LOGIN“I won't marry that girl!” Leonardo shouted angrily, throwing the contract papers off the table. Alessandro, looking out of the window, listened to his son’s outburst. The study, lavishly decorated with antique furniture and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, was thick with tension.
"Leonardo. Try to understand. This wedding is very important for this merger," his father declared nonchalantly.
"No, Father, it is not fucking possible. I won't marry a slut like her," Leonardo refused sternly. "By the way," he narrowed his grey eyes sceptically. "I was supposed to marry Ricci's other daughter. So, why did they change the bride at the last moment?" he scowled.
"We don't know why they changed the bride. However, this marriage will only last for three years and not a real one, so it doesn't matter who the bride is," his father explained patiently, but Leonardo was not in a good mood to understand those things.
"Are you serious, Dad? You want me to marry a whore for a business deal ?! You can't force me to do anything. It's my life, for fucks sake," he huffed, throwing his hand in the air frustratedly.
"Leonardo, you have to marry her, and I am not asking you or giving you a choice, but... ordering you that this is inevitable," his father roared as his patience timed out. "You are supposed to be married to the Ricci girl only for three years, and after three years, whether you leave or divorce her, I won't stop you. I don't even care what you do after three years, but we need this merger for now to strengthen our company."
His father was a very good businessman but was never a good parent. He never cared about his child's feelings but wanted only power and status.
He was an emotionless man and had brought up Leonardo to be one like him, ruthless and heartless. So now Leonardo was a cruel devil just like his father and had no emotion in his heart.
His father had brought him up as an asset in business, which would make him more powerful, but it made Leonardo hate his father even more.
"I can't believe that you have become so blind that you can't even see the consequences. What about your reputation?! What will people say if you make a whore like her your daughter-in-law?! Are you not afraid that your respect in society will decrease?" Leonardo snorted.
"Mind your tongue, Leonardo!" His father barked. "And I don't care about what people say because only money and power speak and I can shut their mouth with my influence. You have no idea how much money and power we will get from this deal. This new status will take us to the height of success that no one has ever reached," he smirked cunningly before adding, "So it won't hurt to make a girl like her Morelli's daughter-in-law for three years. But remember that you must be in this marriage for the whole three years and don't make me repeat myself," his father threatened with a dangerous expression.
"Then please excuse me because I have no plans to get married in the future, and I cannot spoil my reputation just because of your fucking business deal," Leonardo said in a boring tone and began to leave the room. He had enough for the day.
"Leonardo, you can't defy me like this," Leonardo's father warned him, but he didn't stop."If you leave this room, I will disown you, and I will evict you from my property. You will lose your right over the Morelli Empire," he threw this trump card. "So the choice is yours. Live your life as you want and lose everything or marry that girl for only three years and rule the world like a king," he offered loudly, enough to make Leonardo halt at the door.
Leonardo closed his eyes, feeling the anger rush through his veins. He clenched his fists and took deep breaths to control himself as the killer Instinct within him kicked in, wanting him to kill someone right at that moment. He turned to face his father. His eyes were dark and emotionless as he stared back at his father.
"Fine, Dad! You won. I will marry the girl," he accepted firmly, raising his head. "Now, happy?!"
His father grinned triumphally.
"I appreciate your decision, son. Trust me, it's good for everyone. Now, you may leave," Alessandro said arrogantly before turning to his wife. "Let's start preparing for the wedding, darling," he ordered his wife.
His wife, Anna, nodded as she picked up her phone and dialed a few numbers. Leonardo watched as his parents enthusiastically called everyone to give them the news.
He was promised to marry Ricci's elder daughter, Kate Ricci, but their parents switched brides, and now Leonardo had to marry Sofia Ricci.
He felt hatred and anger claw his heart. He had heard the youngest daughter of the Ricci family was ugly and uneducated. The Ricci family didn't care about her because her mother was a bitch who betrayed her husband and used to sleep around. That was why Carlo Ricci left her and married Kat's mother. But now, her daughter, Sofia, was no better than her mother. She was following her mother intently.
Though it would be a contract marriage, he could not help but feel disgusted by the thought of being with a girl like Sofia Ricci for three years.
"Fuck!" He groaned, coming out of his father's study. "My life is so screwed," he yelled as he kicked the wall. "But wait for the worst to come, Sofia Ricci. I will make your life a living hell," he gritted out, staring at the void. "Welcome to hell, Sofia Ricci!" He sneered with hatred.
Cristiano’s eyes turned cold, his expression deadly, and Siena’s heart sank in gloom. “Your uncle… the Pakhan’s younger brother,” he replied, his voice stripped of all warmth.Siena finally let out the breath she had been holding, waiting for his answer.A wave of relief washed over her when she realized her father had not been responsible. Had he been, she would never have forgiven Cristiano—never. Yet she was still upset that Nikolai had protected the guilty instead of handing the culprit over to the Italian Mafia. He hadn’t punished his brother for assaulting and killing a woman, for dragging an innocent life into a brutal rivalry that was never hers to bear.And for that sin, Siena had paid the price.Years stolen. A life torn apart. Taken from her family and used as a pawn, all in the name of revenge that had never truly been hers.“Now hurry,” he ordered, impatience creeping in.She dragged a bag out from under the bed, its fabric scraping softly against the floor, and began st
After a while, Siena was fully dressed again. Cristiano was already pulling on his pants, tucking his shirt in with quick, practiced movements.“Siena, we’re leaving. Now,” he said quietly.“But how?” she whispered, then frowned as another thought struck her. “Why haven’t they started searching for you yet? Don’t they know you’re missing by now?”Cristiano’s mouth curved into a cold, knowing smirk. “Because your father didn’t keep me anywhere near this mansion.”Siena stiffened.“He kept me in a separate facility,” Cristiano continued. “A secure holding base. Far from here.”Siena’s eyes widened.Siena’s eyes widened in realization.When he saw the shock on her face, he nodded once, confirming it. “Yeah. That’s right. And I don’t feel bad about it—no matter what, we’re sworn enemies.” His voice hardened. “What hurt me was thinking you’d be safe with your father because he’s a powerful mafia leader. I was wrong. All he cared about was his reputation—not even his own children.”His jaw
His eyes narrowed, searching hers.“Are you kidding me, doll?!” His voice was deceptively calm, almost soft, but every word carried a storm. “You don’t know? Then why the hell did you send that text? You made me want to burn the whole world just for letting you go… cross seven oceans… face a thousand hells… just to bring you back to me.”“I still have a week until my next period, so I can’t be sure if I’m really pregnant. But I texted you,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper, hesitating. “…because I wanted to see whether you’d come for me or not. ”He kissed her forehead, smiling softly. His doll was smarter than he thought of her—she knew exactly how to use his weakness.She was his weakness.“But if I hadn’t texted you… would you have really given up on me?” she asked, her lips pouting, a soft note of complaint in her voice.Cristiano sighed, resting his forehead against hers. “I don’t know, doll… but I’m glad you played that little trick, and I came for you.”“So… it means…
Cristiano bit his bottom lip as he watched his wife, ready to tell her everything—because now there was nothing left to hide. Nothing he wanted to keep secret between them.“You weren’t safe there,” he murmured, pain etched deep into his features. His hand came up, rubbing over his eyes as if the weight of it all was finally crushing him.“Then what were you for?” she shot back, her voice shaking with fury as she struck his chest with her fist. “If you couldn’t even keep me safe!”“I was helpless,” he admitted, his shoulders lifting in a defeated shrug. “My family… and then you. I couldn’t choose.”Couldn’t choose? When he had already chosen them over her.Her breath hitched. Rage and heartbreak twisted together as she shoved him again—harder this time—but he didn’t move an inch.“Then why did you come now?” she demanded, tears burning her eyes. “Why are you here? Tell me. Go back to your family, then.”He stepped closer, his voice low, rough with truth and desperation.“Because no m
“So you’re really going to marry that bastard,” Cristiano said hoarsely, fury lacing every word, “while you’re pregnant with my child?”Siena frowned, pain flashing across her face as she pushed herself off the bed. His eyes followed her every step, unblinking, as if she might vanish if he looked away for even a second. She stopped right in front of him.And then her hand rose, colliding with his cheek. The sound of the slap cracked through the room.“You’re always so selfish,” she whisper-yelled, her body shaking with anger and hurt. “You only ever think about yourself.”She glared at him, lips trembling, the light in her eyes dimming as she added in a low, broken tone, “And how do you even know it’s your child?”Cristiano closed his eyes, his jaw tightening as if fighting for control—but in the next heartbeat, he moved. Suddenly, he was too close. One hand locked around her waist while the other gripped the back of her neck, dragging her closer as he surged forward and crushed his l
The words landed like a gunshot.Silence swallowed the room.Cristiano’s smirk faded—slowly, dangerously—his eyes darkening with irritation as he looked at her, something feral and possessive igniting beneath the surface.Nikolai’s eyes snapped to his daughter. “What did you say?” he growled.Cristiano’s jaw clenched, his grip tightening around the guns, muscles coiling as if ready to strike.“I’m just saying…” Siena said, her voice unsteady but resolute. “For once, let’s do this the decent way—without guns and knives. You know it as well as I do, Papa. Cristiano Vitelli alone is enough to wipe out the entire Bratva. If you raise a gun at him, he will fire back.”Her voice broke slightly.“I don’t want to watch the people I love bleed. Please.”Nikolai narrowed his eyes at the Italian don. Cristiano remained unmoved—calm, unreadable, deadly. Nikolai knew exactly what the man before him was capable of. That knowledge gnawed at him, feeding the fear he despised. It was why he had wante







