The Stolen Mafia BrideUpdated at May 27, 2026, 09:22
My screams pierced through the silent room. “You're sick!” I sobbed. “You're definitely sick!” My chest heaved up and down. My hands trembled at the hem of my wrinkled, drenched yellow sundress.
“You think I'm what? Some vegetable? No…no no!” my voice cracked.
My almond green eyes glanced at him. Scared and uncertain. Tears burned at my sides.
Nero looked at me. No. He looked through me. A stripping gaze that seemed to see through the wet sundress right into my soul.
“I don't need to explain myself, little fruit.”
His steps hit the marble floor in a certain rhythm.
“Nero Giovanni explains himself to no one. You're mine now.” His eyes darted lazily over her body. A satisfied smirk rested lazily on his face. “Mine. Mine. Mine. Both body and soul.”
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Eva has always been soft, polite, and molded within the walls of the convent. She has always believed that kindness, innocence, and love never go unnoticed.
And she was right.
Only this time it was noticed by the wrong man. A man against everything she believed in: a man who stole her life, her love, and her innocence from her.
Will Nero still be drawn to her when she's no longer innocent? Will his childhood trauma allow him to love a woman now corrupted by his world?