In The Wrong Mafia Don's Bed

Chapter 3

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de with the suffocating scent of stale cigars and my father's silent despair. I had bar

ichard, muttered, staring blank

posture rigid and her face devoid of its usual warmth. "

thless laugh escaping my

id, his voice hollow. "Frankie will

nerate. The notorious playboy who practically li

door. "No! You can't do this! I won't ma

"Wake up, Isabella! The Griffin empire is crumbling. The Kramer family is circling us like vultures. Do you think your pink Bentley and your trust fund wi

to intervene, to protect me like he always did, but he couldn't even meet my eyes. Th

ne softening just a fraction, though her grip remai

my sister. Defeated by the terrifying reality of poverty and the mo

ien

tongue when I opened my eyes. The air was freezing, thick with th

them," a voice snar

xedo jacket torn, his knuckles bruised and bleeding. He had clearly put up a

turning to me with wild eyes. "I am no

stone floor, my muscles heavy and

ocked us in a f

"Elena invoked the Old Law. The Enforcers are loyal to the tradition. If we fight our way out tonight, we

nic bleeding into his anger. "So what? We jus

ll as my mind rapidly calculated our exit strategy. "We stand a

yes narrowing in the dim,

na her public alliance to stabilize the territory. But behind closed doors, the girls remain untouched. When the time is ri

rk, cynical smirk slowly forming

d by a cold, calculated fury. The Griffin sisters thought they were securing their s

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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.”