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Vows of the Mafia King

Vows of the Mafia King

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Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 1060    |    Released on: 16/01/2025

ision she had no choice but to make. Isabella Frost kept her chin high, her icy-blue eyes betraying no emotion as she approache

la. You're the o

rificial lamb to a man who thrived on fear and bloodshed. But instead, she had nodded, swallowin

er name. Her presence was expected. One of them opened the d

fractured light over the polished wood floors and antique furnitu

here

ntimidating as the rumors claimed-tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in a tailored black suit that hinted at power and ruthlessness. His jet-black

k in his chair, his gaze roaming over her with a sl

but laced with something dangerous, "this

d the room with measured grace and stopped a few feet from the

tion," she said eve

smile. "Is that what you tel

as if testing her resolve. She forced herself to stand

ed it," she said. "Let's not

shiver down her spine. He set his glass down and

r world, Miss Frost. Surely

ion in the room was palpable, a silent

red to the chair ac

y of her father's pale, desperate face was a sobering reminder of what was at stake. She low

d, his tone conversational, as if they were discussing business over co

" she sa

you a

ave much of

ith amusement. "I like you

you," she snapped befor

there was no warmth in

with implication. Isabella clenched her fist

?" she demanded, her voic

is gaze boring into hers. "

efused to let him see her fear

s patience. "Your family's debts will disappear. Your fath

tion fr

ap," he said casually, as if discussing the weather. "You've made ene

e asked, though she a

aced by a look that sent a chi

ls were closing in on her, the weight of her decision suffocating. But s

her voice trembling despite her best efforts, "but d

she saw a flicker of something-respect, perhaps?-in

said softly, his tone bot

an in a gray suit stepped inside. He was tall and

eady, Mr. Bennet

e extended a hand to Isabella, his

retched hand. She wanted to run, to scream,

the contact sending a jolt through her. Hi

she felt as though she were w

might have been forced into this marriage,

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