Evelyn "Evie" Moretti never wanted to be part of the mafia world. The daughter of a disgraced underboss, she’s spent her life dreaming of freedom—a life far away from the violence and betrayal that destroyed her family. But when her father’s debts to the powerful Romano crime family spiral out of control, Evie is forced to pay the price: an arranged marriage to Don Alessandro "Alessio" Romano, the ruthless and enigmatic head of the Romano family. Alessio is as cold as he is handsome, a man shrouded in darkness and driven by a thirst for revenge. From the moment Evie meets him, it’s clear that their marriage is no love story. It’s a transaction, a way to settle a debt and secure power. But as Evie is thrust into Alessio’s world of luxury, danger, and deceit, she begins to realize that there’s more to their union than meets the eye. Alessio harbours a deep hatred for her family, and his cruelty toward her is both calculated and personal. As Evie struggles to survive in her new life, she uncovers shocking secrets about her family’s past—and Alessio’s true motives for marrying her. Betrayed at every turn, she must navigate a treacherous web of lies, power struggles, and forbidden desires. But the more she learns, the more she questions who she can trust—and whether she can resist the dangerous pull of the man who holds her captive in every way. Bound by Blood and Betrayal is a dark, emotional mafia romance filled with twists, tension, and a love that burns as fiercely as it destroys. Can Evie find a way to escape Alessio’s grip, or will she lose herself in the shadows of his world?
Lihat lebih banyakEvelyn
The sound of my father's voice echoed through the empty hallway, sharp and desperate. I paused outside his study, my hand hovering over the doorknob. I wasn't supposed to be here. He'd made that clear the last time I'd interrupted one of his "business meetings." But something about the way he was speaking, frantic, almost pleading-made me stay. "I'll pay you back," he said, his voice trembling. "I just need more time." I pressed my ear to the door, my heart pounding. Who was he talking to? And why did he sound so afraid? "Time?" a cold, unfamiliar voice replied. "You've had enough time, Marco. The debt is due. And if you can't pay it, I'll take what's mine." I froze. The voice was calm, almost bored, but there was an edge to it that sent a shiver down my spine. I didn't need to see the man to know he was dangerous. "Please," my father begged. "I'll do anything. Just don't-" "Anything?" the man interrupted, his tone sharp. "Then you'll give me your daughter." My breath caught in my throat. No. He couldn't mean me. He couldn't. "Evie?" my father said, his voice barely a whisper. "But she's just a girl. She has nothing to do with this." "She's the only thing of value you have left," the man replied. "Either you give her to me, or I take everything. Your business. Your home. Your life. The choice is yours." I stumbled back from the door, my mind racing. This couldn't be happening. My father wouldn't- he couldn't- agree to this. But deep down, I knew the truth. He'd already made his choice. The door swung open, and I came face-to-face with the man who'd just sealed my fate. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a sharp jawline that looked like it had been carved from stone. His dark eyes swept over me, cold and calculating, as if I were nothing more than a piece of property. "Evie," my father said, his voice shaking. "This is Don Alessandro Romano. He's... he's here to help us." I wanted to laugh. Help us? This man wasn't here to help. He was here to take. Alessio stepped closer, his gaze never leaving mine. "You'll come with me," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Tonight." I shook my head, my throat tight. "No. I won't." He tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "You don't have a choice." I looked at my father, hoping he'd say something-anything-to stop this. But he just stood there, his eyes downcast, his hands trembling at his sides. He couldn't even look at me. "Pack your things," Alessio said, turning away. "We leave in an hour." I wanted to scream. To fight. To run. But I knew it wouldn't make a difference. In this world, men like Alessio always got what they wanted. And right now, he wanted me. I stormed up the stairs to my room, my hands clenched into fists. My mind was a whirlwind of anger, fear, and disbelief. How could my father do this? How could he just hand me over to a stranger like I was some kind of bargaining chip? I threw open the door to my room and leaned against it, trying to catch my breath. The walls around me felt like they were closing in, the weight of what was happening crushing me. I glanced around at the familiar space with soft pink walls, the bookshelf overflowing with novels, and the window that looked out over the garden. This was my sanctuary, the one place where I could escape from the chaos of my family's world. But now, even that was being taken from me. I grabbed a suitcase from the closet and began throwing clothes into it, my movements frantic and uncoordinated. I didn't know what to pack. I didn't know where I was going or how long I'd be gone. All I knew was that my life as I knew it was over. A knock at the door made me freeze. I turned to see my father standing there, his face pale and drawn. He looked like he'd aged ten years in the past few hours. "Evie," he said softly, stepping into the room. "I'm sorry." "Sorry?" I spat, my voice trembling with anger. "You're sorry? You just sold me to a mob boss, and all you can say is you're sorry?" He flinched, but he didn't deny it. "I didn't have a choice," he said, his voice breaking. "If I didn't agree, he would have killed me. He would have destroyed everything." "And what about me?" I demanded, tears stinging my eyes. "Did you even stop to think about what this would do to me? Did you even care?" "Of course, I care," he said, reaching out to touch my arm. I jerked away, not wanting his comfort. Not now. "But this is the only way to protect you. To protect our family." "Protect me?" I laughed bitterly. "You're sending me to live with a man who terrifies you. How is that protecting me?" He didn't have an answer for that. He just stood there, staring at me with a look of helpless guilt that made me want to scream. "Get out," I said, my voice low and shaking. "Just... get out." He hesitated for a moment, then turned and left, closing the door softly behind him. I sank down onto the bed, my legs giving out beneath me. The tears came then, hot and uncontrollable, as the reality of my situation sank in. I didn't know what Alessio wanted from me. I didn't know what kind of life awaited me in his world. But one thing was clear: I was no longer in control of my own destiny. As I stood there, numb and helpless, Alessio paused at the door and glanced back at me. "One more thing," he said, his voice like ice. "Don't think about running. If you do, I'll make sure your father pays the price." And with that, he was gone, leaving me alone in the silence of the hallway. My future life is no longer my own. And the worst part? I had no idea what Alessio Romano had planned for me.AlessioEvelyn stood in front of me, her back pressed against the bedroom wall, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and defiance. The crushed tracking device glinted in my palm, a silent accusation. She thought she’d outsmarted me. She thought I hadn’t noticed. Foolish girl.“Care to explain?” I asked, my voice cold and measured. She lifted her chin, her hands trembling but her voice steady. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I stepped closer, crowding her against the wall. The scent of her—lavender and something sharper, like defiance—filled the space between us. “Lying to me is a mistake, Evelyn. One you can’t afford.” She didn’t flinch. “I’m not lying.” I smirked, though the anger simmering beneath my skin threatened to crack my calm. “You’ve been in the hidden room. You’ve read Victor’s journal. You’ve even dragged my sister into your little rebellion. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” Her breath hitched, but she held my gaze. “If you knew, why didn’t you st
Evelyn Sofia grabbed my arm, her grip tight. “We need to go. Now.” I didn’t argue. We slipped out of the hidden room, leaving the journal and photos scattered on the desk. Alessio’s footsteps echoed faintly down the hall, growing quieter as we hurried in the opposite direction. The estate felt like a maze in the dark, every shadow threatening to reveal a guard or a trap. Sofia led me through a servants’ stairwell and into the empty kitchen, her movements silent and precise. We didn’t speak until we reached my bedroom, the door locked securely behind us. Sofia collapsed into the armchair by the window, her breath uneven. I leaned against the door, my hands trembling as I pulled the folded pages I’d stolen from the journal out of my pocket. “What is that?” Sofia asked, her eyes narrowing. “A map,” I said, smoothing the paper on the bed. It was hand-drawn, with cryptic symbols marking a location near the docks. “Victor hid it in the journal. Do you recognize it?” Sofia studi
Evelyn Maria stood in the doorway, the gun in her hand glinting in the dim light of the hidden room. Her expression was unreadable, but her eyes—sharp and calculating—locked onto mine. “You shouldn’t be here,” she said, her voice calm but laced with menace. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. “Maria… what are you doing?” She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. “I could ask you the same question. Snooping around where you don’t belong. Did you really think no one would notice?” I glanced at the journal in my hands, then back at her. “I was just… curious.” “Curiosity can be dangerous,” she said, her tone icy. “Especially in this house.” She walked closer, the gun still trained on me. My mind raced, searching for a way out, but the room was small, and the only exit was blocked by Maria. “Give me the journal,” she said, her voice firm. I hesitated, clutching the journal tighter. “Why? What’s in it that you don’t want me to see?” Her eyes narrowed. “You don
Evelyn I sat on the edge of my bed, the photograph Sofia had given me clutched tightly in my hands. My father’s face stared back at me, his smile frozen in time. Beside him stood Victor Romano, Alessio’s uncle, his expression unreadable. What had happened between them? And why had it led to Victor’s death? I tucked the photo under my mattress and stood, my mind racing. Sofia’s warning echoed in my head: “If Alessio thinks you know something, he’ll stop at nothing to get it out of you.” But I couldn’t just sit here and wait for answers. I had to find them myself. The estate was eerily quiet as I slipped out of my room and into the hallway. The guards were stationed at the main entrances, but the interior of the house was deserted at this hour. I made my way to Alessio’s study, my heart pounding with every step. The study was exactly as I’d left it—neat, orderly, and filled with the faint scent of whiskey and leather. I walked over to the desk and ran my fingers along the edge,
Evelyn I sat in the study, my hands trembling as I clutched the hoodie. Alessio's words echoed in my head, each one a reminder of the power he held over me. "You're the key to your father. And if you want to survive, you'll help me find him." But how could I help him? I didn't even know where my father was. And even if I did, could I really betray him? The door creaked open, and I looked up to see Sofia stepping inside. She closed the door behind her and walked over to the desk, her expression unreadable. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft. I shook my head, my throat tight. "No." She sighed and sat down in the chair across from me, her green eyes filled with something I couldn't quite place. "Alessio can be... difficult. But he's not as cruel as he seems." I laughed bitterly. "Really? Was that supposed to make me feel better?." She didn't respond, her gaze dropping to the floor. "Why are you helping me?" I asked, my voice trembling. She looked up at me, her
Alessio The door creaked open, and I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the dark room. Evelyn was there, her back pressed against the wall, her eyes wide with fear. She looked like a cornered animal, ready to bolt at any moment. "Evelyn," I said, my voice steady but edged with authority. "You shouldn't have run." She didn't respond, her hands trembling as she clutched the hoodie Maria had given her. I moved closer, each step deliberate, my presence filling the room like a storm cloud. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" I asked, my tone sharp enough to cut through the tension. "If my sister was dumb enough to help you escape, are you as dumb as her?." She shook her head, her eyes flickering with a mix of fear and defiance. "Your father ran," I said, my words clipped. "And now, you've run too. Do you know what that looks like to me?" She stayed silent, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "It looks like guilt," I said, closing the distance between us. "Like you're hidi
Evelyn I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the gun on the table. My hands were still trembling, my mind racing. Alessio's words echoed in my head, each one a reminder of the power he held over me. "You either learn to defend yourself or you die." But I didn't want to learn. I didn't want to be part of this world. I just wanted to escape. The sound of footsteps outside my door made me freeze. I stood, my heart pounding, and walked over to the window. The guards were patrolling the grounds as usual, their movements sharp and deliberate. But something felt... off. The door creaked open, and I turned to see Maria standing there, her expression tense. "Evie," she whispered, glancing over her shoulder. "You need to come with me. Now." I stared at her, my mind racing. "What's going on?" She stepped inside and closed the door behind her, her voice barely above a whisper. "Your father... he's gone. He ran. And Alessio's men are looking for him." My heart sank. "What does th
Alessio I stood in the shadows of the basement hallway, watching Evelyn through the cracked door. She sat on the floor, her back against the cold stone wall, staring at the gun on the table like it was a venomous snake. Her hands were trembling, her face pale, and for a moment, I almost felt... guilty. Almost. But guilt was a luxury I couldn't afford. Not now. Not when so much was at stake. I turned and walked away, my mind racing. Evelyn was stronger than I'd anticipated-defiant, even in the face of my threats. It was... intriguing. But it was also a problem. If she couldn't follow orders, if she couldn't adapt to this world, then she was a liability. And I didn't have room for liabilities. I made my way to the study, where Sofia was waiting for me. She sat in the armchair by the fireplace, her legs crossed and a glass of wine in her hand. She looked up as I entered, her green eyes narrowing. "Well?" she asked, her tone sharp. "Did she pass your little test?" I walked ov
EvelynThe knock at my door came just after sunset. I'd been sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the untouched tray of food Maria had brought hours earlier. My stomach growled, but the thought of eating made me nauseous. How could I eat when my life had become a prison? The knock came again, sharper this time. I stood, smoothing my hands over my wrinkled dress, and opened the door. Alessio stood there, his expression unreadable. He was dressed in another perfectly tailored suit, this one a deep charcoal grey that made his dark eyes seem even more piercing. He didn't say anything at first; he just stared at me like he was trying to figure me out. "What do you want?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. "Come with me," he said, his tone leaving no room for an argument. I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me to refuse. But the memory of his threats that my father will suffer the consequences is rooted in place. I stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind me, and
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