Pampered By The Ruthless Chicago Don

Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 681 | Released on: 09/04/2026

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he soft clinking of glass ceased, leaving

ck to me. He stood at the edge of the bed, a towering shadow of autho

r about your du

"you will call me Isabella. Not 'wife,' not 'madam.' Second, you will sit down an

. No one gave the Don of Chicago orders. But after a tense standoff, he moved to the

ded with every luxury and the absolute protection of the Russo family. In return, you will remain

on. "Perfectly. A pure transaction. Which means you will also strictly h

nding deal he had signed to secure the shipping routes-seemed to

The negotiation was over; it was time to consummate the alliance

y and cigars," I murmured, steppin

y. Instead, he let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated

opped dead in his tracks. I hadn't undressed in a panic. Instead, I was propped against the silk pillo

ustrations, then up to my face. The te

e dropping an octave, thick

tare with a lazy smile. "I thought a man of yo

pinned my wrists above my head. His mouth crashed down on mine, tasting of mint and danger. It wasn't a gentle claiming; it was a primal, possessi

e sharp click of a p

a crisp charcoal suit, his hair perfectly slicked back, looking as untouchable as he had yesterday. H

and leaving absolutely no room for negotiation

e. Without a word, I simply turned my back to him, pulled

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“I was sold to Damien Russo, the ruthless Don of Chicago, as collateral in a shipping route transaction. I was expected to be a silent, obedient bride in a cold, loveless marriage. But the moment I stepped into the Russo estate, I realized my new family wanted to completely destroy me. My mother-in-law, Eleonora, and her arrogant relatives immediately targeted me. They set traps in the solarium, mocked my late mother's heritage, and tried to force me into humiliating submission using their strict mafia traditions. They wanted to break my spirit so Damien would replace me with the bride they actually wanted-a purebred mafia princess. They expected me to cower in fear, isolated and helpless, while the whole family watched my public humiliation and waited for my downfall. Did they really think I was just a fragile girl who would cry and run away? They completely underestimated the survival instincts of a woman who grew up in this bloody world. I learned long ago that tears are worthless. "My rules are simple. Vendetta is a two-way street." Instead of breaking, I smiled. I weaponized their own legendary ancestors and the sacred promise of an unborn heir to trap the Matriarch in her own rules, forcing her into a suffocating silence. If they wanted a war for the throne, I would gladly show them exactly why I am the undisputed Mafia Queen.”