Sold To The Mafia Heir

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d been born into. He was only a figure murmured in dark corners, his name passed about like a secret, tinged with dread

was not him. That was the

he home I had been advised to avoid, my father's estate was constantly alive wi

s and costly whiskey hung on the walls, and m

owling about. But something had attracted me to the

it at th

ut suddenly one of the guest rooms' damaged doors let out the clear sound of a woman's shorted moans. My h

ld hear h

-low, dominating, with a trace of menace. Enzo de Luca. Though I understood enough to be te

rned away, but ins

the lady in front of him as she wrung beneath his grasp. His shirt unfastened. His motions were methodical, measured

" he said, his voice fu

were almost clear as she w

ted sound that made my bac

iberate motions were every reminder of who was in charge. Their body n

that made my skin quiver and caused something deep inside me to stir. I found it terrible. I detested what

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test of a time. Nearly halted in my heart. He spotted me. His lips opened to a grim smile, but he cont

wanted not to admit, I staggered back. I should have

ady too late. T

zo. But Enzo's presence lingered in my consciousness, a continual, terrible reminder of what I had witn

staring at Enzo in the flesh, those mem

k aura. As soon as I entered the room, his eyes fixed on mine, the same cold, deliberate stare that had

dragging me from the intensity of Enzo'

ard. The suspense in the room was stifling,

turing to him as if I knew not immediately

ir now too thin for human breathing. Marry him? For years, the guy

y head incredulously. "

looked revealed he w

a." This has to do with power. pertaining to survival. Enzo has cons

n Enzo's face, I peered at him but all I

ght of your father is: This marriage serves power more than affection. But do not confuse th

ain. Deep down, I understood that this was more than simply a commercial setup. He called

to my father. You are incapable of doing th

in his eyes. Isabella, this is how our planet works. Whether

seemed imprisoned and suffocating. But there was no exit route. Not

ouldn't ignore the draw between us, though, even as I stood at the altar and my hand shook in E

d wife, his lips brushing against my ear as he said,

rds did not inspire terror in me. It was

d been dodging

rried me more than anything

't jus

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