Contract Marriage With The Ruthless Mafia King

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Mafia Godfather husband pie

pers, and clearing his enemies. Yet, exactly three days after taking th

back at age twenty-two, the d

pphire pendant from my neck-the very token that

blooded monster and his three feral mutts!" she

timate power, dumping the doomed Underboss-wh

ting my lip to keep f

your ten-year descent

Russo Syndicate-the most violent, fi

edding night: "This is a transaction. Play the quiet v

per. "Step one foot outside this room and undermin

d his most volatile teenage enforcer-son with a pair of custom tactical boots. And when a lazy nanny

he hadn't married a pathetic, debt-paying pawn. He had

underworld silently carried his pillow bac

the dark, his icy eyes now burning wi

am the Queen who will

me... has

. Calhou

!" A shrill, imperious voice

ister, Janeen, lunged at me. Her perfectly manicured nails clawed at

eep blue stone catching the early mor

he pendant over in her palm. A bizarre, knowing smirk twi

ucket of ice water. The b

I realized the truth: Janeen

ed me up as a pretty vase and paraded me at the Whitney Family's annual charity gala. That was where Kingston Whitney-the heir apparent o

ose me to be his wife. I wa

urse, becoming Kingston Whitney

ff to Eliga Russo, the notoriou

syndicate. A month later, after attending a high-level mafia summit in Atlantic City, Eliga was ambush

sentment. She turned her cruelty on his three adopted sons. Less than a year later, Eliga Russo

ce at life, she was tryi

eached the living room doors, Janee

Eliga Russo. I am going t

ave you lost your mind? Kingston Whitney already has a fi

They aren't even his own flesh and blood-they belong to one of his dead enforce

esn't specify which one. Let Clara marry him. She's perfect for it-quiet, painfully boring, practically invisible. Let her

helpless, doting look on Miriam's face-reserved only for her biological d

enough to yield this marriage to you, you

you a better home, Clara. You should be thanking me. A girl with zero presence

d my shoulders to slump inward, forcing

own performance. "Sure, you'll have to be a stepmother to three boys. But honestly? You're so

pool in them, shimmering with

. "Thank you for thinking of me. I will do every

rk widened t

lly allowing a dark, chilling snee

's wife was a death trap disguised in

ke me the walking target for every jealous mistress and rival syndicate. Stalkers, poisoned drinks, sniper bullets in the dead of ni

ily, he personally put a bullet between my eyes, safely clearing the way for the only woman

into that man-eating hell, I was more

a lethal skillset and invaluable intel. I knew exactly who orches

pted sons haunted by their own demons-but with the ri

hitneys. But my past life had taught me the truth: they were nothing like the Whitney Family, who hid their treacherous, venomous cruelty behind a mask of high-society hypocrisy. The Russ

hat marriage because she w

't make the

I will no

be th