In The Wrong Mafia Don's Bed

Chapter 6

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portraits of past Moretti Dons stared down at me, their cold eyes judging my every move. I had just spent hours playing the dutiful groom, parading a bri

he honeymoon suite, my jaw cl

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in the middle of the hallway. He held a silver tra

l?" I asked, my vo

eping his eyes respectfully lowered. "From our home

rate Elena was to secure an heir and prevent me from annulling t

ut looking back. Luca hesitated for a fraction

no pathetic manipulation could break my iron will. I picked up the glass. Maintaining dead-eyed eye contact

ck onto the silver tray. "Th

strode toward the heavy mahogany d

ion swam, a primal, uncontrollable heat clawing at my veins and setting my blood on fire. The room w

ts of the four-poster bed. My supposed wife. I didn't care about her face in the dark

k what was legally mine with ruthless, punishing efficiency. Driven by the unnatural, burning chemical surge in my veins, the act was ent

e dark vaulted ceiling as the haze began to rece

fused, as if waking from a deep daze. Then, she spoke

... you we

f the pity in her tone was li

e laced with a sickening mix of awkwardness and sympathy. "You were just in such

he drug evaporated, replaced instantly by a cold, murderous

r delicate wrist like a steel vice. I yanked her toward me, f

" I hissed, my voice droppi

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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.”