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The Bodyguard Who Stole the Mafia Bride
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Chapter 7 Humiliation img
Chapter 8 As you wish img
Chapter 9 Are you crazy img
Chapter 10 Formal dismissal letter img
Chapter 11 Who did she sleep with img
Chapter 12 Are you okay img
Chapter 13 A coward who escaped from battle img
Chapter 14 I choose you img
Chapter 15 Can you dance img
Chapter 16 An hour img
Chapter 17 It's your turn img
Chapter 18 Humiliating and intimate img
Chapter 19 Why me img
Chapter 20 You are delusional img
Chapter 21 Married img
Chapter 22 Where else has he touched you img
Chapter 23 It's yours img
Chapter 24 You lied img
Chapter 25 I can control you img
Chapter 26 Bluffing img
Chapter 27 I don't want to die! img
Chapter 28 Birthday gift img
Chapter 29 Truth or Dare img
Chapter 30 Who do you belong to img
Chapter 31 What are you doing img
Chapter 32 You are mine img
Chapter 33 Get out! img
Chapter 34 Stay away from me img
Chapter 35 Did you see it img
Chapter 36 Are you okay img
Chapter 37 You make me sick img
Chapter 38 You hurt me! img
Chapter 39 The meeting ended img
Chapter 40 Bankruptcy within one month img
Chapter 41 Is it true img
Chapter 42 You are mine. img
Chapter 43 You are crazy img
Chapter 44 I have to go img
Chapter 45 More than ten years img
Chapter 46 Please img
Chapter 47 I want img
Chapter 48 The only man in this life img
Chapter 49 He belongs to me img
Chapter 50 Self-inflicted img
Chapter 51 Happy birthday img
Chapter 52 Are you okay img
Chapter 53 Why are you lying to me img
Chapter 54 Fear img
Chapter 55 Two million dollars img
Chapter 56 Good boy img
Chapter 57 Trap me img
Chapter 58 Guidance img
Chapter 59 Cheap prostitutes img
Chapter 60 Kneel down and call your dad img
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The Bodyguard Who Stole the Mafia Bride

Author: Annabell Seto
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Chapter 1 Marry me

Isabella POV

The silence of my penthouse was deafening compared to the mocking whispers that still echoed in my head.

Three hours ago, I was the Bianchi princess, standing at the altar of The Plaza Hotel in a million-dollar gown. I was supposed to seal the most powerful Mafia alliance in New York. Instead, Julian Falcone didn't show up. He publicly slaughtered our families' sacred pact for a rising actress. The photo of him and Chloe Abbott intimately entangled at a downtown party had spread through the grand ballroom faster than a wildfire.

In a matter of seconds, I went from a revered bride to the laughingstock of the underworld. A discarded pawn.

I had returned to my apartment overlooking Central Park and drowned my humiliation in expensive amber liquid. I needed to destroy something. I needed to prove I wasn't just a helpless victim. My eyes had landed on Damien Moretti. My bodyguard. A silent, lethal shadow who had trailed me for years.

I had stalked toward him in the dimly lit living room, my sly, fox-like eyes challenging him as I tore at his crisp uniform. I thought I was playing a game, using his calloused hands and sharp, pale throat to numb my pain against the cold glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows. I thought I was the predator taking what I wanted.

A blinding ray of morning sunlight dragged me back to reality.

I woke up tangled in silk sheets, my head pounding. I looked down at my bare, porcelain skin, covered in faint, bruise-like marks. My black designer lace lingerie lay discarded on the rug.

And standing at the foot of the bed, fully dressed in a pressed black shirt and slacks, was Damien.

A wave of absolute horror and revulsion washed over me. I had slept with my subordinate. My employee.

"Get out!" I screamed, grabbing the heavy crystal ashtray from the nightstand and hurling it at his head.

He didn't even flinch. His large hand shot out, catching the crystal effortlessly. His face, carved from granite beneath a harsh crew cut, remained terrifyingly blank. His calm only fueled my hysteria. I grabbed my phone, a pillow-anything I could reach-and threw them. He dodged them with the predatory grace of a wolf.

"I will have my father skin you alive!" I shrieked, pulling the duvet up to my chin, my chest heaving. "I will ruin you for touching me!"

Damien set the ashtray down. He closed the distance between us in two long strides, his sheer size and the scent of his cold cologne suffocating me. He leaned over the mattress, trapping me in the corner of the bed.

"You initiated this, Isabella," he stated, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated in my chest. "Are you planning to take responsibility for me?"

I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs. I was a Bianchi. I would not cower before the help. I had to regain control of this nightmare. I lifted my chin, forcing a haughty glare to mask my trembling.

"Fine," I spat, trying to sound condescending. "Consider it a promotion. You can be my secret lover. But you will never speak of this to anyone, and you will remember your place."

A dark, mocking smirk curved his lips. He saw right through my fragile bravado. He stepped even closer, his broad shoulders blocking out the sunlight, his shadow completely swallowing me.

"Marry me," he commanded, the absolute authority in his tone freezing the blood in my veins. "Become Mrs. Moretti."

            
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