Andrew DeLuca:Kissing Emma that night was one of the best sensations I've ever experienced. It was as if everything else disappeared, and there were only the two of us in that moment. A primal instinct urged me to strip away the clothes she wore and possess her right there. "Calm down, DeLuca," I whispered to myself, trying to contain my desires. Emma was irresistible, and I continued to be a man, even though this marriage was a sham. Even though I kissed her to keep up appearances in front of the guests, I couldn't deny that a part of me yearned for it.Emma was unlike any woman I had ever met. She was bold, courageous, and didn't seem to care that I was a mafia boss who could end her life at any moment. Our conversations were on equal footing, even though she knew I held a higher position. It intrigued me deeply."Dinner went as planned, Don," Lorenzo approached. "Potential allies we've been trying to win over for a while now have indicated their willingness to do business with us,
EmmaAs they fuss over my face and hair, I feel the mounting pressure on my shoulders. The days have passed in a blur, and I begin to wonder if I'm capable of going through with this marriage and what it will mean for my future. Every time I look in the mirror, I see a reflection I don't recognize. A bride who doesn't fit in this dark world but is about to marry one of the most dangerous men I've ever seen.Yet, there's no viable alternative. My father depends on it, and in a way, so do I. If I don't fulfill my part of the agreement, his fate will be sealed, and I won't escape unscathed either.Lying on the bed, I remembered him walking into my room and catching me off guard; I had forgotten to close the door, his eyes fixed on my body, and shame overwhelmed me entirely.Andrew DeLuca, the Don, decided to send a complete team of beauty professionals to ensure I have an appropriate "bridal day." A makeup artist, a hairstylist, a pedicurist, and a manicurist, they're all here to transfo
EmmaThe sun was setting as the limousine carried us away from the mansion, distancing us from the outside world and drawing us closer to the ceremony location. It was a secluded place, meticulously chosen to ensure that no one would disturb us; after all, he was a mafia boss and needed discretion.My heart was racing in my chest as I looked out the limousine window; I felt like my whole life was slipping away from me today. There was no turning back now. I was about to marry Andrew, the Don of the mafia, in an almost secret ceremony that no one knew was happening.Beside me, Ize held my hand, offering silent support. She must have thought I was feeling this way due to nervousness, excitement, or something else. I wished I could confide in her, but Andrew would kill me, and I wasn't sure if I could trust Ize, even though she had trusted me. We were in completely different positions.I kept thinking about my father,
EmmaWe arrived at our honeymoon on a remote island, and the scenery before us was spectacular. It was hard to believe we were on a secret mission to keep up appearances in a fake marriage. The island was a tropical paradise with white sandy beaches, crystal-clear waters, and lush vegetation. However, I was far from feeling in paradise.I wanted to let go of everything and relax, but it was impossible. I kept reminding myself of the reason I was there.Andrew and I disembarked from the private jet and were greeted by a man who seemed to be waiting for us. He took us to a luxurious beachfront villa, which would be our "love nest" for the next few days.I was nervous, and Andrew's mere presence made me even more uncomfortable. It was as if we were playing a dangerous game, and I didn't know the rules, but I knew I was at a disadvantage.Andrew remained reserved during the journey to the villa, and I felt like a prisoner in a golden paradise. He made it clear that there was a reason for
EmmaAt the moment that mysterious man grabbed my arm and threatened to shoot, my heart raced. Fear coursed through my veins, but I knew I couldn't panic. I was in a dangerous situation, and Andrew was just a few steps away.Before I could decide what to do, a series of events unfolded in rapid succession. Andrew, who had been observing the situation, acted with impressive speed. He rose from the table and, in one fluid motion, drew a gun hidden under his suit jacket."Release her immediately," Andrew said with a chilling calmness that sent shivers down my spine. His voice was dripping with authority, and he seemed entirely at ease in that tense scenario.The man holding me hesitated for a moment, taken aback by Andrew's reaction. In an instant, the quiet restaurant transformed into a tense scene, with customers and staff looking on in shock and fear.Andrew kept his gun pointed firmly at the man, his gaze sharp as a blade. It was clear he wouldn't hesitate to use it if the situation
Andrew DeLucaOn that morning, after waking up, something different hung in the air. I could feel Emma's presence, her eyes on me while I slept. This wasn't something I was accustomed to; women had always been fleeting in my life, never eliciting anything more than passing interest. But with Emma, something was different. She was nice, too.After getting up and getting dressed, I observed Emma. She was sitting in the living room, gazing out at the sea, looking somewhat distracted. Her eyes lifted to meet mine, and there was a moment of tense silence."Emma," I began, "last night... were you watching me while I slept?" I arched an eyebrow.She blushed slightly, clearly caught off guard by my direct question. "I... I couldn't sleep, I wasn't watching you. I was worried about what happened at the restaurant."I approached her, my eyes fixed on hers. "I saw you, Emma. And somehow, I'm very observant too."She looked away, appearing
EmmaReturning from our honeymoon, my emotions were in turmoil. Andrew and I returned to our seaside mansion, and the tension between us was palpable. I was determined to maintain an emotional distance from Andrew, refusing to sleep in the same room as him. After all, this was just a marriage of convenience, right? But Andrew was not a man accustomed to hearing "no" from anyone, and his insistence, coupled with his impatience, made me reconsider.Everything reminded me of that attempted kidnapping, that bizarre man trying to take me. I knew I was in danger, but I had no choice, it was either that or I would die either way.The room we were assigned to was fit for royalty. The walls were adorned with silk and tapestries, and the bed was enormous and luxurious. But sleeping with a man I was attracted to and, at the same time, despised was a challenge I wasn't ready to face. After all, Andrew DeLuca was a mafioso, som
Andrew DeLucaThe pain throbbed in my body as I tried to keep my mind clear. That night had been a nightmare, a bitter reminder of how my world could unravel in seconds.Flashback:It all started when I headed to the nightclub. It was something I did quite frequently, a temporary escape from the responsibilities and dangers of my world. That night, I chose the company of a woman I had been with a few times before. It wasn't anything serious, just a physical connection that helped me forget, at least temporarily, the woman who had ensnared me in her web."Lorenzo, come with me, buddy," I insisted that my consigliere join me at the club."I'm good, DeLuca," he replied, and I immediately grew suspicious.The Lorenzo I knew would never turn down a night at the club, no doubt about it. He must have been meeting some girl."You're in love, aren't you?" I grinned."No, I just don't want to go. Have fun. But what about you