Sold to the most ruthless mafia boss to settle her father’s debts, she learned to survive by playing the perfect, obedient wife. But beneath her submissive facade, she waited for the right moment to escape—to reunite with the one she truly loved. The night finally came. With her husband drugged and asleep, freedom was within reach. Yet, just as she thought she had won, he found her. His touch was deceptively gentle, his grip unyielding. With a chilling whisper, he shattered her hopes: "Did you really think you could leave me?"
もっと見るElena’s POVThe air in the hidden room was thick with tension. Every breath felt like a struggle, every heartbeat like the ticking of a time bomb. Had they truly left? Or was this another trap?Through the thin cracks in the wooden planks, I could still hear the heavy boots retreating, the muffled curses of men frustrated that their prey had slipped through their fingers.Then came the voice that sent a wave of relief through me.“Let’s move,” the leader of the gang ordered. “There’s nothing here. We’ll search the other sectors before dawn.”I stayed frozen, barely daring to breathe, as the enforcer who had been moments away from opening our hiding spot hesitated.“But, boss, I swear I—”“I said we move,” the leader cut in sharply. “Do you want to waste time on ghosts, or do you think they could escape the gun we shot at them?”A tense silence.Then, finally—A grunt of frustration, followed by heavy footsteps retreating toward the door.The battered man who had saved us groaned in pa
Elena’s POVThe air was thick with dust, the scent of blood clinging to the wooden walls of our hidden space. Every nerve in my body was on edge, my breath shallow as I pressed myself against the cold wall, feeling the faint rise and fall of Alessandro’s weak breathing beside me.The only thing between us and death was a thin wooden partition—and the man who had saved us was now at the mercy of the killers searching for us.Then came the sound that made my stomach lurch.Shattering glass.A loud crash, followed by the heavy stomping of boots. They were inside.My body tensed. I knew this moment would come, but I had hoped—prayed—that we would have had more time.“Search every damn room!” a voice barked. The authority in it sent a cold chill through my veins. These men were trained killers. Ruthless. Efficient. If they found us, there would be no second chances.I swallowed the fear rising in my throat, shifting my focus to Alessandro’s unconscious form beside me. His wounds still look
Elena’s POVDarkness.It wrapped around me, thick and suffocating. My body felt like dead weight, pain pulsing through every limb, my mind struggling to surface from the void.Then, a sharp ache in my side made me gasp.I was awake.I blinked, my vision blurry as the dim lighting of an unfamiliar room came into focus. The air smelled of antiseptic and something earthy, like damp wood. The mattress beneath me was thin and stiff, and a rough wool blanket scratched against my skin.Where the hell was I?Memories hit me like a sudden storm—gunfire, Alessandro bleeding out, the car chase, the crash. The darkness swallowing us whole.My breathing hitched.Alessandro.I tried to sit up, but pain sliced through my ribs. A groan slipped from my lips, and my body betrayed me, too weak to fight. My arms trembled under my weight before I collapsed back onto the bed.The door creaked open.I forced my gaze toward it, my muscles tensing as a shadow stepped inside.A man—broad-shouldered, mid-fortie
Elena’s POVA deadly silence filled the room after Alessandro hung up the phone. His face was carved from stone, his usual calm sharpened into something lethal.“They’re coming,” he said, already strapping a gun to his side.I swallowed hard. “How many?”He looked at me. “All of them.”My stomach twisted, but I forced myself to stand straighter. This was what I had been training for.A voice crackled over the radio. “Boss, we’ve got movement. Black SUVs approaching fast. They’re not here to negotiate.”Alessandro grabbed another gun, handing it to me. “Stay close. Don’t hesitate.”I nodded, gripping the cold metal in my hand. My heart pounded, but I wasn’t the same woman who had been helpless weeks ago.I was ready.The moment we stepped outside, chaos erupted.The first SUV screeched to a halt at the mansion gates, and the second followed right behind it. Then the doors burst open, and they poured out—men dressed in dark suits, armed to the teeth.Gunfire cracked through the night.I
(Elena’s POV)It started with small things.At first, I was just watching. Observing the way Alessandro moved through his world, the way his men responded to him with unquestioned loyalty. It was fascinating—and terrifying.But slowly, I found myself getting more involved.It wasn’t intentional. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe it was the strange pull I felt toward Alessandro and his life, a world I had spent so long trying to escape.Either way, I was learning.And Alessandro noticed.“You’ve been paying attention.”I glanced up from the papers spread out in front of me, my fingers still hovering over a document I had been reading. It was coded in a way I didn’t fully understand yet—lists of transactions, shipments, and names that carried more weight than I could comprehend.Alessandro leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me with an unreadable expression.I swallowed, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “I… was just curious.”He smirked. “Curious about how crimina
(Elena’s POV) The silence between us stretched, thick with unspoken words. Alessandro’s fingers were still intertwined with mine, his grip firm yet hesitant—like he wasn’t sure if I would pull away. But I didn’t. For the first time, I wasn’t running. I wasn’t sure if that made me brave or foolish. Maybe both. He exhaled slowly, his thumb brushing against my skin, sending a shiver up my arm. “So, what now?” I swallowed, my throat dry. “I don’t know.” A wry smirk ghosted his lips. “For someone who just made a life-changing decision, you don’t seem very sure about anything.” I let out a breathless laugh, shaking my head. “That’s because I’m not.” I wasn’t sure what this was between us. I wasn’t sure if it was built on something real or if it was just the weight of shared scars pressing us together. But for once, I wasn’t trying to analyze or escape it. Alessandro’s expression softened in a way I wasn’t used to seeing. He wasn’t the cold, calculated Mafia boss in this moment.
(Elena’s POV)The night was unnervingly quiet. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my body aching from exhaustion but my mind refusing to shut down.I wasn’t sure how I ended up back here, in Alessandro’s world, in his space. I had spent months convincing myself that I was better off without him, that I needed to be free from his control.And yet, here I was.I turned on my side, wincing at the dull pain in my ribs. The wound wasn’t deep, but it was enough to remind me how close I had come to dying tonight.If Alessandro hadn’t shown up…I shook the thought away, unwilling to dwell on it.I hated that I owed him my life.I hated even more that some part of me didn’t mind.A soft knock on the door broke through my thoughts.I hesitated. “Come in.”The door creaked open, and Alessandro stepped inside. He had changed out of his bloodstained clothes, now wearing a black fitted t-shirt and sweatpants—something far more casual than I had ever seen him in.His presence filled the room imme
(Elena’s POV)The air was thick with the scent of blood and gunpowder, yet the only thing I could focus on was Alessandro. He stood there, gun still in his hand, his dark eyes locked onto mine.I wanted to say something, to ask him why he was here, why he had saved me after letting me go. But the words stuck in my throat.The silence stretched between us, heavy with everything left unsaid.Finally, Alessandro exhaled, stepping closer. “You’re hurt.”His voice was calm, but I could hear the tension underneath it. He reached out, his fingers grazing the wound on my side. I sucked in a breath, the sharp sting forcing me to pull away.“It’s nothing,” I muttered, though the pain was already making my head spin.His jaw tightened. “Don’t lie to me.”I huffed, but before I could protest further, he holstered his gun and grabbed my wrist. “Come on.”I hesitated. “Where are we going?”“Somewhere safe.”I almost laughed at that. “Safe? Since when is anywhere safe with you?”His grip on my wrist
Elena’s POVThe scent of blood and gunpowder still lingered in the air. My pulse thrummed in my ears as I stared at Alessandro, his grip firm on my chin. His dark eyes locked onto mine, filled with something I couldn’t quite decipher.“Still think you don’t belong to me?” he murmured.I should have said yes. I should have shoved him away. But I was too shaken by what had just happened—the ambush, the violence, the way Alessandro had moved through the chaos like he was untouchable.“I don’t belong to anyone,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.A ghost of a smirk touched his lips, but there was something else in his expression now. Not amusement. Not arrogance. Something… different.He released me and took a step back, his posture shifting from dominating to something almost thoughtful.“You know,” he said, rolling up his bloodstained sleeves, “this isn’t the first time I’ve walked out of a room full of bodies.”I shuddered at the casual way he said it, but I knew it was true. He had been ra
ELENA'S POV The scent of whiskey and cigar smoke clung to the air, thick and suffocating. My father’s trembling hands gripped my arm too tightly as he led me through the grand double doors of the De Luca estate. The mansion loomed ahead, its cold marble floors gleaming under the chandeliers, its towering walls a gilded cage I was being delivered into.I had known this day would come, but the finality of it settled into my bones like ice.The man waiting for me at the end of the long hall sat in a high-backed chair, one hand lazily resting on the armrest, the other swirling a glass of dark liquor. He did not rise when we entered. He didn’t have to. Power clung to him effortlessly, as natural as breathing.Alessandro De Luca.His name alone sent shivers down the spines of men who thought themselves untouchable. Ruthless, calculating, and feared. My father’s last bargaining chip in a debt he could never repay. And now, I was the payment."Mr. De Luca," my father stammered, squeezing my ...
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