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Trapped By The Mafia King's Secret Obsession

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 509    |    Released on: Today at 19:05

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cold dread tighten in my stomach. He was raised in blood and absolut

I forced myself to keep singing, anchoring my gaze to the far wall, song after song

to leave. Their path to the exit took them right past the edge of the low stage. I kept my eyes stu

lished leather shoes stop

he murmured, hi

ow roar that drowned out everything else. I didn't dare look up.

heavy oak doors of the speakeasy clo

nd roommate, Gia, frantically texting about an upcoming academy reunion. I called her back immediately, needing

nusually thick with cash-double my usual fee, a silent bonus for keeping my composure whil

casually sipping a latte. She smi

for information about you today

t care." I rub

ly across the table. "You should go. You should finally conf

t a heavy sigh. "I'm not go

You loved him for three years.

My hoarse voice crack

e confusion. "What ar

s for him." The painful memory flooded back. "I spent t

d against the l

my handmade gift straight into the t

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Trapped By The Mafia King's Secret Obsession
Trapped By The Mafia King's Secret Obsession
“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."”