CEO's Affair is a gripping tale of love, betrayal, and survival set against the dark, high-stakes world of the mafia. Isabella "Izzy" Romano is a single mother struggling to pay for life-saving medical treatment for her young daughter. Desperate for work, she takes a job as a waitress at a luxury restaurant, but her world is shattered when a dangerous mob threatens her. The last person she ever expects to save her is Dante Vieri, her former boyfriend turned ruthless mafia boss. Once a man who promised to protect her, Dante now demands that Izzy become his mistress in exchange for his protection. Trapped by her circumstances and the dangerous world Dante now rules, Izzy reluctantly agrees. As she is pulled deeper into his shadowy empire, old feelings of resentment and lingering passion resurface, forcing her to confront the man he has become and the man she once knew. The stakes escalate when Izzy’s long-held secret—Dante’s daughter—threatens to unravel everything. As the mafia world closes in, Izzy faces a devastating choice: reveal the truth about their child or risk losing everything to the empire that Dante has built. Torn between protecting her family and surviving in Dante's world, Izzy must navigate the blurred lines between love and loyalty, while Dante grapples with his own feelings of guilt and unresolved desire. In CEO's Affair, both Izzy and Dante are forced to confront their pasts, their deepest fears, and their complicated emotions for each other. Can they rebuild the trust and love they once shared, or will the deadly forces of the mafia tear them apart for good?
View MoreChapter 24 The silence that filled the room after the doctor left was suffocating. Izzy remained by Maya’s bedside, her hand still clasped around her daughter’s, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest—each breath a fragile promise that this moment, this life, could slip away at any time. The beeping of the monitors, once a reassuring sign, now felt like a cruel reminder of just how fragile Maya’s life was. Izzy’s heart was breaking, and her world was crashing down around her. Dante stood at the far side of the room, watching her, his posture tense but composed. He hadn’t said anything since the doctor left. But Izzy could feel his presence, a shadow looming over her grief, just as it always had, always would. Her mind raced, trying to find a solution, trying to grasp at anything that might save her daughter. A heart transplant. It sounded like something out of a nightmare. How could her little girl need something so big, so impossible? She couldn’t just stand there and do no
Chapter 23 Izzy’s fingers were still lightly curled around Maya’s hand when the door to the room opened, the soft click of it breaking the heavy silence that had enveloped them. She didn’t look up immediately, too absorbed in the steady rhythm of Maya’s breathing, as though she could somehow will her daughter to wake up, to fight back against the fragile condition that seemed to be threatening her very existence. But then a soft cough broke through her thoughts, and she looked up to see the doctor standing at the foot of Maya’s bed. His expression was grave, and his eyes were filled with the kind of concern that only came when the situation was dire. Izzy felt her heart stop for a moment. The look on the doctor’s face—there was no mistaking it. She braced herself for the worst, but she forced herself to keep her voice steady, to not show the panic clawing at her throat. “Doctor,” she whispered, trying to keep her voice calm. “What’s going on? How is she?” The doctor glanced
Chapter 22 Izzy’s heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled alongside Dante, her body still shaking from the encounter. The adrenaline was wearing off, and the cold reality of what had just happened was starting to sink in. She couldn’t breathe. The fear, the panic—it felt suffocating. She needed answers, needed to understand what was happening before the ground beneath her completely gave way. Dante moved swiftly, his every step deliberate, his expression hard and focused, like a man who had long since accepted that danger and violence were simply part of the world he controlled. He didn’t look at her as they walked down the quiet, dimly lit hallway of the hospital. His eyes were locked straight ahead, his jaw set in a way that told her he was calculating his next move, planning how to neutralize any threats that dared cross him. Izzy, though, couldn’t focus on anything but the question that burned in her mind. The man who had attacked her, who had tried to drag her out of the ho
Chapter 21 Izzy’s pulse raced as the man’s grip tightened on her shoulder, pulling her back into the room with brutal force. Panic surged through her chest. She wasn’t just being dragged into some unknown place—this was something far worse. Dante had warned her: don’t let anything happen to Maya. But now, she was in the crosshairs, and the safety of her daughter seemed more uncertain with each passing second. As the man’s grip threatened to crush her, Izzy swung her body to the side, throwing her elbow back in a desperate bid to break free. But her attacker was too quick, too strong. He slammed her into the wall with a force that rattled her teeth, the wind knocked out of her. The world spun around her, the edges of her vision blurring as the pain shot through her skull. The cold, empty silence of the hospital seemed to mock her, amplifying the dread creeping into her chest. The sterile white walls, the clean, sharp corners, all felt suffocating now—like a trap closing in on her.
Chapter 20 The hospital room was quiet, save for the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor beside Maya's bed. Izzy sat at her daughter’s side, her fingers gently stroking Maya’s hair, her thoughts lost in a haze of worry and exhaustion. The sterile smell of antiseptic and the soft murmur of nurses outside the room felt almost surreal, as if the world outside this sterile hospital bubble didn’t exist. But then, the sharp buzz of Dante’s phone shattered the fragile calm. He had been sitting in a chair just outside the room, his posture rigid, his eyes occasionally flicking toward Izzy as if checking to make sure she was still there. His entire demeanor had shifted after he’d made his commands about Maya’s care, though he rarely spoke of his daughter’s condition. He let his actions speak for him. Dante’s phone vibrated again, more insistently this time. Without taking his eyes off the door, he pulled the phone from his pocket and answered. "Talk to me," he said, his voice low, almost t
Chapter 19 The silence that filled the hospital corridor was almost deafening. Izzy stood next to Dante, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, the weight of his words settling heavily over her like a shroud. "For now, you need to take care of Maya until she’s okay." Dante’s voice was low, commanding. There was no room for disagreement, no hesitation in his tone. He wasn’t asking—he was telling her what needed to be done. Izzy swallowed hard, her mind racing. Take care of Maya? Of course, that’s what she’d been doing all along. But now... now it felt different. She wasn’t just a mother desperate to protect her child anymore. Now she was part of Dante’s world again, drawn into his orbit with a job, a role, a responsibility that she wasn’t sure she was prepared for. But there was no time to think about that. Maya was in surgery, and every minute that passed felt like an eternity. Every moment in this sterile, quiet hospital felt like the calm before the storm. Dante glanced at
Chapter 18 The sterile hum of the hospital seemed to fade into the background as Izzy walked alongside Dante through the hospital's hallways, her mind focused on one thing: Maya’s medical bills. She had been silent for most of the ride here, not wanting to voice her worries, but now, with Maya in surgery, she couldn’t ignore the reality any longer. The bills were piling up faster than she could ever afford to pay. It wasn’t just the cost of the surgery. It was the aftercare, the specialists, the constant monitoring—Maya needed care for the long term, and there was no way Izzy could cover all of it on her own. Not in her current situation. Izzy had thought about it for hours, sitting in the waiting room while Maya was being prepared for surgery. Dante might be a mafia boss, a man with more power and resources than she could count, but one thing was certain—he controlled everything. Including the money that could save Maya’s life. And right now, Izzy needed that money. She needed a
Chapter 17 The drive to the hospital was silent. Dante sat in the back of his black SUV, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the leather seat, his mind running through the possible scenarios in rapid succession. His gaze was fixed on the darkened streets outside, the city lights flickering like dying stars. His thoughts were far from the quiet night; they were focused on his daughter, on Maya. Izzy sat beside him, her hands folded in her lap, her gaze fixed ahead. There was tension between them, a thick, unspoken barrier of distrust, but there was also something else—something fragile. They had both agreed, in their own ways, that today wasn’t about them. It was about Maya. Dante could feel Izzy's nervousness beside him, her tension radiating off her, but he didn’t address it. The hospital wasn’t the place for conversation. It wasn’t the place for weakness. His mind stayed locked on Maya. He hadn’t been able to shake the image of her small frame in that room earlier, sitting
Chapter 16 Dante sat in his study, the heavy oak desk before him a barrier between his thoughts and the world outside. The mansion was eerily quiet, the silence pressing in on him from all sides. He had always been comfortable in silence—comfortable in control—but tonight, the quiet felt suffocating. His mind raced, the same thoughts circling over and over again. Maya. His daughter. She was sick—fading before his eyes—and there was nothing he could do except stand by and watch as the clock ticked down. He gripped the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning white with the tension that had coiled inside him. His heart was racing, but it wasn’t out of fear for his own life. No, Dante wasn’t afraid of death. But the thought of losing her—his daughter, his flesh and blood—was the one thing that terrified him more than anything else. He had power. More than anyone could ever imagine. He ruled an empire built on fear, violence, and money. He was the Mafia boss, feared and respected in eve
Chapter 1 The neon lights outside flickered, casting a cold, harsh glow on the small diner’s windows. The hum of the refrigerator and the clinking of plates created a dull backdrop to the quiet desperation that weighed heavily on Isabella "Izzy" Romano. She had always prided herself on keeping her head down and her heart even lower, but tonight, her world felt like it was about to crumble into pieces. Behind the counter, the bill for her daughter’s medical treatment sat like an anchor in her pocket—an unyielding reminder of the life she couldn’t escape. Maya, her four-year-old daughter, needed a series of tests and treatments that Izzy could barely afford, no matter how many hours she worked. The insurance didn’t cover it. The world didn’t care. Izzy had hoped this job at Caruso’s, a greasy spoon diner tucked away on the edge of town, would be temporary. A few extra shifts, maybe—just enough to make it through the week. But as the days turned into weeks, the mounting pressure made
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