Bound By Vows: My Sleeping Mafia Husband

Chapter 6

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lence, broken only by the soft padding

me. She held out a heavy crystal tumble

might help," she said, her

sen my nerves, make me brave enough to do what had to be done. A bitter little part of me wondered if Eleonora had slipped in some old Sic

a path down my throat, searing away the top layer of m

reath and pushe

the shifting, hypnotic colors on the medical monitors. The machines b

ed to

arp lines of his jaw, the dark sweep of his lashes against his pale skin. They were

ng, blurring the shar

old myself. A trans

umsy, disconnected from my brain. The robe slithered to the floor

corner of the cr

s beneath his skin hard as stone. He was warm, but it was the passive warmt

ng lights. I forced myself to breathe, to obey the brutal logic of t

. It was a silent, devastating ritual, a private hum

stion washed over me. I rolled away fro

ilent, wracking sobs. I cried for the girl who had dreamed of a real wedding, for the woman who had just sold her

dge of the bed, the grief so heavy it fe

into a hazy, whiskey-

bare

contact, like a single feather brushing against

id. Every nerve

ed my head around, my hear

His breathing, measured by the ventilator, hadn't

any sign, any flicker of movement,

was no

ing from stress. Or maybe my mind, frayed and exhaus

dn't b

hrough me. I watched him for a long, long time, my breath held tig

breath and told myself it w

ad t

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Bound By Vows: My Sleeping Mafia Husband

Zhen Xiang Mafia

“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.”