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Book 2 Is another standalone novel that also introduces new plot and characters while still maintaining The Billionaire's Contract marriage series.************With my aunt’s medical bills piling up, I can’t afford to say no to this payday: pretend to be a mob prince’s fiancée, plan a fake wedding, and keep my emotions out of it. Simple, right?The only hitch? I’m falling for him.Dario Moretti is everything I’m not—wealthy, refined, and dangerously charming. He belongs to a world of luxury and power, while I’m just trying to stay afloat. I never imagined I’d start caring about him, but the more time we spend together, the harder it is to remember that this is all just a job.Dario’s gaze lingers a little too long. His touch sends shivers down my spine. And when we kiss, the line between fake and real blurs. But his Family would never accept someone like me. My aunt, the whole reason I took this gig, warns me against getting involved with a criminal.Then, a rival Mafia family target
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She takes my arm and leads me up wide stone steps toward an imposing front door at least as tall as two men and just as wide. As she pushes it open, I almost reach forward to help her. It looks heavy. She waves me inside and then leads me down a wide hallway. Artwork dots the walls, including classical paintings, landscapes, and nature scenes, with the occasional battle scene.“Mr. Moretti is in his study,” she tells me, looking over her shoulder with a coy smile. “He isveryexcited to see you. He’s told us all about you, Miss Esposito.”“Please, call me Elena,” I say.Esposito is the fake name I’ll have to use while going through this charade. My heart beats a little faster when Clara stops outside another imposing door.“I’m sure you’d like me to leave you two lovebirds alone,” she says.“Uh, sure,” I mutter. “Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks.”My head is spinning. I need to get my actor’s brain to work correctly. I’m supposed to be from this world, a wealthy princess worthy of the mob
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DARIOI chose Elena because she has no extended family, and hell, I don’t know. I didn’t overthink it. I saw her, and I picked her, and that’s that, goddamn it. Father’s been bothering me for a long time to get married, quiet the tongues wagging that I hadn’t settled down yet, and I needed to get him off my back finally. Sitting at the table, I feel something stir inside as I look across at her.She’s wearing a silver dress that subtly hugs her figure. She’s curvy in the extreme, her shape rising and falling in a way that triggers something deep and hungry in me. I’m not used to physical attraction like this. Even with family at the table, something moves me as I look across at her.“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Mother says in her usual detached way.“Yes,” Father says in the same manner. He looks at me, not at Elena, as he speaks. “A pleasure.”I give him a blank stare in return. He’s clearly trying to make some point, perhaps pissed I haven’t taken a woman from aFamily which might
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“That seems random, Mother,” I mutter, wondering if she’s trying to trip Elena up already.She rolls her eyes at me. “We have to startsomewhere, don’t we?”Elena’s cheeks flush, her lips parting slightly. It’s clear she’s never heard of the classic Italian film, which is surprising considering she’s an actress. Then again, maybe her tastes are more recent than nineteen-sixty.“I think they’re way better than Dolce & Gabbana,” she says.I force out a laugh, pretending it’s a joke. Elena might not be as prepared as I’d like, but she’s quick to react and follow my lead, laughing with me. “I told you she was funny, Mother,” I say.“Hmm,” Mother says, with that searching expression on her face.I usually feel stifled at these sorts of dinners, with both of my parents watching me for any sign of boredom or impatience with Family customs. This evening is even worse. For a few moments, when walking down the hallway with Elena, it was like I wasn’t part of the Family at all. It felt, for the b
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After they’re gone, I return to the dining room to find Elena sitting with her head in her hands. I pause in the doorway. She doesn’t realize I’m back.“Stupid, stupid,” she mutters.I clear my throat, taking a step forward.“That wasn’t good, was it?” she says while looking up at me, her hair tousled around her shoulders. The strange urge to run my hand through it strikes me.I should tell her the truth:No, that was terrible. They’re suspicious already. However, something about the panic on her face stops me.“They’re always like that,” I tell her.“Was I supposed to memorize every obscure fancy-pants reference?”I chuckle. It feels good, but then I kill it. It seems wrong to squelch such a slight reaction, but it’s necessary.“What’s so funny?” she snaps.“I don’t think anyone in this house has ever used the termfancy pantsbefore.”“Well, that’s what you all are,” she shrugs. “Sorry.”“Something tells me you only said that because I’m paying you.”“Isn’t that what this whole thing i
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ELENAWe have brunch on the back porch. The grated fires are lit since autumn is coming in. My eyes ache from spending hours last night scouring the internet. I searched “how to seem upper class” and “Italian classic films, paintings, books.” I’m doing my best to absorb as much information as possible. I need to sell Elena Esposito.Platters sit on the table: assorted meats, cheeses, marinated vegetables. Mr. Moretti Senior, Salvatore, couldn’t make it. That’s a relief because he stared me down yesterday like he could see right through me. Mrs. Moretti, Maria, watches me, too, but not withas muchjudgment.She’s an elegant woman, her cheekbones sharper than mine will ever be, and she’s wearing an elegant dress that is undoubtedly expensive but not tacky. Her hair is a graceful silver. Dario sits opposite me in a sleek suit, his expression difficult to read—no near-smiles this morning.“How did you sleep in this new environment?” Maria asks.“Excellently,” I say. “The bed was ever so co
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DARIOPaolo drives with an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth. His fingers drum on the steering wheel as if he can’t wait to light up, his calculating eyes always hinting that he’s working something out. Allessio sits next to him, and I take the back seat.“You two are the only ones who know the truth,” I tell my two most trusted soldiers. Every man is loyal to the Moretti Family as a whole, but these two are faithful to me specifically. We’ve fought together. We’ve bled together. Allessio and I grew up together.“It’s going to stay that way,” Allessio says.“Or off with our heads, be it,” Paolo comments.I smirk. “You almost sound afraid.”He looks at me in the rearview mirror. “Of you, Dario? Why would that be? You’re such a pussycat.”With no other men here, we’re able to banter like this. That’s one reason I like these two so much. They almost make me feelnormal, like just another soldier in the Moretti army, which is what I feel like most days.“How’s it going, anyway?” Alles
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“Nervous?” He drops his hand under the table, probably because it’s the only way he can stop the tapping. “I see why you brought me back here now. You didn’t want to disrespect me in front of my men. How courteous of you.”“Whereas you are content with disrespecting the Morettis in front of the entire city.”He narrows his analyzing eyes. “Am I missing something?”“Have you ever heard of Paths of Promise Foundation?”He swallows. “That’s your pet project, isn’t it? Your charity? It’s a great thing, Dario. Helping underprivileged youth to find a way out of the ghettos and the crack houses, helping them get away from the abuse they’re suffering. Of course, I’ve heard of it. It’s one hell of a thing.”I lean forward, leaning my elbows on the table and glaring at him. Anger pumps through me, reminding me of who I am. I’m not the man having flirtatious banter with a young actress. I’m this—the man who makes people cringe away and inspires fear. It’s all I’ll ever be.“Do I look like a fuck
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“So we’re still playing a game?” she whimpers.“Unless you’re the best actor in the world, there’s no way you’ve made yourself so gorgeously wet for me.”As I push my finger inside of her, she lets my hands go, pressing her face against my chest as if she doesn’t want me watching her when she gives in to the pleasure. I haven’t touched a drop of booze tonight, but it’s like I’m drunk on her.I slide my finger deep, swirling it in circles, her walls squeezing and pulsing around my hand while I grind my palm against her engorged clit. The combination makes her moan loudly into my chest, almost screaming as the pleasure causes her body to twitch.“Grab my cock,” I growl. “Feel how hard you’re making me.”Her hand slides shyly up my leg. She gasps when she wraps her hand around my dick through the fabric of my trousers. Precome leaks hotly out of my tip, and I know, at least for one crystal clear moment, that there’s something real here. I’ve never lost control like this.I can track how
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DARIOI’m relieved when Father announces he wants to leave early, affording every Moretti the chance to exit if he wishes. The dinner was filled with awkward conversations about opera, books, and other things I don’t care about. It’s not that I’ve got anything against it. I’m sick of everybody trying to seem clever.I offer Elena my arm as we get ready to leave. When she takes it, I remind myself for the millionth time that I have to be cold, but there’s too much warmth sparking between us. It’s like she’s waking something long forgotten inside me.“Can I use the ladies’ room before we go?” she asks.I think about the Romanos, the threats, the vandalism. What if something happens to her in there? She smiles at me as she places her hand on my chest—all part of the act. “Don’t worry. I’d never dream of running from my dear, devoted lover.”I grab her hips; I’m conscious people are watching us while pretending not to be. To sell this game, I’ve got to be convincing. The entire city has b
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“Don’t worry. I’ll be a quiet and obedient employee.”“Why are you acting like you’d be anything else?” he grunts.I hide my hurt. I hope so, at least. It shouldn’t exist. Even if he’s being a jackass, he’s got a point. I knew what I was signing up for, but that was before the kiss. That was before he gave me hope for … for what? That his family would accept me? That Aunt Rosa would welcome him? That his life isn’t too dangerous for me? That this all isn’t just an act?In my head, I hear Giulia.Make it your mantra.“You’re right. This is just business.”He flinches as if he has any right to, as if he’s being anything other than jerkish. “Exactly.”The driver opens the limo door. Dario steps out and then offers me his hand. It might be petty, but I don’t take it. I hold my hand near his and instead climb out myself. His eyes gleam as though he might smile, but he doesn’t.Leading me into the party, I’m stunned by how extravagant it is. A band plays from a big stage at the front. Server
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ELENA“How do I look?” I ask Dario, unable to hide the smile on my face.When the hair and makeup crew—yep,crew—were doing their work on me, I tried to stay detached and above the whole thing. I tried telling myself I felt like a pig dressed for the market. Yet the more they worked, the more I could see myself as beautiful. That’s rare for me.Now, I stand in front of Dario in a stylish, form-fitting dress. They’ve made my cheeks even more flushed than they usually are. My hair is up in an intricate style with pins.Dario stands on the other side of my bedroom in a tuxedo, his freshly shaven jaw tight as he stares at me. “Good,” he says.I try not to show any disappointment. He’s gone from fiery hot to icy cold all over again. I’m not sure what I expected, butgoodfeels majorly underwhelming. I nod, keeping it all business. “Good enough for the party?”“You’ll fit in,” he says, offering his arm. “Shall we? The car’s waiting.”When I take his arm, I’m sure I can sense something in him.
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I punch the man in the gut as if trying to prove to myself I’m still the cold bastard I need to be. He gasps and coughs up blood. I hit him again, reminding myself I’m not a good man. In this life, nobody can be good.“Please,” he gasps. “No more …”“Thenspeak,” I growl, reaching into my holster and taking out my gun. I press the barrel against his forehead. “Or would you prefer I make it quick?”The man whimpers. Then, slowly, he speaks. “I don’t know what he’s going to do next?—”“So it was Vincenzo?”He nods, looking defeated. “I don’t know what he’s got planned, but …”“Don’t keep me in suspense.”“We’ve got a new bar, a new hideout. I can give you the address. Okay, man? That’s all I know. I swear.”I stand up but keep the gun pressed against him the entire time. “You know, ending your miserable life here would be far easier. It’d be safer for everybody involved.”His eyes water as he stares up at me. “Please, Mr. Moretti. I’m getting married. We’ll disappear, me and my fiancée.
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“Bad things,” he grunts. “What I have to, but I didn’t come here to discuss this. We have a charity gala this evening. Get yourself ready.” “What do I need to do?” “Nothing. Someone will handle your outfit, makeup, and hair, but you should prepare mentally. Some of these people are even more judgmental than my parents.” I force a smile onto my face. “Is that even possible?” He grabs my shoulders. Not hard, but with enough intensity to send more confusing sensations through my body. “Careful. Even if they live with sticks up their asses, they’re still my parents. I wouldn’t make comments about your parents.” “My parents died in a fire,” I whisper. “Good. You’re sticking to your role.” “No.” Why am I even telling him this? “That wasn’t part of my role. It was the truth. I just incorporated it. My parents and my little brother died when I was a kid. That’s why Aunt Rosa took me in. That’s why I can’t lose her.” His touch tightens on me. My skin blazes under his palms. “It’s true?
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“Do you love my son?”I don’t know him. I only met him two days ago. He’s tall, handsome, and so intense that he puts weird ideas and thoughts in my head that I never dreamed would exist when I agreed to this. Yet it doesn’t matter how Itruthfullyfeel. “I love your son more than life itself.”“Marriage isn’t merely about love, however. I’m sure you’re aware of that.”“I’m ready to dedicate myself to him. I’m ready to do whatever it takes.”“Whatever it takes,” she repeats. “How lovely.”Yet her tone says the exact opposite. I slipped there, making it sound like I was doing this out of duty, not love, as I just proclaimed. I wonder what would have happened if Dario and I had met under different circumstances. Would sassing him still feel so good?“Oh, would you look at the time,” she says, gesturing at the grandfather clock. “Excuse me, but I must leave early.”I wait for her to stand, and then we do the posh fake-kissing thing again. Once she’s gone, I sit at the table, grab a bread r
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ELENAThe following day, I wake with a surreal feeling, waiting for the springy mattress to dig into my side like every day. It’s become a routine, waking to a painful reminder of our poverty. Then, I sink deeper into the thick, luxurious bed. The silk sheets caress my skin. For long moments, I let myself savor it. Then, my conscious mind kicks in, and I remember what this is all about.Yesterday, after the standoff with Aunt Rosa, Dario was distant during the car ride home. We barely exchanged any words at all except small talk. Back at the apartment, it was like I could feel a tension in the atmosphere between us, the potential for something significant. Somethingspecial, even. Not that it matters; it’s not what I’m here for. I need to be careful with that sort of thinking.Clara knocks on my door. “Excuse me, Miss. Mrs. Moretti would like to speak with you.”I sit up, rubbing sleep from my eyes. “When will she get here?”“She’s already here.”I quickly shower in the en suite, tryin
