“Five million dollars may have bought my chains, but it didn’t buy my loyalty — and it definitely didn’t buy my heart. I never dreamed my life would come down to a transaction of five million dollars. But my father’s betrayal puts me at the mercy of Adrian Costa, the ruthless Sicilian, head of Cosa Nostra whose name makes the mafia world quake with fear. Including me. He bought me in an auction saying he saved me, but did he? He is dark and dangerous, more dangerous because I have done underhanded work against him using my hacker identity, CIPHER. I swear that I will escape his gilded cage. Each of our battles ignites a deadly game of power and lust, while resisting him might just cost me everything. As secrets unravel and Adrian’s enemies close in, I find myself faced with the ultimate dilemma: Will I fight for my freedom, or will the king I hate become the one man I cannot live without? # Mafia Dark Romance #18+ And the novel contains triggering content. #Hacker Female Lead and Italian Mafia Lord # Touch her you die # He falls first #Fast Paced #Strong FL and ML #A Not so cute Pet (Oh he is cute. Don't go by his looks) #HEA
View MoreHe didn’t bother coming after me to the balcony. Now I understand why. The mansion was built on a cliff surrounded by sea. The only way out of the mansion was the way we came in from.Mother fker.I’m not jumping from here, I have revenge to take… from everyone who bid for me at the auction, the fat guy whose hand he chopped.MarkelLorenzo.And him who bought me…I came back to the room, meeting his knowing eyes as I picked the coat off the floor, covered myself again and sat down at the desk.Big blue eyes glared at me, “That was your attempt one. Next attempt I’ll throw you in Ghost’s dungeon.”“You cannot keep me here forever.”“Let’s make one thing clear,” he grabbed my ankle and lifted it. “You belong to me now. That means you follow my rules.”“And if I don’t?”I bit my lips as he pressed around the deep cut on my sole.“Then you’ll learn why no one defies me.” The servant knocked on the door and came with a bowl of warm water and towels. “How did this happen?”I tucked the c
Adrian’s pov“W-Why my hands? Do you have an obsession with chopping hands?”Her instinct was clearly to refuse because of what happened at the auction. Can’t exactly blame her.Reluctantly, she held out her hands, trembling. I sliced through the ropes, my blade cutting cleanly, exposing the angry red marks on her pale skin.“You’re not tied anymore,” I said, rubbing the red marks. “But don’t mistake that for freedom. You run, and I’ll find you. And next time, I won’t be lenient.”She glared at me, “Lenient? That’s what you call cutting off someone’s hand?”“Would you rather I left you at the auction where a fat old man would have taken you to his bed tonight?”Her voice trembled with anger, “I didn’t ask for your protection. I didn’t ask for any of this! I was supposed to leave the house and embrace my new identity and freedom.”No, she didn’t ask for any of it. But this was mafia. We don’t run by morals because everything we do was forced by the evil this world demands. But she made
Three days Before AuctionElenaAs I walk through the house one last time, the lack of Lorenzo's slurred yelling and clinking bottles filled me with serenity. It had been a peaceful week without his constant inebriated rants and violent outbursts.A week where I’m not beaten and slept in peace.He had left a note on the kitchen counter, pretending to have an important "business" to attend to. Yet I knew the reality - he was away on his annual mafia cruise, indulging in women, gambling, power games and attempting to cling to the world that had forgotten him long back. Seeing him desperately hold onto this fleeting delusion merely made me pity him more.And me?I was nearly freed.My heart raced as I retrieved my duffel bag from my bedroom. Inside held everything I required to escape my old life and start again: fake identities, encrypted backup drives, and stacks of cash I withdrew that morning and cards. My other persona- CIPHER, a notorious hacker and genius which helped me accumulat
Ten days before auctionELENA“You know what your problem is, Elena?” His voice was rough. “You’ve got no ambition. None. Look at you—what are you even good for, huh?”I didn’t flinch. Not anymore. Instead, I let my eyes wander to the chipped paint on the wall behind him. This house—this life—was falling apart in slow motion in front of me.I watched the morning light stream in through the cracked window, illuminating the dining room in all its neglected glory. Dust clung to the surface of the table like it belonged there, a permanent resident of the De Luca estate.Lorenzo De Luca, my father, sat slumped in his chair, legs on the table, his robe barely tied over his sunken chest, his hair sticking up in greasy tufts. A half-empty glass of whiskey dangled from his fingers, and his eyes, bloodshot and bleary, narrowed on me as if my very existence was offensive.I sat across from him, hands folded neatly in my lap, dressed in my usual modest blouse and slacks. To anyone watching, I was
Present DayELENAThe heavy iron chains clanked against the polished marble floor, announcing my arrival. I refused to let them see the fear that gnawed at my stomach as they led me towards the stage. My wrists were raw and sore from the rope binding them, but I held my head high. They could take everything else from me, but not my pride.As I was shoved onto the stage, a blinding spotlight hit me like a blow. It illuminated every inch of the flimsy, lacey fabric draping over my body, leaving nothing to the imagination. The wolves in the audience snickered and hooted, their cruel laughter ringing through the vast room.But I stood tall and defiant, letting them look all they wanted. Deep down, I promised myself that one day, I would make each and every one of them pay for this humiliation.“Gentlemen, feast your eyes on the rarest of treasures!” the auctioneer announced, his voice oily and theatrical. “Elena De Luca—daughter of the infamous Lorenzo De Luca. A feisty virgin. A perfec
Present DayELENAThe heavy iron chains clanked against the polished marble floor, announcing my arrival. I refused to let them see the fear that gnawed at my stomach as they led me towards the stage. My wrists were raw and sore from the rope binding them, but I held my head high. They could take everything else from me, but not my pride.As I was shoved onto the stage, a blinding spotlight hit me like a blow. It illuminated every inch of the flimsy, lacey fabric draping over my body, leaving nothing to the imagination. The wolves in the audience snickered and hooted, their cruel laughter ringing through the vast room.But I stood tall and defiant, letting them look all they wanted. Deep down, I promised myself that one day, I would make each and every one of them pay for this humiliation.“Gentlemen, feast your eyes on the rarest of treasures!” the auctioneer announced, his voice oily and theatrical. “Elena De Luca—daughter of the infamous Lorenzo De Luca. A feisty virgin. A perfec...
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