The Mafia's Lost Bride
READING AGE 18+
She woke up in an unfamiliar room, her mind foggy, her chest rising and falling with erratic breaths. Panic clawed at her until the door opened—
And then he walked in.
Tall. Sharp. Handsome. Dangerous.
The world seemed to still when his piercing eyes met hers, and against every instinct, her heart calmed. She felt a pull toward him she couldn’t explain, a thread binding her to a stranger.
“Who… who are you?” she whispered, her voice trembling with curiosity.
He studied her for a moment, a flicker of something dark passing through his gaze. “Tell me,” he said smoothly, “what do you remember?”
She searched her mind, but it was blank. A hollow void. “I… I don’t remember anything,” she admitted, her voice breaking.
That’s when she noticed it—
The glint of an engagement ring on her finger.
His lips curved, cold and confident, as he gave her the answer that sealed her fate.
“I’m your fiancé.”
What she didn’t know… was that he wasn’t her fiancé at all. He was the ruthless mafia leader her father had sold her to. And he was about to turn her amnesia into his most dangerous weapon.
Unfold
Elena sat cross-legged on the nursery rug, wooden blocks scattered across the floor. Isabella laughed as she built a crooked tower, her curls bouncing with every clap of her small hands when the blocks tumbled down.
Elena smiled faintly, the warmth of the child’s joy tugging at something deep inside her.
“Lena,” Isabella said sudd……
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