When 25-year-old Elena Torres loses her parents in a tragic accident, she believes her world has already crumbled. But a shocking revelation turns her grief into something far more dangerous: her father’s debts have sold her into marriage with Nicholas De Luca, the city’s most feared Mafia boss. To Nicholas, Elena is payment for a debt owed. To Elena, he’s a cold and calculating captor. Yet beneath the fear and defiance lies a strange connection neither of them can deny. As their lives intertwine, Elena begins to uncover secrets about her father’s death and Nicholas’s role in her family’s downfall. But Nicholas is not the only threat lurking in the shadows. Rivals, betrayal, and deadly power plays soon make Elena a pawn in a much larger game. As the truth unfolds, Elena is faced with an impossible choice to fight for freedom or risk everything she believed in for the man she had began to fall in love with. How far would you go to uncover the truth? Can Elena escape Nicholas’s obsession or will she lose herself in the process?
View MoreElena's Point Of ViewThe house was quiet, unnervingly so. Time seemed to crawl as I sat on the edge of my bed, staring out of the window at the expansive estate that now served as my gilded prison. The sun was shining brightly, a stark contrast to the shadow that loomed over my life. "Married to a monster." The thought alone sent a shiver down my spine, but I refused to wallow in fear.Enough was enough. I wasn’t going to let him break me, not without a fight. The defiance simmering in my veins pushed me to my feet. If I was going to be trapped here, I might as well get familiar with the territory. This wasn’t just his home; it was mine now too, whether he liked it or not.I quickly changed into a pair of comfortable jeans and a loose blouse, something simple enough to move in but not entirely devoid of style. With a deep breath, I stepped out of my room, scanning the long corridor. The air was cool, the kind of temperature that seeped into your bones.I turned to the right, curiosit
Nicholas's Point of ViewThe morning lights filtered through my window penetrating my eyes. As I dress up for work I couldn't help but remember the incident from the other day, the look in her eyes was amusing, she was quite different from any other girl I'd ever come across. Putting myself together and picking up my briefcase, I shuffled downstairs quietly taking one step at a time, the anticipation of seeing Elena fluttered my heart but I put myself in check before walking into the dinning. The silence of the dining room was deafening, except for the soft clinking of silverware as the maids set the table. I sat at the head, staring at my untouched plate of food, an unshakable irritation brewing within me. My coffee had grown lukewarm, much like my patience. "Where is Elena?" I finally asked, my voice calm yet laced with steel.The maid closest to me froze, her hands trembling as she placed a fresh cup of coffee by my side. “S-sir, Mrs. De Luca hasn’t come down yet,” she stammered.
Nicholas’s Point of ViewThe silence in the car was suffocating, yet I could feel her tension radiating off her like a storm brewing. Out of the corner of my eye, Elena sat stiff as a board, her hands clenched in her lap, refusing to meet my gaze. Good. Let her simmer. Let her realize exactly what she’s done. The cold fury churning within me was a beast I barely kept at bay, but I relished in her discomfort. She needed to understand that disobedience had its price, and I was ready to collect.~~Flashback~~The first crack in my patience had come the moment my guard delivered the news.“We can't find her, She’s gone,” he stammered, his voice trembling as if he already knew the punishment for his failure.My jaw tightened, but outwardly, I remained composed. “Gone?”“Yes, sir. She... she told us to wait she needed to use the ladies but after minutes of waiting we went in but she wasn't there, the fire escape was open. We reviewed the CCTV footage and she was spotted boarding a cab.”Of
Elena's Point Of ViewHurrying off through the back, I dashed into the road, flagging down the first cab that came my way, without as much as telling the cab man where I was going to, I slumped into his cab. "Move" I ordered as the cab man drove off, I turned to the entrance and the satisfaction of getting away felt different "Where to Miss?" the cab man asked making me turn to him and gave him the address of where I was headed toThe cab hummed softly beneath me, the city’s noise muted as the vehicle weaved through the streets. My heart raced, not with fear, but with excitement. I’d done it. I’d slipped away from Nicholas's so-called dumb guards like a shadow in the night. The look on his face when they informed him of my escape would be priceless.A smirk tugged at my lips as I leaned back against the worn leather seat. Today was so important to me. Nothing, not even him would stop me.“Miss, we’re here,” the cab driver said, pulling into the general parking lot.I glanced out the
Nicholas’s Point Of ViewThere’s a peculiar stillness in the morning that almost feels deceptive, as if the day is holding its breath, waiting for chaos to erupt. For me, mornings are a ritual of precision, a way to maintain control over the few hours that truly belong to me.I woke up to sunlight pouring through the cracks of the heavy drapes, its golden hue painting streaks across the ceiling. Stretching out, I let the stiffness of the previous day dissipate. A glance at the clock told me it was just past six. Another day, another series of battles to fight.Sliding out of bed, I began my usual routine with a level of discipline ingrained in me since my youth. The bathroom mirror reflected a man with sharp, chiseled features and cold, calculating eyes. Some might call it handsome, but there was no softness in my face, no trace of warmth. Just hard angles and an expression that made people think twice about crossing me.Thirty minutes of rigorous exercise followed. Push-ups, planks,
Nicholas’s Point Of ViewThe soft click of the front door echoed in the vast expanse of the lobby as I stepped inside. A low murmur from the guards stationed at the door caught my attention.“Sir,” one of them began, his tone professional yet laced with apprehension. “Mrs. De Luca attempted to leave earlier. We stopped her as per your instructions.”I nodded once, dismissing them with a wave of my hand. “Good. Keep up the vigilance.”Steeling myself, I walked into the house, exhaustion clinging to me like a second skin. The weight of today’s business dealings bore heavily on my shoulders, but I had no time to dwell on it. As I crossed the living room a storm was brewing.She was waiting for me.Elena stood in the middle of the foyer, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her petite frame radiating fury. Her foot tapped an impatient rhythm against the marble floor, the sharp clicks echoing through the silent space. She was a sight to behold, with fire dancing in her eyes and defiance et
Elena's Point Of ViewThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was the suffocating stillness of the room. The air felt heavy, thick with the kind of silence that made you hyperaware of every creak and groan of the walls. I blinked a few times, staring at the ornate ceiling that seemed to loom over me like a constant reminder of where I was and who I was trapped with.Nicholas De Luca.A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of his name, but I pushed it aside and reached for my phone on the nightstand. The screen was blank. No messages, no notifications. Not a single word from the people who used to flood my inbox daily. I let out a bitter laugh. It seemed that being Mrs. De Luca came with more than one kind of isolation.I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, the cold hardwood floor biting against my bare feet. I needed to shake off this fog, and a shower seemed like a good start.The hot water cascading over me did little to melt the icy grip around my heart. I let my mind wande
Elena's Point Of ViewThe sharp blare of a car horn cut through the suffocating stillness of my room. I froze mid-motion, clutching the final suitcase that held remnants of my old life. A pang of regret gripped me as my gaze swept over the bedroom I had called my sanctuary for as long as I could remember. The posters on the walls, the chipped dresser I’d stubbornly refused to replace, all of it whispered memories of a time when my life was my own. But that was over now.Wiping away the tears that blurred my vision, I steeled myself and heaved the suitcase toward the door. The horn sounded again, impatient this time, as though the world outside was eager to rip me away from the last vestiges of comfort I had.When I stepped outside, the sleek black car idling at the curb seemed to absorb the very light around it, a fitting metaphor for the darkness that was about to consume me. The driver, a man with a neatly pressed suit and a face devoid of expression, stepped out and reached for my
Elena's Point Of ViewThe sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor was the only thing keeping me tethered to reality. Each step was deliberate, a fragile attempt to hold myself together while the words from earlier that morning looped ominously in my head.“You’re dealing with Nicholas De Luca?” the man I’d hired to verify the contract had asked, his voice dropping to a hushed, almost reverent tone. “If I were you, I wouldn’t play games. He’s not the kind of man you want to cross.”When I pressed for more information, his lips had pressed into a thin line, as if even speaking De Luca’s name aloud was enough to summon trouble. That was all I got out of him, a cryptic warning and an iron-clad confirmation that the contract binding me to this nightmare was, indeed, legally bulletproof.Now, as I gripped the steering wheel of my car and navigated the city streets, I could feel the weight of that warning sitting heavy in my chest. Today was the last day. The deadline had arrived
Elena's Point Of View The rain fell in an unrelenting drizzle, blurring the headstones around me into indistinct shadows. I stood frozen, my black heels sinking into the wet earth as the priest's voice droned on. The words, a faint hum of scripture about eternal rest and divine plans, might as well have been in another language. Nothing could reach me through the oppressive weight of grief that had wrapped itself around my chest like iron chains.This wasn’t supposed to be my life. Just two weeks ago, my parents were alive, vibrant, and making plans for their next anniversary trip. Now, their shared casket sat a few feet away, surrounded by wilted flowers and faces of distant relatives I hadn’t seen in years. People whispered their condolences as if words could somehow patch up the gaping hole their deaths had left behind.My hands trembled as I clutched the edge of the black umbrella, my knuckles white against the plastic handle. A cold wind swept through the cemetery, rustling the
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