In The Wrong Mafia Don's Bed

Chapter 5

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. The vaulted ceilings were painted with Sicilian myths, but the air felt like a tomb. The moment we stepped inside, the fr

wide, nervous eyes darted between Frankie's retreating form and my shivering, lace-draped figure. Making a split-second assumption about which bride belonged

s faded into a heavy, oppressive silence. Oil portraits of past Moretti *Dons* glared down at me from the silk-lined w

posing back came into

my stiletto caught on the slick, polished marble.

p into Damien's bottomless, dead eyes. For a split second, the sheer, terrifying power radiating from him paralyzed me

w clenched in absolute disgust. Reaching into his tailored suit jacket, he pulled out a pristine white

just collateral to him; I was a liability. Filth. I lifted my chin, my hands trembling with a toxic

ampagne glasses and watchful eyes. I stood near the edge of the dan

, arrogant smirk on his face. Suddenly, his heavy dress shoe came down hard on the

, camera-ready smile, gracefully leaning into Leo's chest. She w

ed hard. For the rest of the song, he held her with stiff, terrified precision, treating her like a live explosive. A tiny, fierce spark of hope

e morning, I was entirely numb. The same nervous maid found

It didn't look like Leo's style, but I was too exhausted to care. I stripped off the suffocating wedding dress, leaving it in a heap on the floor. Crawling into the cen

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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.”