LOGINCleo 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?
View MoreCleo'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.
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
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
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






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