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Catalina Maria.I still can’t believe it.When Salvador mentioned liking the kiss, I almost thought I misheard him. That means the first time he kissed me on this bed, it wasn’t out of intimidation. It wasn’t to punish me. He wanted to. Is he attracted to me? I could be delusional, but I had to test it.Going to him, standing on my toes—is something I would never do. Not in any situation. I never make the first move, not even when I was dating Lucas. But in that moment, I knew this was my only way out. It was my only chance at testing if this monster of a man bears an attraction to me.It took everything in me to gather the confidence to walk up to him to his sharp, arrogant face. And when I barely brushed his lips for a second, he took charge. That’s when I got scared. That’s why I pulled away. The first time. The second. Even the third. But I can’t forget the way his hand rested on my lower back, the way his fingers pressed into my waist before trailing lower to my bum.I feel like
Last Updated : 2025-03-28Forced Bride of the Mafia King 20
Salvador Silver Mendoza.I know what I saw when I walked in. She didn’t notice me at first—not the moment I entered my own damn closet and found her displayed like a present, waiting for me.The girl I forced into marriage is wearing my shirt—an oversized thing that swallows her small frame but does nothing to hide the heft of her ass as she bends over my watch counter. I always knew, from the way her hips moved that her ass was a handful. But now, I see it for myself—the swell of it, flawless, except for a birthmark the color of a ripe tomato.My eyes are sharp. I don’t miss the black lace thong peeking between her thighs as she shifts, the fabric disappears into the cleft of her body. But even without the details, the image is enough to make a man release.Then she notices me.The devastation on her face is almost amusing especially when I step closer.Catali stutters, hesitates, flounders for an explanation—one that won’t come because she knows, just as I do, that there isn’t a goo
Last Updated : 2025-04-01Forced Bride of the Mafia King 1
Catalina Maria.I let go of my foster dad’s arm and climb the few steps to the altar where Lucas, my fiancé of two years is waiting for me. He is smiling and it’s that stupid, lopsided grin that makes my chest do this annoying fluttery thing. Lucas reaches for my hand as I step up. Through the veil, I see the way his eyes soften. He doesn’t let go of my hand even after I’m up. I chuckle—the crowd chuckles too. This is it. The day I marry my childhood best friend.The priest clears his throat, ready to start the intro of our wedding when a cosmic rumble creeps into the cathedral. At first, it’s faint. Maybe thunder? But no, it’s louder. Closer. Like…engines of powerful cars?Before I turn to see what’s happening, boom—the cathedral doors slam open so hard they practically fly off the hinges. The air explodes with many noises. Engines are roaring, tires are screeching, a rapid pop-pop-pop of gunfire goes through the ceiling. Dust rains down from the ceiling into everyone. Screams bounce
Last Updated : 2025-02-17Forced Bride of the Mafia King 2
Salvador Silver Mendoza.I am Salvador, Don of Maython city.There is no one born of this earth that doesn’t know my name. I've got three brothers and we are collectively known as the Mendoza brothers. Our name spans across the globe—from the furthest of planets to the earth. Together, we control multibillion-dollar stocks, global corporations, oil rigs and the fucking government. At the ripe age of eighteen, I began a few of these ventures after watching my father, the former Don, shape the pillars of this city.When he named me his successor, I was too young by most standards but by the thunders in the heavens, I was ready. From east to west, countless mafias, gang lords, and power-hungry factions in the city united in a futile attempt to take the throne of Don from me. They thought I was an easy target—just an eighteen-year-old boy, too young, too inexperienced to defend or protect it. They believed they could outrun and outnumber me.If only they knew my history, if only they knew
Last Updated : 2025-02-17Forced Bride of the Mafia King 3
Catalina Maria.I have been in the same spot since they brought me to this bedroom. That was last night. I have not moved a limb, nor have I said a word. I’ve just sat here thinking about two things. What Lucas has done and what my life has become.That man… he is the Don of Maython City. The same one people say has a heart of thorns and the fury of a thousand men. Just looking into his eyes, I saw silver shards of something, and from the mannerless rust in his voice, I knew—I was doomed.On my wedding day, the day I thought I would be marrying my childhood best friend and love, I instead became the bride of the wicked Don of the city.A Don is just another title for the god of the city. He controls every gang, every elected governor, every government policy. Bullets and loyalties—those are the laws of a Don. In Maython City, a Don is untouchable. I have heard too many rumors about Salvador. They say he has no heart—not for men, not for women. He hates all equally. Lucas used to speak
Last Updated : 2025-02-17Forced Bride of the Mafia King 4
Salvador Silver Mendoza.“Catali, did you not hear me?” I grind my cigarette into the silver tray.I stare at her and before she answers, I think about that one question that’s been plaguing me: how can innocence and siren exist on the same face? And might I add that her voice is the most haunting thing I have ever heard… she sounds so soft, it is devastating for a man as hard as me.Yesterday was a lot, but her beauty remained consistent regardless of the fact that she was in tears. How do I put this? She has the face of a doe, but her lips set her apart. Her aquiline nose is patterned to be a man’s fall, and the sight I got of her breasts after I mistakenly ripped her cloth was…How do I say I’ve never seen skin like that? Like butter, whipped to white and fluffy. Even now, it has a contrast of shine to it—one that can be only attributed by a living sun, though there’s none here. I can only wonder what her nipples look like; would they be the shade of her lips?Today, she is not in h
Last Updated : 2025-02-21Forced Bride of the Mafia King 5
Catalina Maria.I am pale.What is that heavy feeling on my knee? By the tense clench of his jaw, I know it’s exactly what I fear—it’s not his leg, it is not something thick in his pocket. But the way it shifts, soft at first, then hard against my knee, tells me the truth.It’s his manhood.I squeal in embarrassment and fear. I try to get away, but my movement yanks at my scalp. My breath stutters when I realize my hair is tangled around his necklace."Stay. Fucking. Put." he growls.There is pure terror in my spine so I cannot listen, not when he’s so close—too close—his mouth is just inches from my skin, his body is a wall of scary, tattooed muscle before me. I have to move. I don’t care if my hair ends up being chopped in half. I have a head full of hair, it will grow again.Forbiddingly, in an attempt to find space, my knee just had to center around him again! Salvador grunts, so startled by it that he ends up falling in between my legs. I gasp against his lips.My mouth is still
Last Updated : 2025-02-22Forced Bride of the Mafia King 6
Salvador Silver Mendoza.Catalina.Her name is silk and innocence. I swear, she’s like a veil between good and good. She has a face so pure, so soft, so lithe, and drenched in grace that a man like me cannot help but be curious. When I think of her, it circles back to a dove—every bit of her. That voice she uses to speak, so soft… but imagine it in a moan?I heard her moan. And it struck me like lightning.There’s a ruckus outside, but I pretend it doesn’t concern me.I have work, like every other day—cash books, ledgers, cash flows of each of my businesses. I know no man would dare steal from me, but I still make sure my eyes stay hooked. A pen rests between my teeth, but my groin knows something else entirely.How long has it been since I’ve manned a woman?I can’t even remember. A year? Two? What the hell—I didn’t think it had been that long. I’ve been too caught up in my business. My mining empire, the Silver Dimes, pulls in thousands of diamonds, resold across the globe. It’s not
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Salvador Silver Mendoza.I know what I saw when I walked in. She didn’t notice me at first—not the moment I entered my own damn closet and found her displayed like a present, waiting for me.The girl I forced into marriage is wearing my shirt—an oversized thing that swallows her small frame but does nothing to hide the heft of her ass as she bends over my watch counter. I always knew, from the way her hips moved that her ass was a handful. But now, I see it for myself—the swell of it, flawless, except for a birthmark the color of a ripe tomato.My eyes are sharp. I don’t miss the black lace thong peeking between her thighs as she shifts, the fabric disappears into the cleft of her body. But even without the details, the image is enough to make a man release.Then she notices me.The devastation on her face is almost amusing especially when I step closer.Catali stutters, hesitates, flounders for an explanation—one that won’t come because she knows, just as I do, that there isn’t a goo
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Catalina Maria.I still can’t believe it.When Salvador mentioned liking the kiss, I almost thought I misheard him. That means the first time he kissed me on this bed, it wasn’t out of intimidation. It wasn’t to punish me. He wanted to. Is he attracted to me? I could be delusional, but I had to test it.Going to him, standing on my toes—is something I would never do. Not in any situation. I never make the first move, not even when I was dating Lucas. But in that moment, I knew this was my only way out. It was my only chance at testing if this monster of a man bears an attraction to me.It took everything in me to gather the confidence to walk up to him to his sharp, arrogant face. And when I barely brushed his lips for a second, he took charge. That’s when I got scared. That’s why I pulled away. The first time. The second. Even the third. But I can’t forget the way his hand rested on my lower back, the way his fingers pressed into my waist before trailing lower to my bum.I feel like
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Salvador Mendoza.How do I tell her I want to kiss those pouty lips? That’s not even the question she asked. She wants my trust. My trust. After she tried to run or take some little college test—whichever story is the truth.I have no reason to give her anything but yet here she is, standing in my space with that beautiful face and my favorite food. Something about that combination has me sitting here, actually having a conversation with her, without threats or reminders of who holds the power. Me.She burns under my gaze when I don’t reply. I see it in the way her fingers twitch, like she needs something to hold onto, some kind of leverage against the weight of my silence.“Um—”“You want my trust.” I push off the table, folding my arms as I break the silence. She nods.“Then come here.”I know she’s afraid—of me, of my tattoos, of everything I’ve done. I’ve seen her eyes trace the ink on my skin too many times. Slowly, she steps forward. One. Two. She stops. I flick my fingers, beck
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Catalina Maria.I didn’t wait for him to wake up this morning. The moment I could, I slipped out of his room like a shadow. After last night, there’s no denying it anymore—Salvador is every bit the monster people say he is, and maybe worse. I’ve made myself a silent promise: I won’t defy him again if I can help it.But at least... at least I got to write my test. Small victories, I guess.Still, guilt weighs heavy on me. Diego is the only one who’s treated me like a person in this house. Not a prisoner or a servant. I should’ve told him where I was going. I owe him an apology. I know he must be upset with me, maybe even disappointed.So here I am, scrubbing dishes, folding laundry until my arms are sore, cleaning the vases one by one, letting the hum of work drown out the memory of Salvador’s threat. The image of my family home burning… I can’t shake it. Anything, I’d do anything to not think about it.“There you are…” Rosa startles g me as I tend to flowers. “I’m sure everyone’s bee
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Salvador Silver Mendoza.From the color in her eyes, I know exactly what I am—the nightmare she can’t afford to provoke, yet here she is, doing just that.I scan the room and take my time. The grey-bearded man must be her father. The sour-faced woman clinging to him must be his wife. Then there’s Lucas and his pathetic brother, hovering like flies over rotten fruit. Did they gather here to plot an escape? Perhaps with my diamond in tow?No one speaks. No one dares. Not when their throats has clenched shut against better will.“Salvador, I—” Catalina tries, but I turn my gaze on her, and the words wither on her tongue.“Go outside.” I say.“My daughter is not going with you! I’m calling the cops.” Her father steps up like a dog with no teeth.Bruno chuckles behind me, amused at the man’s bravery—or stupidity.“Your daughter is my wife…” I say, as if explaining the obvious to a child. His mind must be rusted over if he can’t remember.As I study him—and the trembling woman by his side—I
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Catalina Maria. “Goodness, I have a physical test in twenty minutes!” I turn around to face Diego. “I’m going to miss it. It’s a biochemistry test, and I’m going to fail.” I drop the computer mouse from my hand in despair and before I know it, tears are stinging the corners of my eyes. “No, you’re not. Come on.” I look at Diego in confusion as he rummages through his desk. “What are you—” “I’m taking you to the university. University of Malcolm City, right?” My lips part in shock. “Yes… Are you sure? Your brother—won’t he—” “I don’t know what Salvador will do if he realizes I took you but we don’t have time to wonder. So, come on. Unless you’re ready to miss the test and say goodbye to it forever.” He is already moving toward the door, and for a second, I hesitate. But then, the weight of the test—of everything I’ve worked for sets in so I am pushed into motion. I jump up from my chair and rip off my apron. I chase after him through the Mendoza estate’s massive halls. The fa
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Salvador Silver Mendoza. “Why the hell can’t I find Diego in this whole damn house!?” is the question I raise when Sabrina walks in, carrying a few ledgers—the job I pay her to do. Sabrina is…I’ve never quite known what box to put her in. She isn’t a friend, not quite an employee in the traditional sense, and the fact that we had sex once complicates things further. I was drunk. That’s the only excuse I have. I don’t even remember the details, just waking up to her naked beside me with red hair spread over my pillow like flames. And the first word out of my mouth was fuck. That was three years ago. Sabrina’s been working for me for six. Her father was my father’s accountant, so we’ve known each other since we were teenagers. My old man had strict rules—no personal relationships with anyone working for us. Not that it mattered for I was never interested. But Sabrina? She had a crush on me and it was obvious to everyone. I’ve never gone for women below my age. I’ve always preferred
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Catalina Maria."I didn’t mean to break it—""It’s like you don’t mean to do anything, yet you somehow do everything!" he yells.His voice is serpent, but I barely hear it over the sting in my finger. It’s only then that I realize that he's still holding my hand.I try to pull away, but before I can, he tugs me out of the hallway. Salvador’s legs are much longer than mine as I am forced to follow. We reach the kitchen in seconds. He doesn’t say anything, just turns on the tap and pushes my hand under the cool stream of water.I squirm when the water stings my finger. I end up leaning back—straight into him. His body is a wall of heat behind me and with his big arm, he reaches forward and turns off the tap.I retrieve my hand from his calloused ones and cradle it against my chest. When he moves away, I can finally exhale. My heart is still racing from the suddenness of it all. I have broken another thing in his home and I am sure that costs a fortune too.“Bring your finger.” he orders
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Salvador Silver Mendoza. She left me to suffer.Why wouldn’t she? No young woman in her right mind would have stayed, especially after coming face to face with the stroke of my rigidity. Now, in the dim morning light, she sleeps—curled up on the couch in my pristine space, completely oblivious to the way I stand over her. She doesn’t know that I see the slow rise and fall of her breath, the way her body curls inward, as if she’s subconsciously protecting herself even in sleep.Last night was a torment. I was soaked in veins. Yet, because I am a man of discipline. I did not seek release on my own. I never have. A man should find it in a woman, not in his own hands. It may seem ironic, given the violence I am capable of, but there are lines I refuse to cross, boundaries I will never break. This is one of them. My body is sheen with water for I just left the bathroom. A towel is in my hand and as if she senses that someone is looking over her, Catali parts her eyes open. The first thin
