His Hidden Secret, The Mafia Boss's Bride
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"I saved you. Now you're mine."
Five years ago, Matteo De Luca took a bullet for me. Ever since, I willingly stayed hidden as the secret lover of New York's most ruthless Mafia heir.
He claimed the shadows were the only way to protect me from rival families. I believed him—right up until his former flame, Serena, returned to the city.
Suddenly, his protective instincts shifted. He left me alone with an IV in my arm just to rush to her side for a mild stomachache.
But the real wake-up call came when I accidentally opened the locked attic he never let me enter. It wasn't full of syndicate weapons or secrets. It was covered wall-to-wall with intimate photographs of him and Serena.
Staring at the shrine he kept for her, my five years of devotion felt like a pathetic joke.
I didn't scream or cry. I just pulled out my phone and dialed Sicily.
"Papa," I said steadily, staring at the empty room. "Tell the Ferraro family I've changed my mind. Set the wedding date."
Five years ago, Matteo De Luca took a bullet for me. Ever since, I willingly stayed hidden as the secret lover of New York's most ruthless Mafia heir.
He claimed the shadows were the only way to protect me from rival families. I believed him—right up until his former flame, Serena, returned to the city.
Suddenly, his protective instincts shifted. He left me alone with an IV in my arm just to rush to her side for a mild stomachache.
But the real wake-up call came when I accidentally opened the locked attic he never let me enter. It wasn't full of syndicate weapons or secrets. It was covered wall-to-wall with intimate photographs of him and Serena.
Staring at the shrine he kept for her, my five years of devotion felt like a pathetic joke.
I didn't scream or cry. I just pulled out my phone and dialed Sicily.
"Papa," I said steadily, staring at the empty room. "Tell the Ferraro family I've changed my mind. Set the wedding date."

















































