The DON's Princess
Six months." That’s all he offered her. “I can only help you for six months. After that, I have to go back to my world," Victor said, his dark eyes piercing as he spoke. There was something about this man that sent chills down her spine, and yet, that same thing pulled her to him.
Sophia Martins, a sheltered 23 year old, had spent six years living a lie. Forced into marriage with her childhood crush, John Smith, she believed it was the only way to keep a fraction of her late father’s company. But when she learns the truth,that the company had always been hers,she files for divorce, determined to take back what was stolen from her.
Her plans for freedom, however, take a deadly turn when John sends a hitman after her. Just as her life hangs by a thread, a mysterious and devastatingly handsome stranger intervenes, saving her and offering to be her bodyguard,but only for six months.
As the days unfold, Sophia finds herself irresistibly drawn to him, only to discover that William, her charming protector, is not who he claims to be. He is Victor Falcone, the ruthless Mafia Don feared by all. As she’s thrust into his dangerous world of power and violence, her questions multiply.
Why did he lie to her? Why had he been protecting her?
The lines blur between love and violence, Sophia discovers a truth that could shatter their relationship forever. Will their love be able to withstand the truth, or will Victor’s reality tear them apart?
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Chapter: Chapter 11 Victor's point of view: Resisting Sophia was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do. She was simply too perfect—her confident demeanor during the meeting, the way her beautiful eyes darted around when she was nervous... everything about her was captivating. As I stood beside her, I tried my hardest to focus, but my mind kept wandering. The urge to lift her up, place her on that table, and— And now we were back home. She was being the absolute cutest, her fear endearing as she underestimated her own strength. She spoke about paying me back, and I wished I could tell her that she owed me nothing. If anything, I owed her everything. "How else can I pay you back, William?" she whispered, sending shivers down my spine. The way she said my name made me curse whoever named me Victor because, at that moment, "William" sounded infinitely better. I stared into her beautiful brown eyes, as always completely captured. I tried to maintain my composure, but when my gaze fell on her plump, pi
Last Updated: 2025-01-16
Chapter: Chapter 10Sophia's point of view “What!” Maxwell exclaimed, his face turning a deep shade of red as he shot to his feet, fists clenched. “Are you out of your mind?” He began to yell, but Arnold, one of the shareholders, raised a hand to cut him off. “Sit down, Maxwell. Let’s remain professional,” Arnold said calmly, giving Maxwell a warning look before turning his attention to me. “We understand your claim to the company, Sophia, but that’s not how business works,” Arnold said as his eyes locked on mine. “You have a right to your shares and the profits they bring, but the position of CEO is for the board to decide—not you.” He glanced around the room for support before continuing. “After your father’s passing, John and Maxwell Smith have been running this company effectively. You can’t just walk in here and decide to strip that from them.” “Effectively?” I countered, my voice firm. “they have kept the company afloat, but not as well as my father did. I’ve seen the statistics; the compan
Last Updated: 2025-01-14
Chapter: Chapter NineI walked into the room, my heart pounding against my chest with each step. But I couldn’t afford to let it show—not here, not now. As I entered, I caught John shifting uncomfortably in his chair, beads of sweat rolling down his temple. Good. "Let the cowards sweat," “Sophia Martins,” I announced, my eyes scanning the room. “You said she was dead,” Carlos blurted, his attention snapping to John, whose eyes darted nervously. “I... I was told she was dead,” John stammered, his voice cracking under pressure—and I liked it. “Oh? By who—the person you sent to kill me?” My voice rang out, sharp enough to draw gasps from the room. “W-what are you talking about, Sophia?” John was about to stutter some excuse when his father stepped in. "John was called by the morgue and told you were dead,” Maxwell said, his tone calm and calculated as he attempted to defuse the situation. He glanced at his son, who was visibly shaken, and smoothly continued, “You can imagine how shocked we al
Last Updated: 2025-01-08
Chapter: Chapter EightPlease note this chapter is written in third person narrative for a wider perspective: Two Week Later "S.M Luxury Group," the signboard read as Sophia stood in front of her father’s office, her heart pounding in her chest. This was the first time in six years she would be walking through those doors. The Smiths had told her the company had folded, and she had been too naïve to investigate until her father’s lawyer contacted her. “Those bastards!” she muttered under her breath, her eyes glistening with tears as the last six years of her life replayed in her mind. She felt a warm hand wrap around her right hand, a sense of calm washing over her. Looking up, she met the gaze of the tall, buff, handsome man standing beside her like a pillar. “Are you ready?” Victor asked. Sophia took a deep breath. “Yes,” she sighed, watching him step in front of her like a bodyguard as they walked into the office. As they entered, her eyes darted around the floor, noticing how all eyes
Last Updated: 2025-01-08
Chapter: Chapter SevenSophia’s Point of View: The man hesitated, his eyes narrowing for a moment as though he was searching for an answer. “I guess I was just at the right place, at the right time,” he finally said, his tone smooth. “I was following a lead, and it brought me to you.” I raised a skeptical brow, studying his face. Something didn’t add up. “A lead? Are you a cop or something?” He shook his head quickly, his jaw tightening. “Not exactly. I work in private security.” “Hmm,” I murmured, trying to read his expression, but his face remained unreadable. “Private security?” I echoed. “Like a bodyguard?” He nodded. “Something like that,” he responded. I narrowed my eyes at him. “I never knew bodyguards followed leads,” I said, trying to catch him in a lie. My gut told me he wasn’t being entirely truthful. “I’m a special kind of bodyguard,” he said, his voice tinged with pride, as though he took genuine satisfaction in his work. It made him seem slightly more believable. “They had a t
Last Updated: 2024-12-24
Chapter: Chapter sixI woke up to find myself strapped to a cold, unforgiving concrete slab, my wrists and ankles bound tightly with chains that bit into my skin. My breath came in shallow, ragged gasps as my eyes adjusted to the dim, flickering light above. A blurred figure loomed over me, and the sound of his voice, dripping with malice, sent a chill through my veins. “Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead,” he drawled, his tone mocking and cruel. My vision cleared, and I was met with the sight of a man whose presence oozed danger. His face was rough, his eyes cold, devoid of humanity, and his mouth curled into a twisted grin that promised pain. My chest tightened as I struggled against the chains, the metal biting deeper into my skin with every move. “Please... please,” I whispered, my voice trembling as tears welled up in my eyes. Maybe, just maybe, he would spare me. But he only chuckled, a sound so devilish it made my blood run cold. “Oh, you’re a pretty one, aren’t you?” he sneered, his hands bru
Last Updated: 2024-12-23
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