Bella Russo never thought her life would change so drastically at 18. To save her family from ruin, she is forced into a marriage with Dominic Luciano Moretti, a powerful and ruthless mafia boss ten years older than her. On their wedding night, he takes Bella to his room, staring at her with eyes filled with lust he spoke to her directly for the first time " undress". Scared and trembling, she begged him for time, saying, “I’m not ready yet. I’m only 18.” But Dominic doesn’t care. He steps closer, his voice low and dangerous. “You should have said you wanted me to undress you myself... and I don’t mind doing that.” When his lips touch hers, Bella fights to push him away. Her hands press against his chest, but her touch only fuels his desire. hot breaths coming from his mouth, he thought to himself,how this little kid is able to get him this aroused,Dominic won’t stop until he has her completely.with a sharp move he unzipped her dress and started removing the dress, and slowly her boobs came to view, he gulped down nothing as he saw the size, it was unexpectedly lemon sized, he cupped her boobs in his hands causing her to moan out, the effect that had on him was unhealthy, he resumed kissing her crazily, Thrown into a world of passion and danger, Bella must find her strength while living with a man who sees her as his to claim. Can she survive the darkness of his world and uncover the love hidden behind his cold exterior? Or will she lose herself in the fire?
View MoreIn his private study, Dominic paced, his thoughts racing. Bella’s questions about the artifacts seemed too calculated to be mere curiosity. Could her father have sent her to steal something? The dagger alone was priceless, and in the wrong hands, it could be sold for millions.He pulled out his phone and dialed Angelo. “I want tighter surveillance on Bella,” he ordered. “I need to know her every move.”Angelo didn’t question him. “Understood, boss.”Dominic hung up, his jaw clenched. If Bella thought she could deceive him, she was mistaken. He would uncover the truth no matter what it took.The morning light streamed through the mansion’s floor-to-ceiling windows as Bella nervously approached Dominic’s study. She’d been debating all morning whether to ask him for permission to go out, and the thought of facing his icy stare wasn’t particularly inviting. But she needed clothes most of her belongings had been left behind when she was rushed into this new life.Taking a deep breath, Bell
Bella closed the door to her room softly, her heart still racing from the tension downstairs. She leaned against it, exhaling deeply. The cold, unreadable look in Dominic's eyes when he caught her sneaking out lingered in her mind. She couldn’t tell if he believed her excuse or if he simply chose not to press her further.Crossing the room, she picked up her phone from the bedside table. Her father’s earlier message flashed on the screen: “come eat with us if you can, we'll wait for you, I Hope you are managing?.” Bella frowned, her fingers hesitating over the keyboard. She knew what he was trying to say, but sneaking out for something so simple had caused more trouble than she expected.She typed quickly, her thumbs flying over the screen. “I can’t come out to eat with you again. It’s too risky, also I'm fine .” she felt sad because she really missed her family even though it hasn't even been up to a week since she came here.The message was short, but the weight of it pressed on her
Dominic returned home late, the weight of the day heavy on his shoulders. The massive Moretti estate loomed in the moonlight, a fortress that mirrored his cold and unyielding world. As he stepped inside, the dim lighting and familiar silence welcomed him.But then, a soft flicker of light caught his attention.He moved toward the living room, where the television was still on. There, curled up on the couch, was Bella. She was fast asleep, her delicate features illuminated by the glow of the screen. Her soft breathing was the only sound in the otherwise silent house.Dominic stopped, his gaze lingering on her.She looked serene, her expression devoid of the tension that had clouded her features earlier. Her dark hair framed her face, and her lips, slightly parted in sleep, were inviting in a way he couldn’t ignore. His eyes roamed over her, her long lashes, the curve of her cheek, the way her body fit snugly beneath the blanket draped over her.For a fleeting moment, Dominic felt somet
The late morning sun illuminated the Moretti estate, he remembered the quiet breakfast he had with Bella, he went out of the estate but some thoughts didn't leave his head. Dominic was far from the peaceful serenity of his home. He sat in the backseat of a sleek black car, his demeanor cold and calculating as the vehicle sped toward the warehouse on the outskirts of the city.In the underworld, Dominic Luciano Moretti was more than just a name. He was a force of nature, a man whose reputation for efficiency, ruthlessness, and unshakable control had cemented his place at the top of the mafia hierarchy. This morning was no exception there was business to handle, and loose ends to tie up.The car pulled up to a nondescript industrial building. The surrounding area was desolate, the kind of place no one would think twice about avoiding. Dominic stepped out of the car, his presence commanding even in silence. His men, clad in dark suits, fell into formation around him as they entered the b
The sunlight streamed through the large windows, bathing the room in soft golden light. Bella stirred in the bed, her eyes fluttering open. For a moment, she forgot where she wasthen the memories of the wedding, the coldness of Dominic’s presence, and the unnerving event from the night before rushed back to remembering how he left her half naked His words echoing in her ears"I'm not in the mood again" the intense kiss scene playing in her head again.She brushed her hands against her lips thinking about how she had lost her first kiss.She sat up in bed, feeling the coolness of the sheets against her skin. Her wedding gown, still hanging from a chair in the corner, she had tossed it away and changed into comfortable clothes, the wedding dress felt like a distant reminder of the girl she used to be. The girl who once dreamed of romance, of love none of which had come from this marriage.She glanced over at Dominic’s side of the bed. He wasn’t there. The sheets were smooth, as though
The small chapel was adorned with modest white roses, their soft fragrance filling the air. Bella Russo stood at the altar, her fingers clutching a bouquet that felt heavier than it should.Her wedding gown was a vision of understated elegance, its ivory lace shimmering faintly in the dim light. The fitted bodice highlighted her slender frame, while the flowing skirt and delicate veil gave her an ethereal appearance. She looked like a bride from a fairytale, but nothing about this day felt magical.Dominic Moretti stood beside her, towering and silent. His tailored black suit hugged his broad shoulders, and his sharp features betrayed no emotion. He hadn’t said a single word since arriving, yet his mere presence commanded the attention of everyone in the room.On one side of the aisle sat Bella’s father and sister, their faces heavy with guilt and sadness. On the other, Dominic’s family radiated power and cold detachment. The contrast was stark, and Bella felt like an outsider in her
The knock came just as Bella Russo put down her fork, its sharp echo cutting through the tension that had been building all evening.Antonio Russo stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. He shot a nervous glance at Bella, then at Elena, his elder daughter, who sat stiffly at the edge of her chair. No one said a word.Bella frowned, her chest tightening with unease. “Who is it?” she asked, though deep down, she already knew.Her father ignored her, walking to the door with heavy, hesitant steps. When he opened it, the man standing on the threshold seemed to fill the entire doorway, his presence overwhelming.Bella’s breath hitched.The man tall, broad-shouldered, and impeccably dressed in a black suit stepped into their small home without waiting for an invitation. His movements were fluid, his air of authority undeniable. Everything about him was sharp: his jawline, his high cheekbones, the piercing gray eyes that scanned the room with a predator's calm.For a brief mome
The knock came just as Bella Russo put down her fork, its sharp echo cutting through the tension that had been building all evening.Antonio Russo stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. He shot a nervous glance at Bella, then at Elena, his elder daughter, who sat stiffly at the edge of her chair. No one said a word.Bella frowned, her chest tightening with unease. “Who is it?” she asked, though deep down, she already knew.Her father ignored her, walking to the door with heavy, hesitant steps. When he opened it, the man standing on the threshold seemed to fill the entire doorway, his presence overwhelming.Bella’s breath hitched.The man tall, broad-shouldered, and impeccably dressed in a black suit stepped into their small home without waiting for an invitation. His movements were fluid, his air of authority undeniable. Everything about him was sharp: his jawline, his high cheekbones, the piercing gray eyes that scanned the room with a predator's calm.For a brief mome...
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