She Returned: A Mafia Boss’s Nightmare

She Returned: A Mafia Boss's Nightmare

Gavin

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The man who swore he would burn the world down for me has been married to another woman for three years. I found out the day I was finally discharged from the Swiss clinic he'd sent me to. I flew home to surprise him, only to discover my release was a year overdue. He had forged my medical reports, painting me as a fragile, broken thing just to keep me locked away while he built a new life. His new wife, Isabella, hit me with her car. He defended her, calling me hysterical. She stole my art portfolio and claimed it as her own, and he forced me to take the blame to protect his family's reputation. She even killed her own puppy to frame me. While I jumped into a freezing river to retrieve my father's medallion that she'd thrown in, he stood on the terrace pointing out a meteor shower to her. The final betrayal came when Isabella faked her own kidnapping and named me as the culprit. I didn't understand. This was Dante Moretti, the Devil of the East Coast, my guardian, the man who had sworn to be my shield. Why was he letting this woman destroy me piece by piece? Believing I was the kidnapper, he had me tied to a helicopter, dragged across a field, and left me for dead. But I didn't die. I survived. Five years later, I have a new name, a new life, and a husband who loves me. And today, I just ran into Dante on the street. He looked at me like he'd seen a ghost.

Chapter 1

The man who swore he would burn the world down for me has been married to another woman for three years. I found out the day I was finally discharged from the Swiss clinic he'd sent me to.

I flew home to surprise him, only to discover my release was a year overdue. He had forged my medical reports, painting me as a fragile, broken thing just to keep me locked away while he built a new life.

His new wife, Isabella, hit me with her car. He defended her, calling me hysterical. She stole my art portfolio and claimed it as her own, and he forced me to take the blame to protect his family's reputation.

She even killed her own puppy to frame me. While I jumped into a freezing river to retrieve my father's medallion that she'd thrown in, he stood on the terrace pointing out a meteor shower to her.

The final betrayal came when Isabella faked her own kidnapping and named me as the culprit.

I didn't understand. This was Dante Moretti, the Devil of the East Coast, my guardian, the man who had sworn to be my shield. Why was he letting this woman destroy me piece by piece?

Believing I was the kidnapper, he had me tied to a helicopter, dragged across a field, and left me for dead. But I didn't die. I survived. Five years later, I have a new name, a new life, and a husband who loves me. And today, I just ran into Dante on the street. He looked at me like he'd seen a ghost.

Chapter 1

Elara POV:

The man who swore he would burn the world down for me has been married to another woman for three years.

I found out the same day I received my acceptance letter to the Parisian art academy. The crisp paper in my hand was supposed to be a ticket to a future I thought we would build together. I had planned to fly home, to surprise him, to fall into his arms and tell him that the girl he'd sent away to heal was finally whole again.

The clinic director smiled warmly as she handed me my discharge papers. "All clear, Miss Elara. Though, I must admit, your departure is somewhat overdue."

I frowned, my fingers tightening on the envelope from Paris. "What do you mean?"

"Your file indicates you were medically cleared for release a full year ago. We were simply following Mr. Moretti's instructions to continue your treatment protocol."

A knot of ice tightened in my gut. I remembered the medical reports Dante had sent me every month-thick packets of paper detailing my "worsening PTSD," filled with charts and doctors' notes that painted me as a fragile, broken thing.

It has to be a clerical error. A mistake.

Propelled by a frantic energy buzzing beneath my skin, I booked the first flight out of Switzerland. I needed to see him. I needed to look into his eyes and have him tell me it was all a lie.

The car dropped me off a block away from his club, a sleek, black monolith that pulsed with the city's heartbeat. Dante Moretti, the Devil of the East Coast, the absolute ruler of the Moretti crime family. He'd inherited the throne at twenty-five after his father's assassination, and in the ten years since, he'd consolidated power with a ruthlessness that made old men tremble. He was a legend, a monster to his enemies, a king to his men.

He was my guardian, my protector, my entire world.

I was about to walk toward the entrance when I heard voices from the alley. Two of Dante's Soldiers, their broad shoulders filling the narrow space.

"Can you believe it's almost the Don's third anniversary?" one of them chuckled. "Never thought I'd see the day he settled down."

"With Isabella Rossi, no less," the other replied, lighting a cigarette. "Ends the war, puts a pretty queen on his arm. Smart move."

The world tilted, the words hitting me like a physical blow. My feet felt nailed to the pavement.

"Still, feel bad for the other one," the first man said, his voice lower. "The Capo's daughter. The Don had to forge all those medical reports to keep her locked up in Europe while he handled the marriage. Said her head wasn't right after the kidnapping."

"It's a contract."

The voice was a low rumble that sliced through the night, a voice I knew better than my own. Dante. He had stepped into the alley, his silhouette a perfect, terrifying cut against the dim light.

"The marriage ends once she gives me an heir. It's business."

"And the girl? Elara?" one of the men asked.

"Isabella is my wife," Dante's voice was as cold and hard as granite. "Protecting her is my duty. That's all."

The words slammed into me, knocking the air from my lungs. The ground seemed to drop away from beneath my feet. It wasn't a mistake. It was a lie. Three years of my life, stolen. The man I loved, the man who had held me after my father was executed and sworn to be my shield, had married someone else.

My father, a loyal Capo, had been gunned down by rivals when I was eighteen. At the funeral, a young Dante, then the Underboss, had stepped in front of me, shielding my tear-streaked face from the flashing cameras of the press. He'd quietly had the photographers' cameras smashed and their bodies dumped in an alley. From that day on, he was my world. He became my guardian, and I fell for him with the fierce, all-consuming devotion of a girl who had lost everything else.

After I confessed my love, we began a secret, passionate affair. That love made me a target. I was kidnapped by the Rossi family, tortured for information I didn't have. Dante's Vendetta was swift and biblical. He burned their warehouses to the ground and hunted down every man involved. He held my trembling body, promised to make me his wife, his queen, as soon as I was "well."

He sent me to a private clinic in Europe, a gilded cage where he visited every month, his touch the only thing that soothed the violent terrors that haunted my nights. He swore he was waiting for me.

My phone buzzed. His name flashed on the screen.

I answered, my throat tight.

"Elara," he said, his voice clipped. "I'm busy. Is everything alright?"

"I... I just wanted to hear your voice," I whispered.

"I'll call you tomorrow. Be good." He hung up.

The dead air on the line was a mirror to the new emptiness inside me. Shattered, my body moved on its own, a hollowed-out shell stumbling to the penthouse we had once shared, the one he kept for me. The key was still under the mat.

I let myself in, the air thick with the scent of a strange perfume. And then I heard it. The unmistakable, rhythmic sounds of passion coming from the master bedroom. His voice, a low groan, and a woman's soft sigh.

My knees gave out. I sank to the floor, a strangled, broken sound escaping my lips. It was real. All of it.

My phone rang again. An unknown number.

"Is this Elara?" a woman's cold, imperious voice asked. Caterina Moretti. Dante's mother. The Matriarch.

"Yes."

"I'll give you one hundred million dollars," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Disappear from my son's life. He has a wife now. You are no longer needed."

I looked toward the closed bedroom door, the sounds from within a fresh wave of agony. My father's face flashed in my mind-his death had been the beginning of this. Dante's promise had been a lie built upon his grave.

"I'll visit my father's grave on the anniversary of his death," I said, my voice hollow. "After that, you'll never see me again."

Then I ended the call.

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