Bound By Vows: My Sleeping Mafia Husband

Chapter 5

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ick leather-bound folder sat in front of them. The brief euphoria of the previou

ng no time on pleasantries. "You understand

idea what was coming, but the formality of the

bush, are waiting," she continued, her eyes hard as diamonds. "They are waiti

eel. "I will not allow that to h

nd became clear before she said it aloud, and the coldness

shocking. "Clara, you are Damien's legal wife. We need yo

. he's in a coma," I stammered, th

ing my objection as a trivial detail. "We can use his... mate

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e devil, signed in a

thought of a cold, clinical procedure, of having a child with a man whose m

of Jennifer's smug, triumphant face in my wedding bed. I

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ting Eleonora's. The hesitation in my eyes

nervous habit from childhood that surfaced o

I said. My voice was quiet, but it

ncenzo stared a

aining strength. "A marriage has certain obligati

ing a procedure. I would be a wife. I would claim this marriage, this man, this child, in the mo

on dawned on Eleonora's face. The sheer

st courage. It was a strategic move. I was declaring that I was a

Very well. The family will honor your commitment.

but with a promise of the most intima

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Bound By Vows: My Sleeping Mafia Husband

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“I wasn't marrying into the Falcone mafia because I was loved. I was being handed over like payment. My parents owed the Falcones a fortune, and I was the daughter they chose to sacrifice. On my wedding day, I was supposed to become the wife of Enzo Falcone, the golden heir of New York's most dangerous mafia family. Then an anonymous message lit up my phone. Want to see your groom? Go to the bridal suite. I went. I found Enzo on my wedding bed with my half-sister. Her dress was pushed up. My lace garter, the one meant for me, was wrapped around her ankle like a trophy. And when the scandal exploded, no one blamed him. His mother called me a lunatic. My half-sister cried pretty, poisonous tears. Then she revealed the final insult. She was pregnant with Enzo's child. They locked down the estate to silence me. They wanted me humiliated, obedient, and disposable. A ruined bride. A convenient scapegoat. A debt paid in flesh and shame. So I gave them a show they would never forget. I walked onto the balcony, set my diamond-studded veil on fire, and dropped the burning silk in front of every elite guest who had come to watch me be sold. Then I went to the true matriarch of the Falcone family and made my own demand. I would not marry a traitor. I would marry Damien Falcone instead. The dead grandson. The fallen Underboss. The legendary God of War. A dead man could not betray me. A dead man could not touch me. A dead man could give me the power to destroy everyone who had tried to bury me. At least, that was what I thought. Until I learned Damien Falcone was not as dead as everyone believed.”