he became the Underboss of the Moretti family. We promised to marry the day he fully took over the territory. Until last month. I saw Franco tangled up with someone else on the leather sofa of his safe house. He said she was cold like ice and that the other woman knew exactly how to please a man. He pinned her down. I chose to walk away. I heard the rumors later. After I left. Franco lost his mind.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.2

I Left The Jester For The King

8.2

"Little Siren: I miss your hands on me." That message lit up the screen of a burner phone I found in my fiancé's jacket pocket while he was in the shower. Franco Moretti, the rising star of the Vitiello crime family, treated me like a fragile glass doll. He claimed he was "saving himself" for our wedding night out of respect. But the phone told a different story. I unlocked it and found three years of betrayal. It wasn't just a fling. It was Camilla, a girl from high school I had befriended out of pity. I watched their history unfold. He complained that I was cold. He called me a statue. Then I saw the invoice. He had bought two identical pink diamond engagement rings. One for me, and one for her. Worse, he had stolen my grandmother' s heirloom jade bracelet-a piece of history meant for his bride-and given it to his mistress. "I need her name to get the chair," he texted her. "You are my true Queen." I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I realized I wasn't a person to him; I was a ladder. Leaving him would be too easy. Leaving is what victims do. I walked to my laptop and opened a new document. I wasn't just going to cancel the wedding. I was going to broadcast his ruin to the entire underworld, and our wedding would be my stage. Then, I picked up the phone and dialed the one number my father forbade me to call. "I accept," I told the deep voice on the other end. "You understand what you are agreeing to, Gianna?" Enzo Falcone asked. "I understand," I said, looking at the New York skyline. "You want an alliance. I want a weapon."

Mafia Modern Romance

8.1

Inked by the Mafia King

8.1

Elena’s quiet life as a talented tattoo artist is shattered when she catches the eye of Silas, the ruthless and feared king of the local underworld. Captivated by her skill and spirit, the mafia boss demands she become his exclusive artist, dragging her into a dangerous world of crime and passion. As their intense connection deepens, Elena must navigate a lethal landscape of loyalty and betrayal while resisting the pull of a man who refuses to let her go.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.8

Shadows of the Moon Bond: Sold to the Alpha Don's Fated Rejection

7.8

Elena Voss was sold like a debt receipt. Her greedy aunt and uncle handed her over to Damien Blackthorn-New York's untouchable billionaire tech mogul by day, ruthless Mafia Don and Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack by night-to settle a family debt they never asked her to pay. The moment their eyes met in that rain-soaked alley, the fated mate bond ignited like wildfire. For one reckless night, he claimed her body and soul, whispering "mine" against her skin while the Moon Goddess sealed their destiny. Then came the betrayal. On their first anniversary, he paraded his pureblood fiancée through their penthouse, let her kneel for him in the study while Elena watched from the shadows, and divorced her in front of the entire pack. "Wolfless trash," he snarled. "You were never more than payment." Heart in pieces and two tiny heartbeats growing inside her, Elena fled. She vanished into Seattle's gray drizzle, changed her name, cut her hair, and built a quiet life as a single mother. She swore the Blackthorn name would never touch her twins-Leo and Luna, the secret heirs he didn't even know existed. Five years later, the children's first uncontrolled shifts rip through their small apartment like lightning. The only place that can teach them control and keep them hidden from rival packs is back in New York-back under Damien's shadow. The Alpha Don who once threw her away is now obsessed. The fated bond never died; it only waited. He feels her every laugh, every tear, every protective growl she gives their children. He'll burn his empire, his alliances, and his pride to drag her back. But Elena isn't the broken girl he discarded anymore. She's a mother with claws. A luna who learned to bite. And this time, if he wants her forgiveness, he'll have to beg on his knees. Pregnancy. Divorce. Secret babies. Billionaire alpha. Mafia power plays. Revenge that burns slow and sweet. Some bonds can't be broken. Some rejections come with claws. And some second chances are paid for in blood.

Mafia Modern Werewolf

8.9

My Dead Husband Returned With Another Woman

8.9

Three years after I buried an empty casket for my husband, I found him alive in a grocery store parking lot. He was rubbing a stranger's pregnant belly, smiling a soft smile I had never seen in our years of marriage. My husband, the ruthless Don of Chicago, had become "Arthur," a gentle man with no memory of the empire he ruled or the wife he left behind. To protect his happiness, I swallowed my agony and lied. "I am his cousin," I told his pregnant fiancée, Mia. I brought them home to his estate, enduring the torture of watching him give her the tenderness that used to belong to me. But my mercy was rewarded with cruelty. Dante looked at me with cold, unfamiliar eyes and slapped divorce papers onto the table. "Sign them," he demanded, his voice devoid of emotion. "I want to marry Mia before the baby comes. I want a fresh start." He didn't know I was dying of a heart defect caused by the stress of grieving him. He didn't know I stalled for two weeks not for money, but because I wanted to be buried with his name. I died the morning the deadline arrived, taking the secret of my love to the grave. Ironically, that very night, a bullet grazed his temple during an ambush, unlocking the memories he had lost. He remembered the peach orchard. He remembered our blood oath. He remembered that I was his soulmate. He ran to my brother’s gates, screaming my name, blood pouring down his face, desperate to beg for forgiveness. But my brother just stood there, blocking the entrance to the cemetery with a cruel smile. "She waited for you every single day," he spat. "And you killed her."

Mafia Modern Romance

7.1

The Mafia King's Regret: She Moved On

7.1

For four years, I was the invisible baker's daughter who memorized Dante Vitiello’s routine. I baked stomach-friendly meals for the Underboss of New York, ensuring his ulcer didn't kill him, all while loving him from the shadows. But when I collapsed from exhaustion in his gym, he didn't help me. He looked at me with pure revulsion and asked his guard: "Is she dead? Call pest control." To him, I wasn't a girl; I was a stain that smelled of "grease and desperation." When the Capo’s daughter framed me for stealing family secrets, Dante knew the truth. Yet, he stood silent. He didn't defend me. Instead, he handed me a scholarship check—hush money to exile me from the city, sacrificing my reputation to protect his political alliances. I took the money, not out of gratitude, but out of spite. I burned every sketch, every note, and every shred of the girl who had foolishly loved a monster. I realized I was just a disposable extra in his story. Five years later, I returned as a ruthless top-tier lawyer, engaged to a safe, clean man. Dante, now the Don, cornered me at a gala, looking at me with a desperate hunger he’d never shown before. "I broke you to save you," he claimed, his voice rough with regret. I pulled away and smiled, cold and unyielding. "You didn't save me, Dante. You burned the only person who ever truly loved you. And she’s never coming back."

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