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Under the Mafia King’s Control

"He Wanted a Marriage of Convenience. She Shattered All His Rules." Arianna Costa never expected her life to be turned upside down during a routine medical check-up. Victim of a medical mistake that leaves her pregnant by a stranger, she soon discovers that the man in question is none other than Alessandro Valenti, the powerful and dangerous king of the Italian mafia. For Alessandro, scandal is unthinkable. Marriage, security, and control: he demands Arianna become his wife to protect his reputation and their future heir. But sharing her life with this authoritarian and enigmatic man will come at a cost. Thrust into a world of luxury, danger, and betrayal, Arianna begins to uncover an unexpected side to Alessandro. Beneath the mask of the mafia king lies a man torn between his need for control and his growing feelings for her. Yet danger lurks in every shadow. Alessandro’s enemies are determined to see him fall, and now Arianna and their unborn child have become prime targets. Torn between scorching attraction, conspiracies, and buried secrets, Arianna must make a choice: surrender to this forbidden love or escape a world that could very well destroy her.

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Chapter 19: The Floating Trap

I regained consciousness to the dull sound of waves. The rocking made me realize I was on a boat. My body felt heavy, my head throbbed, and my wrists ached from being tied up for too long. My eyes fluttered, trying to adjust to the darkness of the cramped cabin where I had been locked up.

The door suddenly opened, and a young woman entered, carrying a bag. She was frail, probably in her twenties, and carefully avoided meeting my gaze. Her black hair was tied in a braid, and her hands trembled slightly as she took clothes out of the bag.

"You need to get ready," she said in a low, almost whispered voice. She spoke hesitant English with a pronounced accent, which made me understand that she was not Italian.

"Who are you?" I asked softly, trying to catch her eye.

She didn't answer immediately, continuing to pull out a tight black dress, high heels, and a makeup kit.

"Please, tell me who you are," I insisted.