The Mafia Boss Unwanted Bride

"If you want to inherit your mother's belongings, then you will marry William Thomson," my father declared. I stared at him in disbelief. Beside him, my stepmother wore a smug smile, as though she had been waiting for this moment her entire life. Of course, she had. She had always wanted me out of the way, and now she had finally found a way to get rid of me. Marriage. Not to an ordinary man, but to William Thomson, a thirty-year-old mafia boss known for his ruthlessness. Throughout Sicily, people feared his name. Nobody dared to cross him, and those who did rarely escaped the consequences. "Dad, please!" My voice trembled as I stepped towards him. "I'm only eighteen. You can't do this to me. Please, I'm begging you!" But my father barely looked at me. He didn't care about my tears. He didn't care about my fear. He had already made his decision. My mother had loved that man with everything she had. She had trusted him with her heart, her life, and even the company her parents had left her. When she fell ill, he took control of her assets. I had been too young to understand what was happening then, but I understood everything now. My father had never loved my mother the way she deserved to be loved. Only a few weeks after her death, he brought another woman into our home, along with a daughter who looked almost exactly my age. Later, I discovered the truth. He had been cheating on my mother from the very beginning. The woman was his mistress, and the girl was his daughter. All those years, my mother had given him everything, while he had secretly built another family behind her back. And now, after everything he had taken from us, he was trying to take the last thing I had left of her. My mother's belongings. I had fought so hard to get them back, but my father controlled everything. I had no money, no power, and nobody willing to stand up for me. And now he wanted to sell me off in exchange for an inheritance that should have been mine in the first place. To William Thomson. The ruthless mafia boss. The man I was terrified of marrying. I looked at my father one last time, silently hoping he would change his mind. "Please, Dad," I whispered. He turned away. And in that moment, I realised something that shattered whatever love I had left for him. My father had never intended to save me. He was the one handing me over to the monster everyone feared.