The Stolen Bride Of The Ruthless Don

Dante Moretti was born into power,but never wanted it. The heir to Italy's most feared mafia family, he learned early that love is a weakness and loyalty is bought in blood. Until her. Victoria Hale ;bright, innocent, and hopelessly out of his reach. She was the one thing pure in his dark world, the girl who made him believe he could be more than his father's monster. But when his family discovered their secret, Dante was forced to vanish overnight, leaving her heart shattered to protect her life. Five years later, Dante is no longer the boy she loved. He's the Don cold, ruthless, untouchable. And she... she's about to marry his former bestfriend. Until the church doors burst open. Until the gunfire silences the vows. Until the devil she thought was gone drags her back into his world and whispers, "You remember who you belong to." Now, trapped between the man she once loved and the man she was forced to marry, Victoria must navigate a world of danger, obsession, and forbidden desire. Because loving Dante Moretti was never safe But surviving him might be impossible.

Chapters

Chapter 1

The soft sound of violin and the scent of lilies filled the air. Victoria looked at her face glammed up she looked so beautiful her fair skin. The veil felt heavy on her hair, her reflection a stranger in silk and diamonds.

Somewhere behind her, the choir hummed the same hymn she'd heard a hundred times in rehearsal but today every note felt like her ears was about to pop off.

She forced a smile this was the least she could do for herself and for Kelvin.

Lost in her thought the bridesmaids tapped her " it's time to walk the aisle"

"Hmmm"she gave a slid as her heels clicked against the tiles when she reached the altar, Kelvin smiled like the world finally made sense. Making her heart twitch with something unexplainable.

The priest's voice echoed across the church.

"Do you, Kelvin Valen, take Victoria Hale to be your lawfully wedded wife"

"I do," kelvin said, calm and certain.

"And do you, Victoria Hale, take Kelvin Valen to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

She clenched her fist her mouth went dry. The church stood in silence waiting for her response.

"Victoria??" Kelvin nudged her.

She opened her lips " I...I" then stopped.

The doors slammed open.

A single gunshot shattered the silence breaking the stained glass above them, scattering color and light like falling stars.

Everyone screamed in fear. People dropped to the floor.

He stood there tall, dressed in black, his gaze colder than the barrel still smoking in his hand.

Kelvin quickly held her hands while she stood forgetting how to breath for a second.

"Who gave you the permission to marry my woman" Dante moretti voice boomed loud.

Victoria hand shook. Was this who she thought he was? She had wanted to see him one last time before getting married but not like this.

He stepped forward his aura and coldness made her shiver their eyes locked for a brief moment but she was about to be married and he was dead to her.

"Dante today is my wedding and you're not welcome" her voiced pierced his heart more than any bullet wound had done.

"Why? Mia Vicky you swore to only walk down the aisle with me" he said, voice hoarse.

"Dante, what the hell..." Kelvin roared, stepping forward, shielding her.

"Don't!" Victoria's cry tore through the chaos.

"Then Come with me my mia I'm back"Dante said as he grabbed her hand.

"No I'm getting married he loves me!"

Her voice broke into a sob.

"Who dares to make you cry come with me it's not a request"Dante growled his hand tightening around her wrist.

"Victoria, he abandoned you!" Kelvin roared, furious, pulling her other hand. "You hate him. Remember?"

She stood there in pain torn between two men and tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

"Nobody leaves this church" Dante Moretti cocked his gun as his men surrounded the people.

"Mia, you are coming with me today"he said.

His eyes lingered on the frail woman, the one he'd swore to protect the only one who'd ever believed in him.Watching her marry his former best friend was a death he refused to die.

He aimed his gun at Kelvin

"you deserve to die"

"Don't shoot him! I'll go with you," Victoria cried out.

Dante's jaw clenched, his eyes darkening.

"You'd come with me... just to save him?" he whispered.

The silence that followed was louder than the gunfire.

Dante's eyes met hers unreadable, almost wounded then he nodded once.

He took her hand. Not tenderly. Possessively.

"Good girl," he murmured, his breath brushing her temple. "You remember who you belong to."

As he led her down the aisle, his men clearing the way, she didn't look back tears filled her eyes.

Kelvin voice echoed behind her, shouting her name.

Glass crunched under his shoes as he tried to follow.

A shot rang out not at him but the chandelier above it came crashing between them blocking Kelvin path as glass pierced his skin.

She screamed in terror looking back. He froze.

And in that brief, terrible silence, Dante pulled her into the waiting car outside.

The church disappeared behind them, swallowed by sirens and smoke.

Dante didn't speak. Neither did she.

When he finally turned, his next words made her blood run cold.

"Welcome home, Mrs. Moretti."

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When is the worst time to tell someone he's going to be a father? Probably the day of the wedding... When he is getting married to someone else. Well, that is exactly what I did. But my hands were tied. Literally. Matvey Groza is a dangerous man. And nine months ago, he strolled into my shop looking for a custom suit. But when I accidentally walked in on him in the changing room, *I* was the one that ended up needing a new set of clothes. It was a one-time mistake. After that... good riddance. But the pregnancy test I took a month later had other plans. I kept it a secret from everyone. Or so I thought. But when Matvey's enemies learned that I was pregnant with his child, they kidnapped me and held me hostage. Until I broke free and ran as fast as I could. And I had no one else to turn to but the devil himself. What better time for me to enter the church... ... than as the pastor says, "Speak now or forever hold your peace"?

Mafia Modern Romance

8.5

Cautiva de tu amor

8.5

Elena’s life takes a dark turn when she is forcibly taken by Dante, a ruthless and powerful mafia boss. Trapped in his dangerous world, she must navigate the complex web of power and betrayal that surrounds him. While she initially resists her captor, an unexpected and intense attraction begins to form between them. In a landscape of violence and secrets, Elena struggles to reconcile her growing feelings with the reality of her captivity.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.1

Cognac Villain - A Mafia Romance

8.1

One wardrobe malfunction. Two people who don't belong together. Three awful "Be my wife." Everyone else is at this party to marry the host. I'm only here until I can get a ride home. When my dress rips in the world's worst-timed wardrobe malfunction, I go find somewhere quiet to fix it. So I'm standing there in nothing but my heels when, As my luck would have it, the door opens... And the man of the hour walks in. I wish I could say I played it cool. But it's been a looong time since anyone has seen me in my birthday suit... Much less the hottest man I've ever laid eyes on. All I want to do is fix my dress, click my heels three times, and be back on my couch in fuzzy slippers. But Ivan has other ideas. He's decided who he's taking to the altar... And I don't have a choice but to say "I do."

Mafia Modern Romance

9.6

Left To Burn, She Rose A Queen

9.6

I was the Chicago Outfit's princess, and Luca and Matteo were my sworn protectors. We had mixed our blood at ten years old, promising that nothing would ever touch me. But that oath turned to ash the night Sofia Ricci aimed a Roman candle at my chest. The firework slammed into my shoulder, igniting my silk dress instantly. As I rolled on the concrete, screaming while the flames ate into my skin, I waited for my boys to save me. They didn't. Instead, I watched through the smoke as they rushed to Sofia. They wrapped their jackets—the ones meant to shield me—around the girl who had just set me on fire, comforting her because the "kickback" had scared her. They let me burn to keep her warm. When I woke up in the hospital with permanent scars, they brought me a letter of apology from her and defended her "accident." They even cut their palms to pay her debt, ignoring the fact that I was the one in bandages. That was the moment Elena Vitiello died. I didn't scream. I didn't beg. I simply packed my bags and defected to the one place they couldn't follow: the arms of Dante Moretti, the lethal Capo of New York. By the time they realized their mistake and came crawling back to beg in the rain, I was already wearing another man's ring. "You want forgiveness?" I asked, looking down at them. "Burn for it."

Action Mafia Modern

8.7

My Death Countdown

8.7

On our wedding anniversary, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and I only had three months to live. I planned to tell my husband, Tobias Wright, but I accidentally heard a conversation between him and his mother, Joanna Wright, when I was outside the study. "Mom, she's finally going to die. I've been waiting for that day for five years." "Don't rush, Tobias. Once she's gone, her heart can be given to Jolie." So I realized that they had an evil plan when Tobias decided to marry me. They had just wanted my healthy heart. I laughed. Then I decided that I would give them a taste of their own medicine for their five years of 'anticipation.'

Mafia Modern Romance

8.6

Remarried To The Ruthless Mafia King

8.6

I found the instruction manual for my own abandonment on a dark web forum while my husband scrubbed the scent of another woman from his skin in the bathroom. The thread was titled "Burden Disposal Strategies." The user, RatKing88, asked a simple question: "How do I dump a loyal wife without triggering a war with the old guard? My parents love her more than me." The replies were brutal. They suggested faking a dangerous mission, forcing a paper divorce for 'asset protection,' and then disappearing with the cash. Moments later, Luca walked out of the bathroom smelling of cheap vanilla perfume and panic. He grabbed my hands, his palms sweating, and spun a clumsy lie about a "Code Red" mission in Sicily. "It is going to be a bloodbath, Sienna," he whispered, his eyes wide with manic energy. "We need to divorce on paper. It is the only way to protect you from the vendettas." I felt a cold rage settle in my gut. He wasn't a soldier going to war. He was a rat running off with his mistress and the family savings, leaving his stroke-ridden father and our daughter with nothing. He planned to wait for his parents to die so he could return for the inheritance. He thought I was just a naive, caged canary who would wait forever. But he forgot that canaries are the first to smell poison in the air. I didn't scream. I didn't expose him. Instead, I looked him in the eye with carefully manufactured sorrow and signed the papers. He thought he was escaping to freedom with a bag full of stolen cash. He didn't realize he had just voluntarily abdicated his throne. And I was going to take it.

Mafia Modern Romance

The Stolen Bride Of The Ruthless Don

Chapter 1

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