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Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir
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In the shadowy underbelly of Chicago, where loyalty is currency and power is everything, 18-year-old Kylie Santos finds herself at the center of a dangerous game she never asked to play. What happens when duty collides with desire? When the price of family loyalty is your own heart? Born into the notorious Santos crime family, Kylie has always known her life would be different. But nothing could have prepared her for the bombshell her father drops one fateful evening. As rival gangs close in, threatening to destroy everything the Santos family has built over generations, Kylie learns that she is to be the linchpin in a desperate plan for survival. "You will marry his oldest son, Lysander," her father declares, his voice as cold and unyielding as steel. In an instant, Kylie's world shatters. She's to wed Lysander Vincenzo, heir to the New York Familia — their longtime enemies turned reluctant allies. can decades of bloodshed and mistrust truly be erased by a single union? Suddenly, Kylie is thrust into a world of high-stakes politics and deadly power plays. Every move she makes could tip the delicate balance between peace and all-out war. As she navigates this treacherous new reality, Kylie must grapple with her own desires and ambitions. Can she sacrifice her dreams for the greater good of her family or find a way to forge her own path amidst the chaos? But Lysander Vincenzo is no mere pawn in this game of chess. Rumored to be as ruthless as he is handsome, he harbors his own secrets and ambitions. As Kylie and Lysander circle each other warily, an unexpected spark ignites between them. Could their arranged union blossom into something real or will the weight of family expectations and old grudges snuff out any chance at true love?
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Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir Chapter 14
HIDDEN PLANI nod, getting the hidden message in her words. We both know that "protection" in our world really means control, dressed up as family care."I'm sorry," I say quietly, fully aware that my words fall short.Sandra shrugs again, a touch of resignation in her tone. "It is what it is. You know that as well as I do."I let out a bitter laugh, the sound echoing hollowly in the fancy room. "Yeah," I reply, because what else can I say? We're both stuck in the same golden cage."Well... we could come up with a plan, you know, to free ourselves from this. Honestly, I don't want to get married yet, and you're far too young to marry someone so ruthless." Sandra said She glanced around nervously before whispering, "I feel the same way... but we have to be careful. We can't just run away without thinking it through."I want to escape this too, but I can't help but worry about the consequences. If we're not careful, we might end up in even more danger. We need a plan that's both clever
Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir Chapter 13
BRIDAL SHOWERThe living room of the Palazzo Reale's top suite sparkles in front of me, a pastel dream designed for a celebration I never asked for. Soft pink and ivory roses overflow from crystal vases, their lovely fragrance blending with the crisp scent of chilled champagne. Delicate ribbons hang from the ceiling, catching the warm light from carefully placed lamps. A table is weighed down with fancy pastries and shiny flutes of bubbly. It’s stunning, almost painfully so, and I can’t help but feel like an outsider in this feminine wonderland.I smooth the emerald silk of my cocktail dress, the fabric gliding over my skin. It feels cool and slick, a sharp contrast to the rising heat of anxiety inside me. My mother’s voice echoes in my mind: "It would be rude to Lysander’s family if they didn’t get to meet you before the wedding." As if this act of regularity could hide the truth of what’s really going on.My fingers glide over the curves of the dress, pausing at the bodice. Emerald
Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir Chapter 12
LOVE TRIANGLE Ava stuck out her tongue, the gesture oddly childish coming from someone who usually exuded such sophistication. "You're no fun, A. I'm just trying to liven things up a bit. Speaking of which..." She turned back to Dante, her expression suddenly serious. "Where are Lysander and the boys headed for his big bachelor bash?"Dante's face became a mask of neutrality. "That's not information I'm privy to.""Bullshit," Ava scoffed. "You know exactly where they're going. Probably some sleazy strip club, right? Or maybe one of those high-end brothels the Family's always bragging about."Kylie felt a knot forming in her stomach. She didn't want to think about Lysander and what he might be doing tonight. Or any night, for that matter.Ava, oblivious to Kylie's discomfort, plowed on. "It's such bullshit, you know? The guys get to screw around all they want, but we're supposed to be these perfect little virgins. Like, why is it okay for Lysander to fuck half the city, but Kylie can'
Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir Chapter 11
A NIGHT OF TENSIONThe living room was bathed in a soft, amber glow from the antique lamps, casting long shadows that seemed to dance across the faces of the four individuals gathered there. Kylie perched on the edge of the plush sofa, her fingers absently tracing the intricate patterns on a throw pillow. Next to her, Ava lounged with the easy confidence of a cat, her eyes sharp and assessing as they flicked between the room's occupants.Rosy, all gangly limbs and boundless energy, hovered near an oversized armchair where Dante sat. The young man's posture was ramrod straight, his eyes constantly scanning the room with the practiced efficiency of a seasoned bodyguard."Whoa," Rosy breathed, her eyes wide as she took in Dante's imposing presence. She inched closer, drawn like a moth to a flame.Kylie watched her sister's approach with growing unease. "Rosy," she warned, but her voice was drowned out by the sound of Rosy's girlish giggle.In a move that seemed to defy the laws of physic
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OVERPROTECTIVE Ava's eyes widened in understanding, then narrowed dangerously. "Tell me that slimeball didn't--""Can we not?" Kylie pleaded. "I really, really don't want to think about it right now. How about we watch a movie or something? I could use the distraction."Ava looked like she wanted to argue, but finally nodded. "Fine. But this conversation isn't over."As Ava flipped through the TV channels, Kylie found her gaze drawn to Dante. His stillness was unnerving, like a statue come to life."Um, Dante?" she ventured. "You don't have to stand there all night. It's kind of freaking me out. Would you mind... sitting down?"Dante considered her for a moment, then moved to the vacant armchair. He shrugged off his jacket, revealing a crisp white shirt and a holster containing what looked like two guns and a knife.Kylie's mind raced. Would he be there all the time? Even when she needed privacy? The thought made her skin crawl.She was jolted from her spiraling thoughts by Rosy's vo
Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir Chapter 9
WEDDING PILLS "There's one more thing we need to discuss," Lysander said, his tone deceptively casual. He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, a telltale sign of discomfort.Kylie's stomach did a backflip. "What now?" She asked, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice.Lysander cleared his throat. "Your, um, health regimen. You taking any... supplements?"Kylie's brow furrowed in confusion. "Supplements? Like... vitamins?""Not exactly," Lysander muttered, avoiding her gaze. "More like... preventative measures."The penny dropped, and Kylie's cheeks flushed crimson. "Oh! Oh, god, no. Definitely not."Lysander's eyes snapped back to her face, searching. "You sure? Your mom didn't slip you anything on the sly?"Kylie let out a strangled laugh. "Are you kidding? My mother still thinks babies come from storks. She'd sooner teach me advanced calculus than broach that subject."A ghost of a smile flickered across Lysander's face before he schooled his features back into neutral
Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir Chapter 8
A TRAPAs Lysander and I stepped into my bedroom, the air felt charged with tension. The door clicked shut behind us, and it was like the walls were closing in, isolating us from everything outside. The soft light from the lamps created long shadows that only added to the uneasy feeling churning in my stomach.I tried to calm my breathing, but it was tough with Lysander looming so close. He scanned the room with a detached curiosity, his eyes icy and calculating. I could sense his gaze even when he wasn’t looking directly at me, and it sent chills down my spine.“Why did you bring me here?” I asked, attempting to sound more self-assured than I actually felt. My voice trembled a bit, giving away my anxiety.Finally, Lysander’s eyes met mine, dark and intense. “I wanted to talk about a few things in private. Ava tends to downplay serious issues.”I let out a sigh, my shoulders drooping. “Ava wasn’t trying to downplay anything. She was just dealing with the situation in her own way.”For
Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir Chapter 7
HIS ARRIVALI found myself in front of the big mirror in my suite, the golden light from the chandelier giving my face a cozy glow. My reflection looked back at me, but I wasn’t really feeling it. My dark hair was on point, but my hands kept messing with it, smoothing it down like that would somehow ease my nerves.The black skinny jeans felt like they were squeezing the life out of my legs, and the tight fabric wasn’t helping my anxiety at all. I kept pulling at my shirt, the soft material clinging to my skin and reminding me just how revealing this outfit was. “Why did I let Ava convince me to wear this? This outfit screams desperation. Lysander doesn’t care about my looks… does he?” I thought, trying to shake off the worry.“Stop fidgeting, Kylie. You look great. Actually, better than great,” Ava’s voice broke the silence as she lounged on the couch, flipping through a magazine with that annoyingly relaxed vibe she always had.“I really don’t think this outfit is a good choice. It’
Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir Chapter 6
SIX MONTHS LEFTLittle puffs of white vanished into the cold Chicago air as my breath coated her lips. Not even my big coat could shield me from the stinging winter cold that seemed to permeate my own bones. Perhaps then it was more than just the temperature. Perhaps the cold I experienced exceeded mere sensation.Crawling over the snow-covered streets, the sound of new snowfall under my boots gave my depressing thoughts a consistent cadence. Walking with me were my mother and sisters; our modest procession was completed by the always visible security. Only another family trip. Indeed.My stomach turned as we walked toward the opulent bridal store, its windows bursting with flowing white gowns and glittering accessories. Was not this meant to be thrilling? A passage of passage. A dream fulfilled.A few dreams.As we entered, the bell above the door chimed, and I was instantly hit by a flood of warm air and the stinging aroma of perfume. To welcome us, the small woman running the store
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