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The Mafia's Crazy Obsession

"I think you enjoyed at least part of your punishment last night, sweetheart." "No," I whispered, my voice barely audible, my eyes still on his hand, on his fingers as they drew small circles that made my toes curl on my exposed, sensitive skin. He moved closer to me, making a small gasp push past my lips as I looked up, our gazes colliding. "Relax. Do you know what the fun part is, Lana? It doesn't always have to be a punishment. It could be something... exciting too. Something you'll most definitely like." - To save her entire family from the Stravkos Mafia - which was the most powerful Mafia family in Tuscany, Italy - Then sixteen-year old Solana Williams agrees to take her sister's place and becomes a sacrificial lamb - becoming Abel Stravkos' wife. Theirs is just a mere marriage of convenience, but now older, wiser and twenty-three, Solana vows revenge for all they did to her family by making Abel's life a living nightmare. Abel Stravkos does not need a wife, but with his cold-hearted father handling the helm of affairs, he's helpless to object. His heart isn't tied to this strange, beautiful, vengeful woman who's been forced down his throat. But the line between love and hate is thin, and Solana's staunch disobedience to his orders fuels his need to control her in every way possible. Driven by revenge, and an undeniable passion sizzling just beneath the surface, it's only a matter of time before their attraction for each other becomes apparent, much to the dismay of his father as well as both internal and external forces trying to pull them apart. Will they ever rise above obstacles lodged in their paths and get their happily-ever-after?

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Solana - All You Had To Do Was Stay

Being locked away at the all-girls Catholic College for seven years was certainly an easier experience than this. It was me alone, left to my own world. I didn't have to face anything. I didn't have to think about anything that I didn't want to think about, and I could get angry about anything. I could rage about my hurt behind closed doors, and wear a smile in front of everyone. I could mull over my pain, my regrets, anything without being disturbed.

Now I sat beside Abel in his Ford as he drove me to what I was once considered home. What I'd once felt incredibly safe in. Now, I didn't even know what was home anymore. I felt lost, like a lone dandelion seed swaying to whatever direction the wind took me. I didn't know where I belonged. I didn't know who I was once. Who I was now. Who I was meant to be. Who they wanted me to be.