In The Wrong Mafia Don's Bed

Author: Breenda

Chapter 1

Word Count: 684 | Released on: Today at 14:18

ella

Trinity Cathedral usually brought me peace. Today,

ting into my knees. It was early March, and the Chicago wind howling o

lickering flame mirrored the flash of cameras from

r, the spoiled princess of our rival family, standing in her pristine white silk gown, loudly mocking the Griffin family's crumbling empire. She had delib

ead of my restraint. The crystal goblet of Bordeaux in my hand had tipped, th

pted. A public vende

*he* had s

n Mor

tfit. The undisputed king

voice. He hadn't even looked at Victoria. He had simply walked up to me, his tailored black sui

sweating, and delivered his verdict wi

lled. A li

foolish, reckless girl in front of the entire Chicago elite, forcing my father to ship me off to Flo

e Virgin Mary, my voice echoing

white. "Damien Moretti is a cold-blooded monster. He ruined my

with a toxic mix of anger and helplessness. In our world, a Don's word was a

hissed, the venom tasting bitter on my

t through the nave, making th

ound broke the heavy silence. It was faint-a low, dark s

heavy velvet curtains obscuring whoever was inside. A suffocating weight pressed d

, the sharp click of heels

oyal associate, hurrying toward me wi

asked softly, her eyes darting

my heart to slow its frantic beating. I cast one last, une

nking my arm through Nina's. "But God isn't the one

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“When our family empire crumbled, my sister and I were sold off as collateral to the Chicago Outfit. My fierce sister Frankie was forced to marry Damien Moretti, the terrifying Don. I was shackled to his brother Leo, a notorious, degenerate playboy. I thought my life was over, but the real nightmare began on our wedding night. A terrified maid handed me the wrong room key. Exhausted and numb, I crawled into a dark honeymoon suite, praying my new husband would be too drunk to find me. Instead, the heavy door opened, and a man fueled by a drug-laced drink stepped in. He was ruthless, punishing, and entirely stripped away my dignity in the pitch black. When the morning light finally broke, I turned my head, expecting to see Leo's boyish face. Instead, I saw a profile carved from ice. Damien Moretti. The Don. My sister's husband. The very man who had previously called me a "liability" and ruined my life. When he realized who I was, his eyes filled with absolute, chilling disgust. He dragged me out of the ruined sheets, threw me onto the floor of a freezing shower, and demanded to know why I had sneaked into his suite. "You ruined me. How am I supposed to look at Frankie? You should have just killed me. Kill me now, Damien. It would be a mercy compared to this." I sobbed, the freezing water mingling with my tears. He just stared down at me with cold, unreadable intent. I was now trapped in a house of monsters, carrying the Don's darkest secret, and I had to figure out how to survive without destroying my sister.”