Bound By Vows: My Sleeping Mafia Husband

Chapter 7

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in my body and the sharp

the memory of the night crashed down on me, leaving a so

vements hurried and clumsy. He was just as I

, impossible memory. I glanced at his still form, then shook my he

ooked like a stranger. Her face was pale, her eyes

ely, as I dried off, the heavy, leaden feeling in my limbs seemed to lift. I felt... lighter. Almost

n the bedroom d

r. Her face was a blank slate. In her hands

to me. She didn't

eets. She folded the one from last night carefully, the faint, dark stains a damning testam

lt like another violation. I was not a person. I was a

na finally turned to me. Sh

me anyone had called me that. "The Matriarch

ill-fitting. But it wa

laid out for me and followed Helena to

sipping coffee. They looked up as I entered, and

glanced at it, a brief, approving smile touching her l

oice warmer than I had ever h

with a nod. "Welcome, Clara. W

efore me-fresh fruit, pastries, eggs c

s of the family will convene at the estate. We will fo

A public acknowledg

h the final asset transfer document

hing I had been promised was bei

d I feel

had been prepared for me. Two young maids, Ava and

noon's assembly. A breathtaking creation from a top

items. They felt like they

osed my eyes, but I couldn't rest. The image that kept

of a feather-light

should not

n alarm. No one in that hospital room had treated Damien Fa

on my skin, too delicate to p

t I had felt him and kept my eyes closed until the ca

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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.”