The mafia's king bride claimed by his obsession.

g. It felt like

ther said. He didn

gy. Just two words, and at

of our mansion empty

vases, the silver? All sol

answer the door.

already owned every

ano

me close. Or maybe they did, if you thought justice was s

than whatever debt my father still owed. His eyes gray, like

father began,

ice was smooth, almost

er just

ward me. I didn'

k at

p. His stare felt

a, ri

odd

why you'

rase it like

's debt,"

orrecting me. "As of now. You're the pay

ned. "It means I

t nothing friendly. "Sma

on't have

ittle bag by the stair

d walked out

me. His face was wet with

y bag. I didn

e door open. I slid in, and he followed, c

away. My home disa

n my house. You don't leave without my say-so.

osed to do?" I

symbol. A wife, in name only. I don't want you.

imply, it actua

"If you don't want

e, rich, dark, and expensive. "Because

ates. The house ahead loomed, twice the size of the

out and opened my door hims

ssi," he said, making

From the stairs, a beautiful blonde woman in a silk robe floate

ing to his side. She didn't even

bella," he said to me, like she was another p

my way, amused. "

waiting for the moment it broke. "Elena, your room's on the

ward the hallway, his

my voice

ed, look

," I said. The wor

smile again

la laughing as he led

n the giant, freezing

lder, gentle-looking. "Miss Elena? I'm Ale

d of the hall, behind a closed door, I heard a w

my heart

m, her eyes sad. "This w

the way to the third floor an

ning to the angry silence of a house t

ght o

dn't let h