The Mafia King's Pregnant Captive Bride

Author: Rutledge Shepp

Chapter 1

Word Count: 690 | Released on: Today at 10:06

ive roses, a suffocating perfume that failed to mask the rot of her jealousy. I stood b

er woman, Cecile's loyal enforcer, lo

ton dress. I was a Rossi. The last of my bloodline, a hostage

ff you," Bertha threatened,

l to the floor. I stood naked under the ha

," she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "Dirty Rossi blood. You are nothing but

fluttered to the floor-a La Perla lace lingerie set

re going to Damien's bed tonight.

ilk and lace over my sk

ce against my pale skin seemed to snap something inside

ly burning with a fierce, stinging heat. I didn't flinch. I didn't raise a hand to protect

hot against my face. "You are a tool. If you dare to harbor any delusions of grandeur, I will erase

hispered, keeping

f, satisfied she had broken

y for me. The stark white Italian marble and blinding chrome fixtures offere

yingly calm. There were no tears. The Rossi family had bled

stark red bloom on my cheek. My skin was notoriously sensitive

tched him from the shadows. I knew he possessed a dark, obsessive protect

y cheek. I rubbed and kneaded the flesh mercilessly until the red deep

down hard. A sharp copper taste flooded my mouth as

k lace was a masterpiece of vulnerability. Cecile thought she had gi

pped against the

s gravelly voice called out

from my chin, unlocked the do

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“I am the last surviving Rossi, a hostage kept alive solely to be a breeding vessel for the rival Falcone mafia family. The Underboss's wife, Cecile, stripped me bare, slapped me fiercely, and forced me into black lace to warm her husband's bed. "You are nothing but a temporary container to breed the heir I cannot give my husband." She planned to steal my future child and dispose of me the moment I served my purpose. In this ruthless estate, her maids and Damien's mistresses mocked me constantly, waiting for the dirty Rossi leftover to be discarded like trash. I remembered my family begging for mercy right before they were slaughtered by Falcone soldiers. Submission in their world only meant a faster execution. Why should I just accept my fate as a disposable incubator while the monsters who ruined my bloodline paraded as untouched royalty? Instead of cowering, I mercilessly rubbed my bruised cheek until it turned a vicious purple, biting my lip until it bled. I walked into Damien's study, looking the ruthless Underboss dead in the eye. "Cecile can give him a name, but I will give him a spine." When Damien saw my ruined face and heard my defiance, the cold monster finally snapped. He didn't just protect his property; he publicly stripped his wife of her power, banished his mistresses, and locked the family's reigning sapphires around my neck. Cecile thought she was sending me to the slaughterhouse, but she had just handed me the throne.”