"You've vowed to be mine. There is no backing out. You'll belong to me, body and soul. I'll make sure you never forget that." Rose Anderson, an ambitious FBI agent, is sent on a dangerous undercover mission to investigate Luca Castillo, the ruthless mafia don of the Spanish mafia after rejecting her boss's advances. Determined to save her mother and prove her worth, she rises to the challenge. When the mission takes a more intense turn with an undue matrimony, she fights to gather evidence while unravelling the dark trails he covers. The closer she gets to the truth, the more perilous her situation becomes as her heart gets entwined in the mission. Will she choose her heart over what is right?
View More"Wear a pretty smile for the camera, mi querida," Luca whispered into my ears, but my heart raced too fast to hear him. "We don't want people thinking that we aren't a happy couple in love with each other. ¿Entendido?"We were standing at the entrance to the largest hall I had ever seen, and my anxiety had hit the roof. I managed to force a smile, hoping I didn't look constipated.I stared at him, taking a moment to understand the meaning of the last word before nodding, "Got it."The group of paparazzi who had swarmed us while we were walking inside had left me feeling nauseous, especially when they had all pointed their camera at me to find out more about my marriage with Luca.Nine p.m. on the dot, we made our entrance into the venue of the mafia ball, arm in arm. From the sudden shift in the atmosphere of the room, I could tell it was a grand entrance.My jaws slacked
CHAPTER 10I barely had the chance or space to protest as he bundled me like a criminal towards the very door I was peering at. I Squired in his arms, scratching and kicking but his skin felt like it was mad of solid iron. I even broke a nail.“Let me go,” I squealed but my voice came out muffled under his muscular arm gagging me.He remained silent, leading me to the room I had heard so much about and my eyes widened. Blood pumped in my chest as my heart raced furiously. Was I about to suffer the fate of the countless others rumored to have been last seen here?The door led to fling of stone stairs dimly lit by torches. I stared around curiously. There was nothing fancy there. As we moved further in, I felt my body weaken at the sour smell that hit my nostrils. Dried blood. Decayed flesh.We walked past a gate and my eyes widened. This place was some kind chamber. It w
CHAPTER 9“Leave me alone,” I shrieked as his figure loomed over me. My back was pressed against the wall as he closed the gap between us. He had a sardonic smile on his face as his hands trespassed, resting on my waist.“Isn’t this supposed to be our wedding night, Mrs. Castillo?” He questioned, his breath fanning my neck. The stench of alcohol accompanied every of his words.My breath hitched in my throat as I sucked in a sharp breath. “No. No. I only agreed to be your wife in paper and nothing more. Leave me alone!”Disgust swirled in my stomach as his bloody hands caressed my face.A smirk played on his lips. “You didn’t read the papers correctly then. It particularly stated that we would be a real couple, mi querida.” His stained fingers caressed my lips. “Besides, I need my heir as soon as possible.”
CHAPTER 8The worst day if my life was finally here. I blinked rapidly to keep the tears that threatened to fall at bay.I had always thought marriage to be something sacred. My hopes for my dream wedding which exceeded the clouds had crashed before my eyes.The dreams of my mother pecking my forehead in the dressing room before I walked to the altar. Her arms linked around mine as she led me to the altar, mocking my father wherever he was. The man with the key to my heart at the end of the altar smiling and even tearing up as I walked towards him. It had all disappeared like smoke in the wind.Now, I was a stranger at my own wedding. I took Isabella’s hands as she led me out of the to the altar. I walked with my head bowed, staring sideways at the unfamiliar sea of faces seated on the pews as I walked to the altar where Luca stood.Alonso obviously was repulsed by my very presen
I bowed my face to the ground, wishing it would just swallow me. So much for a good first impression. "Bienvenido, hijo mío," I heard her chirp—obviously to Luca, wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace. (Welcome, my son.) I stole a glance at her. Her Spanish heritage was very evident from her accent to her dressing and even the aesthetic of the whole estate. "Buenas noches, mamá." Luca's tone was neutral in response. Without waiting for a response, he continued. "Is he in?" She nodded slightly at him. Them she turned to me and I felt my face burn in embarrassment. I had made a mess of their porch and screwed my first impression with them. "¿Quién es esta hermosa dama?" She asked Luca, patting my cheeks to my surprise. I didn't know exactly what she said, but it sounded warm and hearty. (Who is this beautiful lady?) "This is my fiancée, mamá. Marta." Luca deadpanned, taking my hand in his warm ones. I felt shivers run down my spine at the contact." She wore a small
ROSEI suppressed the urge to throw up as Luca’s eyes locked with mine. Suspicion and rage were written clearly on his face, but he held an unnerving silence.I didn’t need to be told twice to know that I was in a dangerous corner. My next move could determine if that gun in his hand would fire right through my skull like the unfortunate man writhing in pain beside me. His breathing was laboured as he stared at me.“Don, this wh*re is a damned co…”“He tried to rape me,” I breathed out sharply, cutting him short. Luckily, he had yanked my gown off my shoulder in our brawl. Luca’s head cocked sideways as if trying to read the lies on my face and his expression was stern. I contorted my face into a pitiful one.The lighting in the room seemed to grow dimmer under his intense stare.“How did you get here?” he asked in a deadly calm voice, his fingers caressing the trigger of his gun as he aimed it at me. My heart leapt to my throat.Behind him, I caught sight of the shivering Sophia. S
ROSEI stared at the wedding dress that hung in the corner of the room like a testament of my doom.The wedding was tomorrow, just four days after I had so tragically met him. I could not understand why Luca wanted us married so soon.A looming sense of dread hung over me like a curtain as I scribbled down my observations into the little notebook I had gotten on my way back from getting the gown. The sooner I got done with this case and Luca was arrested, the better for all of us.My phone was in the purse I had lost when I was cruelly abducted, cutting off my connection to the world completely.I had barely seen Trevor around, but he left me clues around, informing me of his presence.It would be risky for him to be seen as with me, especially when cameras littered the ceiling of almost every room, including mine.I read through the last note he had left for me in my bathroom. It was a kind of clue.'The door at the end of the hallway in the fifth hallways. It's secured by two guard
LUCA "Mantén los ojos en ella." My order was clear as I spoke to Hugo, my most trusted soldier. (Keep your eyes on her). He nodded sharply, understanding even the words I didn't say. The soldiers who I had sent to take care of the rat, a mole, in my mafia had been lucky to capture the witness. I hated trails. Anger simmered beneath my skin when they informed me that there was a witness. I was ready to spill their blood to cover my tracks, but they knew me well enough to have captured the witness. I would have wasted her unique beauty by putting a bullet through her head on the first glance if my sixth sense didn't tell me that there was more to her. Besides, she had come just at the right time. Speaking of time, I lifted my wrist to check the time on my wristwatch. My shipment was late by half an hour. A scowl etched itself on my face. I hated delays. The 'coke' was supposed to have arrived and be ready for supply, but it was delayed by the ever punctual suppliers, El Chacal,
His bride?Luca had left the room without giving me much of a choice. What other choice did I have anyway?My stomach churned with sadness and disbelief. I cursed Chief Slade mentally. I had been reduced from a deserving FBI agent to a criminal's bride, all for the sake of my career and my mother's health. If he wasn't so perverted, I would never be in this mess. I wondered how my mother was doing. She was never in support of my career as an agent. She always thought it to be a dangerous job. I was suddenly seeing her point. Was my dream of being a top senior agent just a fantasy?Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. One of the men in the room freed me from the chair of death that I sat in, but I was too weak to stand.The urge to run out of there lingered, but the rational part of me cautioned me against it. I had irrationally gone after the voice outside the club, and it had led me to this mess. Surprisingly, it had also led me straight to my target. As much as I hated the situation
The crisp autumn air stung my skin as I stepped out of the plane in the country of Spain. My heart pounded with the weight of what lay ahead.This was the price I had to pay for a promotion that I clearly deserved. This was my price for rejecting my boss's advances towards me when I requested a promotion and a raise, all for my sick mother who was battling with sickle cell anaemia.Life they say is unfair, but mine was beyond that. It was cruel. I had become accustomed to struggling ever since my dad decided to just disappear from my life because he couldn't handle my mother's health crisis anymore.I had struggled, working and schooling, just to afford my mother's medication and hospitalisation, and had successfully achieved my dream of being an FBI agent.The dream had slowly become a nightmare when I watched the people who had gotten in at the same time with me get promoted to the position of a senior agent, leaving me at the bottom with a salary that could no longer cover my moth...
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