Trapped By The Mafia King's Secret Obsession

Chapter 3

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harsh glow of

ows shooting up. "Why is a man who deals in absolutes invitin

ing a strictly professional boundary.

ances and territory. He probably just wants to finalize t

t, her guards tra

as the faint hum of the ventilation. I thought of how mercilessly Felix had rejected girls at the academy. He'd never given any

phone and contacted the owner of a local speakeasy. I needed to pi

into a dark, shimmering dress that caught the low light. I walked out onto the sm

ge microphone-and t

a dimly lit VIP booth right

silk of my dress offered no anchor against the violent thudding beneath. Forcing myself to

s and soldiers gathered around him, drinking heavily and laughing. During the

sed. "Are you still looking for that

rom business," Felix replied, his voice cut

throat. "What about the impending arranged marriage

e alliance will be honored. That doesn'

led. I missed

ng so badly I gripped the microphone stand with both hands to

de or not is irrelevant," Felix stated flat

ble distance yawn between my fragile civi

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Trapped By The Mafia King's Secret Obsession

Li Xiamo Mafia

“To pay off my late father's ruinous mafia blood debt, I took a lethal job: acting as a body double for a cloistered Mafia Princess in an arranged marriage meeting. But the man sitting across the polished table was Felix Falcone, the terrifying Underboss-and the boy I secretly loved for three years at our academy. He didn't recognize me. To him, I was just a pawn for territory. I swallowed my bitter heartbreak, remembering how he once threw my handmade graduation pastries into the trash without a second glance. I tried to play the perfect fake bride, but my treacherous memory betrayed me. I accidentally revealed intimate details about his habits, from his hatred of dark chocolate to the exact make of his tactical pen. My cover was blown. But instead of executing me for the deception, Felix discovered my true identity. His cold indifference instantly morphed into a terrifying, obsessive possessiveness. He abruptly canceled his mafia marriage, trapped me in his corporate empire as his exclusive secretary, and ruthlessly threatened any man who dared to look at me. I was completely suffocated and confused. Why was this ruthless predator-a man who once publicly despised me and viewed unions only as tools for absolute power-now hunting me with such dark, unyielding devotion? Trapped in the shadows of his armored SUV, he leaned in, his scent of cedar and danger wrapping around me as he sent a message demanding my complete surrender. Knowing I could no longer hide, I made my choice and hit send. "There is no need for a hunt, Felix. I surrender."”