All Chapters of Undercover with the Mafia Don: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

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

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

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

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.”