A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD

A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD

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“Where do you think you’re going, huh? You’re mine now, little mouse. Get back in the house!” Vincenzo's voice boomed, sending chills down Victoria’s spine as her world seemed to crumble. Victoria Washington was shattered—betrayed by her boyfriend who dumped her the day before his wedding,to her sister. She was left humiliated, mocked by everyone. But fate had other plans for her. She’s broken, he's lost. She’s full of fear, and he’s the monster. Yet, somehow, he’s her light while he remains the darkness. Vincenzo Dante will stop at nothing to tarnish his family’s name for forcing him into a marriage he never wanted. But what he doesn’t realize is that his new wife is stronger than she seems—too broken to bend under his cruelty. But when love begins to bloom, and secrets start to unfold, what will happen next?

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Chapter 1

Shattered Love

Victoria Washington

He wasn't coming.

I could feel it in my bones. The hour was late, the candles on the table had burned down to nothing but stubs. My phone was still dead silent. The waitress's eyes lingered on me too long, giving me that sympathetic look, the one reserved for the pathetic girl who had been sitting alone for hours waiting. My fingers hovered over my phone, the screen still blank. No calls, no texts. Nothing.

Today of all days—my birthday.

I stood up slowly, my legs stiff from sitting too long, my heart heavier with each second that passed. I had dressed up for him. For us. Now I looked like a fool.

I stepped out of the restaurant, the air biting against my skin like ice. I couldn’t cry, not here. Not in public. But the tears were close. Too close.

Maybe something happened to him. Maybe there’s an explanation.

Maybe…

I swallowed the lies I was feeding myself, my mind too exhausted to believe them. I just wanted to go home. Sleep. Forget this night ever happened.

But then, how can I?

Exhaling, I dialed his number once again. One ring. Two. By the third, he picked up.

“Hey babe,” Clinton said, his voice strained but oddly calm, like nothing was wrong.

I let out a shaky breath, relief flooding through me. “Where are you? I've been waiting at the restaurant for hours. You just… vanished.”

He paused, and I could hear rustling in the background. “I’m… I’m sorry, babe,” he muttered, and for a moment, it sounded like he was moving, shuffling something around. “It’s been a crazy day. I was on my way to see you, I swear, but—”

“But what?” I cut in, my heart pounding in my chest. “It’s my birthday and you just disappeared.”

“I know,” he sighed, the words dragging out like he was barely holding onto the conversation. “Just that my car broke down and then my phone died. I tried to get it fixed, but everything just went to hell. Look, I'm sorry, okay? I promise to make it up to you.”

I blinked. “Your car broke down?”

“Yeah, on that back road near Pinewood,” he said, the lie rolling off his tongue so easily, so naturally, it almost sounded true. “You know, the one with no signal? I was stuck there for hours until some guys with a tow truck finally passed by.”

I frowned, a chill running down my spine. “Pinewood?” I repeated. “But… you’re only ten minutes from my house. You could have just…”

“I know,” he cut me off quickly. “I should have called sooner. I’m an idiot, okay? But don’t worry, I'm fine now. I’ll come by tomorrow. We’ll celebrate your birthday properly. Just… relax tonight, okay?”

Something felt off. His voice was too rehearsed, too smooth, like he’d practiced this story in his head before picking up the phone.

“What’s that noise I'm hearing?” I asked suddenly, straining my ears to catch the sound. It was faint, but I could hear something—like soft laughter or music in the background.

He went silent for a beat. Too long.

“That’s just… TV,” he quickly said. “I’m at home, remember? Trying to wind down after this whole mess.”

My stomach twisted, that familiar feeling of doubt creeping back in. “Are you sure about what you’re saying? Because it sounds like—”

“Babe,” Clinton interrupted again, sharper this time, but still trying to sound calm, “I’m telling you, it’s nothing. You’re overthinking this. I'm just trying to catch my breath after a shitty day, okay?”

I swallowed hard, nodding even though he couldn't see me. “Okay,” I whispered, trying to force the doubts away.

“I will see you tomorrow, okay? I love you, Vicky.”

“I love you too,” I murmured back, but the words felt hollow.

When I hung up, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong. I didn't want to be blinded by emotions. I needed to know. I couldn't go to sleep with this knot in my chest, this dread eating me alive.

So I drove.

I don't know what possessed me to do it—to check on him. Maybe it was that gnawing intuition, or maybe it was I just needed to see him to feel better. To reassure myself that I was being paranoid.

I drove to his house, gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. My mind spun with all the possibilities. Maybe I would get there and find him sick on the couch, just like he said. Maybe he’d just had a bad day.

But then I pulled up to his house and all my hopes crumbled.

His car was in the driveway.

The lights were on.

And the faint sound of laughter carried through the night air.

I parked down the street, my heart pounding against my chest like a war drum. I crept up to the house, careful not to make a sound. With every step, I could feel the truth creeping closer, like a storm on the horizon.

I reached the window and peered inside.

And there they were—Clinton and Marianna, my sister.

Not sitting on the couch this time, but wrapped around each other, lost in each other, like I never existed. His hands were on her waist, pulling her close, his lips trailing down her neck.

The phone slipped from my fingers, clattering to the ground with a sickening thud.

He lied. Again.

“Clinton…?” I muttered, opening the door and stepping into the house. The whole place made me feel sick to the point I wanted to throw up. "What on earth is happening?"

“Vicky? What the hell are you doing here?” Clinton's voice came out startled, his eyes widening in panic as he froze in place, like a child caught doing something unspeakable.

My heart raced as Marianna turned to face me, her expression unfazed, almost amused. She wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her toes to press her lips to his in a slow, deliberate kiss. “Oh, darling, did you forget to tell her?” she laughed, the sound slicing through the air. “Guess what, sister dearest—you’re going to be my bridesmaid tomorrow! Surprise!”

“What...?” My voice cracked. “What are you talking about?” My head started to spin, a sharp ache forming behind my eyes. “Is this some kind of joke?”

Marianna's smile turned vicious, her eyes glinting with cruel satisfaction. “You’re so pathetically naïve, Victoria. Clinton and I have been together for years. You’ve just been the sad, pitiful third wheel this whole time. Honestly, the sight of you disgusts me.”

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, knocking the breath out of my lungs. I staggered back, my chest tightening. “But… but you're marrying into the Volkov family… what about that?” I turned to Clinton, desperation creeping into my voice. “Clinton, please… tell me she’s lying.”

But instead of denial, Clinton’s mouth twisted into a cold, condescending smile. “What’s there to explain, Vicky? It’s all true. I’m marrying her tomorrow. Maybe you should congratulate us.” His tone was sharp, dismissive, as if my feelings didn’t even register.

I felt like the ground was crumbling beneath my feet. “How… how could you do this to me? After everything? After three years?”

He shrugged casually, like it meant nothing. “You were just convenient, that’s all.”

The world blurred as my tears finally broke free, rolling down my cheeks, hot and bitter. “Please… tell me this is some kind of sick joke,” I whispered, my voice trembling, barely audible.

Marianna's laughter was sharp, merciless. “Oh, Vicky, don’t be so dramatic. You’ll be fine. You always are. But do us all a favor and marry into the Volkov family, will you? That way, we’ll be free to live our lives without your pathetic presence hanging around. You owe it to us, orphan.”

Her words were a dagger, twisting deep. My chest tightened painfully as I gasped for air, my hands clutching at the fabric over my heart as if trying to hold it together. Everything felt like it was shattering, breaking beyond repair. The betrayal, the lies—my own sister. How had I been so blind?

Tears streamed down my face, uncontrollable now, as I stood there, feeling like my entire world was crashing down. “You... you both ruined me,” I choked out. “I gave you everything.”

Clinton just scoffed, his eyes cold and detached. “You’ll get over it, Vicky. You always do.”

But I wasn’t sure if I ever could.

“How dare you!” I screamed, my voice breaking as I swung my bag at him, tears already blurring my vision. He caught my wrists with a brutal grip, forcing me back. I lost my footing, hitting the cold floor hard.

Marianne’s cruel laughter echoed through the room. "Aww… begging my fiancé to make you his sidepiece? How pathetic." She snapped a picture, her phone angled like I was some trophy of her victory.

I forced myself to look away, my eyes burning with shame, humiliation swirling through me. My heart ached, each beat reminding me of the betrayal in front of me.

"You’re nothing but a worthless boyfriend stealer," Marianne hissed, her voice dripping with venom. Clinton laughed beside her, his mocking gaze cutting through me like I was nothing but garbage.

“Get out of my sight!” she screamed, picking up a glass and drenching me in water and smoothies, the icy liquid soaking into my skin. My body shivered, but it was the coldness of their cruelty that made me feel frozen in place.

"Victoria, get out already!" Clinton snarled, his foot connecting with my side as he kicked me away. Pain shot through my body, but the physical hurt was nothing compared to the ache in my heart.

They laughed, both of them, their laughter sharp and cruel. I could hear the clicks of their phones, recording my misery like it was some kind of entertainment. My skin burned with humiliation, my face hot with tears I couldn't hold back.

Marianne leaned in close, her voice like poison in my ear. "You look so pathetic. Everyone's going to see what a loser you are."

I scrambled to my feet, my dress clinging to my soaked skin. I couldn’t even look at them. My heart was pounding, and I just needed to get out of there. I rushed to my car, my breath coming in ragged gasps, the world blurring from the tears that wouldn't stop.

I slid into the driver’s seat, my hands shaking so bad I could barely start the engine. My dress was ruined, my heart shattered, and my eyes burned from crying. As I sped away, the laughter and taunts still echoed in my ears, the reality of what had just happened sinking deeper with every mile.

I felt like my whole world had just crumbled. And all I could do was drive.

“No! No! No!” I screamed, gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. The car swerved slightly, and I could barely focus on the road. "Concrete... You have to…the road... my hands... they're shaking!" My voice trembled, and I gasped for air, trying to keep control.

“Ahhh!” I let out a broken cry, my vision blurring with more tears. “Why?! Why me?!” My chest felt tight, and my breath came in short, desperate gasps. I slammed my fist against the steering wheel, sobbing uncontrollably. The pressure in my chest was unbearable, like I was drowning in my own pain.

The car jerked to the side as I pulled over, unable to drive any further. My whole body was shaking, tears streaming down my face as I pounded the steering wheel again. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this!” I wailed, my voice raw and cracking. I leaned my head back against the seat, crying so hard I could barely breathe.

I pressed the pedal to the floor, my heartbeat matching the engine's roar as I hurtled toward the bridge. The dark water below promised an escape. An end.

But then my phone rang. Once. Twice.

I clenched the wheel, refusing to look. Nothing could stop me now.

On the third ring, I glanced down, the name Unknown flashing on the screen.

And then came the text.

"I’m watching you. Don’t even think about it."

My blood ran cold.

I slammed the brakes.

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clarissadebs
Intriguing storyline I love it. The Characters are dope and the writing style and pacing of the book is literally fire .........
2025-01-19 03:35:40
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Nooriva
Thank you so much for reading my book! Your support means the world to me. I am incredibly grateful to each and every one of you who took the time to dive into this story. Your feedback, encouragement, and passion for the characters and plot have made this journey so much more rewarding. I couldn’t
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lennywrites2
We should at least expect Two Or Three chapters everyday ...
2025-01-12 07:37:00
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lennywrites2
It is interesting. yes! For me I think there's no idea introducing the Fl family and ML being so stupidly possessive and sweet. side Characters are well developed. why did Olivia die? Luciano was a really asshole and got Christopher..... ahhh. his Betrayal wasn't worth it.
2025-01-12 07:36:24
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Lightslay
The Story is interesting. There's growth within the characters. also can we talk about how The FL is confused on what she wants and still loves him or lust after the ML. however, the Book is interesting. I'm still reading though
2025-01-12 07:33:31
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Lina Mendoza
is the book updated everyday
2025-01-11 14:18:48
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Luciana Rielle
it just gets better
2024-12-18 03:41:45
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Lightslay
Wow...This is really interesting. Although Vincenzo is purely mad I adore him so much. Red flags male lead are my thing ...
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Luciana Rielle
very intriguing
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Cherry
Female lead suffering from I-hate-you-but-my-body-is-betraying-me-syndrome.
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Shattered Love
Victoria WashingtonHe wasn't coming.I could feel it in my bones. The hour was late, the candles on the table had burned down to nothing but stubs. My phone was still dead silent. The waitress's eyes lingered on me too long, giving me that sympathetic look, the one reserved for the pathetic girl who had been sitting alone for hours waiting. My fingers hovered over my phone, the screen still blank. No calls, no texts. Nothing.Today of all days—my birthday.I stood up slowly, my legs stiff from sitting too long, my heart heavier with each second that passed. I had dressed up for him. For us. Now I looked like a fool.I stepped out of the restaurant, the air biting against my skin like ice. I couldn’t cry, not here. Not in public. But the tears were close. Too close.Maybe something happened to him. Maybe there’s an explanation.Maybe…I swallowed the lies I was feeding myself, my mind too exhausted to believe them. I just wanted to go home. Sleep. Forget this night ever happened.But
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Married To A Stranger
"You can't do that!" I glared at my father, my heart filled with anger. After everything I explained to him, he still chose to side with his precious biological daughter, Marianne. "Why? Why did you even adopt me if you were going to treat me like this?" I shouted, tears streaming down my face."Victoria, you're doing this for the family. Think of it as paying back for all the food, the credit cards, the house—everything we've given you," my father said, his voice cold and indifferent. I gasped in disbelief."Payback? Is that all I am to you? A debt you need to settle? Fine, I'm just an orphan you brought in to clear your conscience. But what about Clifton and Marianne? How long has this been going on? They're getting married tomorrow, and no one—no one told me!""Were you blind?" My mother's voice cut through, and I turned to face her. She was dressed in a sleek red gown, her hair styled perfectly, as if none of this chaos affected her. "How pathetic were you to think Clinton would s
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The Devil's Promise
"Keep a straight face and smile, Victoria!" Mother glared at me as I stepped out of the car.We had been on the road for the past hour before arriving at St. Louis Catholic Church, the largest church in Russia. There was something powerful about it."Yes, Ma'am," I replied, walking inside while some maids helped with my gown. Since it was a small family wedding, I didn’t expect many people—just the Washingtons and the Volkovs.As soon as the big doors opened, my heart started racing like it would jump out of my chest. I was trembling with fear, each step feeling heavy and forced.To my right, I noticed men in black suits. They looked dangerous, and something told me I shouldn’t cross them.The church's grand interior was dimly lit, with soft light shining through the stained glass, casting shadows on the pews. I could feel my pulse in my throat, and my breathing became uneven as I kept moving forward.The Washingtons and Volkovs sat on either side of the aisle, their faces unreadable.
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Broken Ties
VINCENZO VOLKOV ;"Enough of this!" I shouted, pacing back and forth in my father’s office. The one thing I hate about the Volkov family is how they expect you to follow their footsteps, even if you don’t fit."Calm down, Vee," my twin brother Lorenzo said, and I scoffed, running my hands through my hair."Do you have no respect for me? Your father!" Don Roberto, my father, yelled, but I smirked, knowing I had no love left for him after what he did. He made me let go of the only person I ever loved."What is going on here? Have you lost your mind? Tell me!" My older brother, the one I sometimes wished I was as tough as, demanded. He was the perfect son, always following the family rules. My father pretended not to play favorites, but Nikolai always got 70% of everything, including the most powerful mafia organization, the Bravata."Tell him, Don! I don’t want any of this!" I said, frustration boiling inside me. Why couldn’t they just let me be? Why must I follow in their footsteps?"D
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A Grip Of Fear
VICTORIA WASHINGTON ;We arrived at an expensive villa after Vincenzo had to gather himself. I had never seen anyone as grouchy as him. He smoked for about an hour when we parked in the middle of nowhere. He didn’t seem to care that a woman was with him. I mean, what if something had happened to me?His family was warm to me, which made me wonder why they had said such things to him. I could see from his eyes that he was broken. A part of me hated the fact that I couldn’t do anything for him. I followed him like a lost puppy, never leaving his side."Are you going to stand there and watch me change? And now I’m beginning to wonder if you were sent by my family!" Before I could process what he meant, he was already approaching me, as if he wanted to kill me. The look on his face was familiar—my adopted parents had that look, and Marianne had the same expression whenever she saw me. Hatred—that was the look he had while staring at me."I can leave if you want me to. I just thought I cou
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First Mission Plan
VINCENZO VOLKOV ;By five in the morning, I was already up, going through my usual routine before heading downstairs. What I didn’t expect was to find Victoria sprawled out on the couch, fast asleep. She looked almost childlike, curled into herself as if trying to disappear into the cushions.Her dress, if you could even call it that, had ridden up so high that half of her bare skin was exposed. I paused, narrowing my eyes. What kind of stunt was this?I moved toward her slowly, making sure not to wake her—though I wasn’t sure why I cared. I tugged the dress down, covering her with a blanket. Then I sat down on the nearby couch, watching her. The thought crossed my mind—I could end her right now. Strangle her without a sound, and no one would question it. No one would dare. Except, maybe, Nikolai."Wake up!" I barked, launching a slipper straight at her head. She groaned and stirred, yawning loudly as she stretched out like she didn’t have a care in the world.A small knife tumbled f
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Empty
VICTORIA WASHINGTON ;I felt a warmth settle inside me, so comforting that a small smile tugged at my lips. The only reason to wake up at all was my growing hunger. I licked my lips, already imagining the taste of a delicious chicken wrap.“Get up!” A sharp kick to my rear sent me tumbling onto the cold floor. I winced as I scrambled to my feet, only to meet Vincenzo’s furious glare.“If you’re going to play housewife, at least try doing something…” His voice was icy as I slowly stood up.This man had a knack for ruining my peace.“Well, it’s not that late, is it? Stop acting like a child,” I retorted with an exaggerated eye roll. He scoffed.“Not that late? It’s past noon. And would you care to explain why I found you passed out on the couch in the villa with a knife under my pillow? What the hell were you thinking, some sort of safety precaution?”"Well, if you were in my shoes, you would have done the same thing. I thought maybe you were part of some kind of cult... you know, killi
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Stupid Law
VICTORIA WASHINGTON ; I watched the maid bow her head, her eyes downcast as she delivered the news. "I'm sorry, but you can't have breakfast once the time has passed. It's the law, and I can't go against it."Frustration bubbled inside me. "What kind of law is that?!" I exclaimed, feeling my anger rise. “Are you serious? Do you want me to die of hunger? What kind of person makes such a ridiculous rule?”I threw my hands up in disbelief, my voice echoing through the hallway. "Vincenzo!! Do you want me to starve? What kind of monster makes laws like this?!"The maid flinched at my outburst, looking even more nervous. I could see her trying to keep her composure, but I didn’t care. I was tired of this absurdity. How could anyone think it was acceptable to enforce such a stupid rule?"Do you have any idea how insane this is?" I continued, my frustration spilling over. "I'm not asking for a five-course meal, just something to eat! Is that too much to ask for?"The maid's silence only fuel
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No Escape
VINCENZO VOLKOV Who's your boss? Are you going to tell me, or should I find out myself?" I asked, holding the red-hot knife in my hand.The man shook his head, tears streaming down his face as he screamed. The knife burned his hand, blood splattering onto my face. I didn’t care.I grabbed his face and pulled him closer. With one quick slice, I cut off his ear. I made sure he saw it with his one good eye."Go to hell!" he spat through clenched teeth, sweat mixing with the blood on his body.I crouched in front of him, gripping his chin hard. "Who sent you to my warehouse?" My voice was calm, but the threat was clear.His swollen lips trembled, but he stayed silent. I pressed the tip of my knife into his leg, just enough to make him scream."Talk," I growled. "Was this your idea, or did your boss put you up to it?"He gasped for air but I didn’t let up. I grabbed his hair, pulling his head back. "Who. Is. Your. Boss?""Please… please… I-I can't—""You can’t? Or you won’t?" I slid the k
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ANXIOUS
VICTORIA WASHINGTON I exhaled deeply, standing up and running my fingers through my hair. I couldn’t skip lunch—I hadn’t even had breakfast.No matter how hard I tried to calm myself, my heartbeat only quickened. I was terrified of what might happen next.If what Vincenzo said was true, I was in serious trouble—no, I was at a dead end. Once I returned from lunch, I would do some research on the Mafia and see if there was any connection to him or if he was just playing mind games with me.As I descended the stairs, I stared down the length of the dining room. Four maids bustled about in the corner, while five bodyguards stood watch, their presence both imposing and unsettling.I walked cautiously toward the dining table, careful not to trip or glance around—those men scared me to death.“Come sit,” Vincenzo said, tapping his lap. My lips parted slightly as I looked from him to his lap and back to his face.He couldn’t be serious, could he?I moved closer, shivering, praying this would
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