Chapter OneRAINI AM GETTING MARRIED. But to a STRANGER!I had always dreamed of a Christmas wedding. Not just any wedding, but a magical one with snowflakes twirling in the air, the faint scent of pine filling the room, and a loving, caring husband waiting for me at the end of the aisle. Every year, I made the same wish to Santa, whispering it like a little girl and hoping he’d hear me over the chaos of my hopeless life. Christmas was my best time of the year, it was the only time I ever felt seen—truly seen—in my family. For one brief season, my father wasn’t buried in his business, my stepmother wasn’t barking orders as always, and my stepsister wasn’t stealing the spotlight as usual.But this Christmas wasn’t the same, it wasn’t magical, not the typical cozy holiday like every other.This wasn’t the wedding I had pictured all my life, and the man waiting for me at the end of the aisle wasn’t the husband I had prayed for.He was a stranger. A man I had only learned existed yest
Chapter Two RAIN I was a fool. A damn fool for believing Reina, my stepsister, was actually pregnant. That had been her excuse for backing out of this marriage, and I swallowed it whole. But the bigger fool in me had believed my stepmother’s drama too—the wailing, the clutching of pearls, the “Rain, you must save our family!” There was no doubt now. They knew. They knew this man—the stranger standing next to me at the altar—was blind. And that was precisely why they shoved me into this mess instead of their precious Reina. Lies. All of it. There was no confusion, no hesitation on their faces when he—this stranger I was supposed to call my husband—reached out blindly, his hand searching the air for mine. His fingers fumbled, missing my hand even though it was right in front of him. My stepmother and Reina didn’t flinch, didn’t blink, didn’t act surprised like I was. Why would they? They knew he was blind. That was why I was here. That was why they pushed me into this marriage ins
Chapter Three Rain Paid for me? My father sold me? I should be angry—furious even—but I couldn’t ignore the warm pressure coiling in my core. Hell, I hated the way he made me furious, yet needy. My own father sold me to a stranger—a blind one at that. Why? What did he even need? There was no doubt Reina’s pregnancy ordeal was all planned, and I couldn’t believe my own father was in on it. Yes, he was always cold, a man no one would wish to have as a father, but he was still my blood. The last thing I ever expected was for him to sell me off so easily like some damn property he’d been waiting to get rid of. My hands trembled as I flipped through the pages of the document, my heart racing. My breath caught in my throat when I saw my father’s signature—and right next to it, my stepmother’s. I knew my father didn’t care about me, but I never thought he’d sell me off like a piece of property without even telling me. I clutched the document, my knuckles whitening as tears rolled do
Chapter FourEnzoWhat can a blind man do?What exactly do these women take me for? A miserable man stumbling in darkness, incapable of making them cry out in ecstasy?She dared to question what a blind man could do.That question stung, a sharp jab to my pride. But I wasn’t a man to let my emotions show. I’d mastered the art of hiding them the day I lost my sight—and the day Tina betrayed me.Tina, the woman who swore she loved me, who promised me forever. Our wedding was only days away when it happened. But after the accident that took my sight, she broke it off. And the insult didn’t stop there; she ran straight into the arms of my brother, Edu.What does she take me for? A fool? That I wouldn’t know? Did she really believe a blind man couldn’t sense her betrayal? She underestimated me. She underestimated what it means to be me.She must’ve forgotten that I’m not just any man. I’m the Capo dei Capi—the boss of bosses. The man who commands American-Italian’s most powerful mafia wit
Chapter FiveRainThe moment he rolled off me, not just my heart, but my entire body screamed in frustration, the weight of him gone too soon. My thighs trembled, wet with the evidence of everything he’d done to me—everything he’d started but hadn’t finished. My chest heaved, my breath coming in sharp gasps as I tried to make sense of it. Two orgasms. Two. He did that to me with so much precision and calculation that I almost forgot he was blind. And just when I thought I’d finally feel all of him inside me, and get that third orgasm, the intercom had rung, breaking the intensity of the moment.“Take a bath and get dressed,” he said, his voice calm, as if he hadn’t just been about to ruin me completely, as if he hadn’t chase away every resentment and doubt I had about this union away with his magical fingers.I blinked up at him, my lips parting in disbelief. He can’t just leave me like this? Spent… needy, and wanting more of him. But he just want me to take a bath? Dress up? Who th
Chapter Six Enzo That fucking bitch. How dare she? How dare Tina speak about my wife like that? Of all people? Tina, who was nothing more than a psychopathic, money-hungry opportunist, had the audacity to compare Rain to a maid? The rage in my chest burned, but I knew where the blame lay. Not just with Tina—no. This was Rain’s fault also. If she’d just listened, if she’d worn the dress I picked for her, Tina wouldn’t have had the nerve to say such bullshit. Rain needed to understand her place now. She was mine. I owned her. And she’d do exactly what I said, when I said it. This wasn’t just about the dress. It was about control, about order. Rain was part of this family now—part of me. Did she think I chose that dress at random? No. I knew Tina wouldn’t keep her filthy mouth shut if Rain showed up in anything less than perfection. Rain should have trusted me. She should have understood. But she would learn. Rain would dress the way I wanted. Speak the way I wanted.
Chapter SevenRainThe woman staring back at me in the mirror wasn’t me. She looked nothing like me.The dress was even worse than I’d imagined—revealing in every outrageous way. There was only a thin line between this and something a stripper would wear. The neckline plunged indecently, baring my cleavage for anyone to see, even from a distance.It clung to my body like a second skin, stopping just above my knees, held up by thin spaghetti straps. I tried to step away from the mirror, but I couldn’t. How the hell was I supposed to walk out there in this?This was the most uncomfortable dress I’d ever worn. Maybe once in my life, I’d wondered what it would be like to dress like this—hot, sexy, the kind of woman that turned heads. But I never did. Even when I wore something remotely flattering, my stepmother made sure I took it off and replaced it with my usual oversized clothes. Eventually, I got used to it.And now, suddenly, I was being given things I’d only imagined before. But it
Chapter EightRainLet it happen. I was so damn in for the ride.Just as the thought sent another wave of heat through me, his fingers paused right at the edge of my panties, teasing me, making me ache with anticipation. Then, in the slowest, most torturous movement, they slid back down, barely grazing my skin, as if testing my patience. As if reminding me exactly who was in control.I swallowed hard, my breath shaky, my pulse erratic.And then he did it again.This time, his fingers trailed higher, slipping beneath the fabric, a featherlight touch against my soaked folds. A shiver wracked through me, my thighs trembling as he pushed my panties aside.God.I took a quick glance at him, my lips parting, and that smirk—mischievous, knowing, utterly fucking sinful—curled on his lips. He knew what he was doing. He was enjoying this.I barely had time to prepare before he found my clit, pressing his middle finger against it, rolling it in slow, deliberate circles.A strangled whimper caugh
Chapter Forty-FiveEnzoMom was always like this.She’d come in pretending she wanted to talk about something important, something reasonable and fragile, but before you knew it, her voice would be rising, throwing wild accusations like daggers across the room. Today was no different. She did today again. She came here talking about family business, about my responsibilities and appearances even though I didn’t need to be remembered, and the next second, she was shouting about Rain having an affair. Throwing Rain’s name around like it was dirt. Like she had been waiting for any excuse to drag her through the mud.I leaned back against my desk, my hands pressed flat against the wood, my jaw locked tight.I knew she didn’t trust Rain. Hell, she didn’t even like her. If I had told her about my marriage beforehand, she would have torn it apart before it even started. She would have poisoned my mind with doubt, with her selfish fears, with her obsession over control. She’d have wanted th
Chapter Forty-fourRainI didn’t know what was happening in there. I wished I had stayed back to hear what they were saying. My heart wouldn’t rest—it kept pounding hard against my ribcage as thoughts of what could be happening raced through my mind.I wasn’t sure Enzo would let things go just like that, and I wasn’t convinced Andrew had gone in there to actually make peace.What were they saying? What should I do? Should I just go in there?What if they were arguing and it had escalated into a fight? What if Enzo hurt Andrew?I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know if it was right to just stand there and do nothing. I couldn’t trust that Enzo wouldn’t do anything. He was so upset minutes ago that he would have sacked Andrew if she wasn’t so important to the company. After minutes of waiting, I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I dragged my wobbly legs to the door—and my eyes widened, jaw dropping when I saw the two of them shaking hands. What the hell?They were like sworn enemi
Chapter Forty-threeEnzoHe needed to leave. That bastard had to go.I needed him out of here, far away, if I was going to be certain Rain was safe from him and from whatever danger he thought he could drag along with him.He told me he would do anything to make me pay for what I did. Even if that meant using Rain. That alone was enough to seal his fate.I didn’t even know what the hell I had done to him. I didn’t know what revenge he thought he was chasing. But if he wanted a war, he would get it. And I was sure as hell he would end up broken, scarred, and crawling if he dared to lock horns with me.I wasn’t afraid for myself. I was ready for it. I lived for it.But Rain…Rain wasn’t meant to be part of that darkness.She wasn’t meant to be dragged into the dirt and blood I was used to. She deserved better. She deserved peace, safety—things men like me couldn’t always guarantee, no matter how much we wanted to.I didn’t want her tangled in my dirty business. I didn’t want her touched
Chapter Forty-twoRainLast night was great. It wasn’t just about the sex, but about the fact that Enzo could say it out there—that I was his wife. I didn’t see the usual hesitation or conflict in his eyes; he said it without a second thought, and that, that was the peak of everything for me.I saw the flicker in Andrew’s eyes when Enzo called me his wife, the way Andrew was shaken by that information. He hadn’t expected it, and he might have thought I was going to gang up with him against Enzo.I would never do that.Enzo was my husband, the man I married, and the least I could do—after trying to run away from him twice and even getting him to the point where he was stabbed and almost died because of me—was to stand up for him against Andrew.I still couldn’t understand why Andrew was doing all he did. I couldn’t understand why he was so after us, especially after Enzo.He no longer seemed like the Andrew I used to know—not the same guy I fell in love with back in college. Not the sa
Chapter Forty-oneEnzoI thought she didn’t want to say it out there because there were still lingering feelings for that bastard. I thought she was still trying to consider him and that telling him we were married would feel like a setback for her.But I was wrong.Hell, I was wrong.I shouldn’t have thought of Rain like that. I shouldn’t have doubted my ownership over her, shouldn’t have doubted—even for a second—her submission to me.She wasn’t thinking about that guy like that. She wasn’t even giving him a second thought. She was just surprised that I was able to finally say it out loud—that she was my wife.And it wasn’t like I didn’t want to say it before.The reason I had decided to keep that a secret was because I didn’t want to expose Rain to more danger.I couldn’t trust anyone.Not the people working for me, not even my own manager.I couldn’t trust them, and I damn sure didn’t want to trust them with Rain.But I had to tell Andrew. I had to make it clear to that bastard so
Chapter FortyEnzoI couldn’t tell. No matter how hard I thought about it, I just couldn’t figure it out.I usually only needed to hear a person’s voice two or three times to be able to recognize it anywhere. And if I was finding it this difficult to remember this guy—if I couldn’t place whether we had ever met before he started working in my company—then that could only mean one thing: we’d only met once, maybe twice, and very briefly. But then why? Why would he carry this much pent-up hatred and resentment toward me?I wasn’t a saint. I wasn’t the best man out there, obviously. But that guy? He wasn’t even someone I would have clashed with in the past. He was nothing.Or could he be something?Could he have been sent by one of my enemies? Was Andrew a spy? Sent to watch every move I made, maybe even set me up? Was that what he’d been doing all along?I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t understand what this guy was up to.I listened as his footsteps receded and finally faded away, like he wa
Chapter Thirty-nineEnzoI thought I’d be able to hold myself back a little longer. I thought I could resist the urge to lose my temper and put this guy in his place. But I had no other choice—I couldn’t just stand there and let him keep doing all of this without a response. What exactly does he think I am? Who does he take me for? And what the hell does he even want from me? Why won’t he just leave me and Rain alone?No matter how hard I tried to make sense of it, I couldn’t. I couldn’t understand what he was after—especially from me. I was certain it wasn’t just about Rain. It couldn’t be. There was something else behind his actions, some deeper motive. But I couldn’t figure it out yet.Then came the grunt. A loud, rough sound of pain that burst out from him as my fist collided with his face. And strangely, it gave me a sense of relief I couldn’t quite explain. I liked it. I liked that now he’d understand something very clearly—that I might be blind, but that didn’t mean I didn’t kn
Chapter Thirty-eightEnzoAll I did was smile at the sound of that. I knew what had happened here—I didn’t need to be told. I knew exactly who could be responsible for this. I didn’t need an investigation. It was the marketing guy. It was Andrew.I could already tell from the way his breath hitched when the driver announced it. Everything he had done today made it crystal clear—it was him.He’d sat with us until we were done eating, as if trying hard to keep us in his sight, just so we wouldn’t step outside and discover what he had planned. He kept us distracted long enough so we wouldn’t find the damage early and fix it. He delayed us on purpose. And now, I knew exactly what he was going to do next.“What will you do now?” I heard him say, his voice dripping with sympathy. Fake. Completely fake. I could practically see the deceiving look he was wearing, the kind that might fool someone like Rain—his tone, his expression, all a façade.This guy was behind it. He did this. And there wa
Chapter Thirty-sevenRainI couldn’t understand him. Not that I didn’t know the meaning of what he was saying—not that I couldn’t comprehend it—but I just couldn’t tell where it was all coming from. What could Enzo have done to make Andrew so bitter, so furious?“Can’t you see it, Rain?” he shook my arms as though trying to shake some sense into me. “Can’t you see what kind of man he is? How he tries so fucking hard to control everyone around him that he doesn’t even care if they get hurt. You should’ve seen that, Rain,” Andrew pressed, like he was scolding a child too blind to notice the danger around her.I stared into his vengeful eyes, my heart pounding with conflicting emotions. I just couldn’t understand the depth of his anger—what had Enzo done to make him carry so much hate? It wasn’t just spur-of-the-moment rage. I could see it on his face—the deep-seated resentment, the years of quiet loathing waiting for the perfect moment to erupt.Sure, Enzo could be a dick sometimes. He