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Cleo Benson’s world is shattered in an instant when she loses her entire family in a tragic accident. But as the grief takes hold, a darker reality emerges. Cleo is thrust into a deadly underworld as collateral for a debt she never knew existed. Enzo Russo, a cold and calculating mafia kingpin, offers her a twisted deal: 12 months as his bride, and then her freedom. Determined to survive and seek revenge against those who betrayed her, Cleo plays along with Russo’s dangerous game. But as she navigates this ruthless world, she finds herself drawn into a deeper conflict; one that pits her need for vengeance against the unexpected pull of her own heart. Will Cleo reclaim her life, or will she be swept away by the dangerous allure of the man who holds her fate in his hands?
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The Mafia's Pawn THE SUDDEN TRIP
Cleo's POV I swallowed hard, my heart pounding against my ribs. “Then make me,” I whispered. “You can't just tell me to trust you when your action says otherwise.”He reached for my hand, intertwining our fingers. “I will.”I searched his eyes, looking for even the smallest sign of hesitation. But there was none, just pure sincerity.I sighed, my shoulders slumping. “You owe me another date for this.”Russo chuckled, his grip tightening around my hand. “Your wish is my command.”And just like that, the tension in the room faded, even if the doubt still lingered somewhere deep inside me.As I settled onto the bed, running a towel through my damp hair, Russo’s voice broke through the silence, pulling my attention away from my thoughts.“I need to talk to you about something,” he said, sounding unusually serious.I turned to look at him, curiosity piqued. “What’s going on?”He hesitated for a moment before sitting on the edge of the bed, facing me. “I got a call earlier. It’s from work.
Last Updated : 2025-02-09The Mafia's Pawn MY HANDS ARE TIED
Cleo’s POVThe second I stepped inside, I came to an abrupt halt. My entire body went rigid as my gaze landed on Isabelle.She sat comfortably on the couch and the sight of her made me realize how foolish I had been to think the house was now free of her presence. She was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a thin spaghetti-strap top, curled up with a bag of chips as if she didn’t have a care in the world. Isabelle sprang up from the couch, her bag of chips forgotten as she rushed toward us.“Welcome back, Enzo!” she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck.Before I could even process what was happening, she pressed a quick peck to his neck, lingering just a second too long before pulling back with a smirk.“How was your day? And….. did you have enough fun with her?” she asked, her gaze flicking toward me with barely concealed amusement.My entire body went still.“Excuse me?” I took a deliberate step forward, crossing my arms. “Could you please step back a bit?” My voice wa
Last Updated : 2025-02-02The Mafia's Pawn OFF THE HOOK
Cleo's POV I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep until I felt a soft brush of fingers against my cheek.“Cleo.” Russo’s voice was low, gentle, like he was afraid of waking me too suddenly.I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of the private theater. The movie had ended, the screen frozen on the credits.“You dozed off,” he said, amusement tugging at the corners of his lips.I stretched, letting out a small yawn before narrowing my eyes at him. “Maybe you’re just too tired of being cranky all day.”Russo smirked. “Or maybe you just feel safe with me once again.”I scoffed. “Don’t push it.”He chuckled, standing up and stretching before offering me his hand. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”I hesitated for a moment before taking it. His grip was warm, familiar, steady. As he led me out of the theater, a comfortable silence settled between us.Outside, the night air was crisp, carrying the faint hum of the city. The streets weren’t too busy, just a few cars passing by, thei
Last Updated : 2025-02-01The Mafia's Pawn YOU'RE SUCH A SHOW-OFF
Cleo's POV He smirked slightly. “Wouldn’t be the first time neither will it be the last.”That caught me off guard. A laugh bubbled up before I could stop it, and Russo’s expression softened, like he had been waiting for that exact moment.He reached for my hand again, and this time, I let him. “Forgive me?” he murmured.I exhaled, shaking my head at him. “I hate you, Russo.”He grinned. “Is that a yes?”I rolled my eyes. “…Yes, you idiot.”He let out a relieved chuckle before getting up and pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Thank you, princess.”I sighed dramatically. “You owe me dessert for this.”He smirked. “Done.”And just like that, the tension eased again.Halfway through our meal, a notification dropped on his phone and he excused himself, and I watched him disappear inside the restaurant. I frowned slightly but didn’t overthink it, instead focusing on the city lights twinkling below.A few minutes later, I heard footsteps approaching.I turned—and my breath caught.Russo
Last Updated : 2025-01-26The Mafia's Pawn AT THE RESTAURANT
Cleo's POV The tension that had hung between us for weeks had eased.I wasn’t over everything that had happened, but I couldn’t deny how good it felt to just be here, to have his full attention, to feel like I mattered to him again.Soon, the waiter returned with our meals, placing our plates down with a flourish. The food smelled divine, the steam curling into the night air.Russo glanced at my plate, his lips twitching. “You and pasta.”I shot him a look. “Pasta is elite. You wouldn’t understand.”He chuckled. “You do know there’s a whole steakhouse on the other side of this rooftop, right?”“And yet,” I said, twirling my fork into the creamy truffle pasta, “I have exactly what I want.”Russo shook his head fondly before slicing into his steak.For a while, we ate in comfortable silence, the only sounds between us being the clinking of silverware and the faint music playing in the background. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until I took my first bite, the rich, buttery flavors m
Last Updated : 2025-01-25The Mafia's Pawn PRINCESD
Cleo's POV After leaving the Rage House, Russo drove us to an arcade—one of those massive, neon-lit places filled with flashing lights, loud laughter, and the sounds of games being played.I wasn’t expecting it, but the moment we stepped inside, nostalgia hit me.“You remembered,” I said, glancing at him.His lips quirked up. “How could I forget? You used to drag me here all the time.”A small smile tugged at my lips. I did, back when I couldn't seem to be at peace with myself after locking Aunt Lydia and Ella up. This was before Russo travelled here, before he became so entangled with Isabelle that he was ready to fight for her at anytime. How did everything get so messy?Russo grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the basketball hoops, jerking me out of my lost state. “Alright, let’s see if you’ve still got your magic.”I scoffed. “Please. I always beat you at this, you know that.”“That was long ago,” he challenged, grabbing a ball. “Show me what you’ve got, princess.”That was al
Last Updated : 2025-01-25The Mafia's Pawn AT THE RAGE HOUSE
Cleo's POV I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “That’s all you have to say?”He stepped closer, reaching out to twirl a strand of my hair around his finger. “You look stunning, Cleo. But then again… when do you not?”I scoffed, pushing past him. “Flattery will get you nowhere.”He chuckled, following me down the stairs. “Oh, I think it’s working just fine.”I shook my head, grabbing my purse. But before I could reach the door, Russo grabbed my hand, spinning me towards him.His fingers brushed against my jaw. “You really are beautiful, you know that right?”My cheeks warmed, but I masked it with a scoff. “Are we leaving or what?”He grinned, stepping aside. “After you, Princess.”I rolled my eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at my lips as I playfully ran out to the car.The drive was quiet, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that lingered between two people who had been through too much in too little time.Russo’s hand rested on my thigh as he drove, his
Last Updated : 2025-01-23The Mafia's Pawn DAMN!
The suitcase felt heavier than it should have. Or maybe it was just me, feeling the weight of everything I was about to leave behind.Russo’s grip on my wrist tightened slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to stop me in my tracks.I squeezed my eyes shut. “Russo—““I know I messed up,” he said quickly, his hold tightening. “I was blind, selfish, an idiot. I should have stood up for you. I should have never—” His voice broke slightly, and I felt his head drop against my shoulder. “I don’t want to lose you, Cleo. I can’t afford to.”I swallowed hard, hating how much my heart ached at his words. “Let me go, Russo.” I managed to say, avoiding his gaze.But he didn’t. Instead, he stepped in front of me, his expression unreadable. “I messed up,” he admitted, his voice strained. “I shouldn’t have hit you. I shouldn’t have let Isabelle treat you that way. I know I don’t deserve to ask you for anything right now, but… please. Don’t leave like this.”I closed my eyes for a brief second
Last Updated : 2025-01-23The Mafia's Pawn DON'T GO
Cleo's POV The room was quiet, save for the soft rustling of fabric as I packed. Each fold, each carefully placed item, felt like a silent goodbye—a farewell to the girl who had spent far too long trying to be enough for someone who never saw her worth. I zipped up my suitcase and grabbed my bag, stuffing it with everything else I owned. I didn’t care about the things I was leaving behind, none of it mattered anymore. All that mattered was getting away from here, from them, from the toxic mess that my life had become. With my suitcase in hand, I walked out of the bedroom without a second glance. I wasn’t crying, at least thought I would be. I could feel the tears burning in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Not here. All I felt was exhaustion, a bone-deep fatigue that settled into my muscles as I dragged my bag behind me out of the room. I heard the front door open. A part of me expected it to be Russo, but when I didn’t hear his voice calling out for me, I knew it
Last Updated : 2025-01-21
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A DAY OF JOY
“And now, shall we all rise to our feet as we present the valedictorian award to none other person than..,” the Mc instructed, and we all rose to our feet. “Who do you think it'll be?” Amelia asked.“I don't…” I started only to be cut off by the MC.“Cleo Benson,” he announced, his voice cutting through the tensed air of the hall. The crowd erupted in applause and gasps, filling the room with a vibrant energy. I looked around in shock as the sound of my name seemed to echo in the hall. My heart stopped as I stared into nothing, I staggered and sank into my chair, my hand gripping the edge of my seat. Were they cheering for me? Or was there another Cleo Benson I wasn't aware of?“Go, Cleo!” Amelia shouted, her voice rising above the others. “You've got this!”It took a while for me to accept reality, but the cheers didn't stop. I was urged to come up stage, so I confidently rose to my feet and raised my gown slightly to avoid tripping, my hands trembling as I carefully walked up t...
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