The mafia King is Obsessed with me

ELARA “Please… I’ll do anything. Just don’t take him.” My voice cracked as I stepped forward, shielding my brother with my body. The warehouse air was thick with cigar smoke and tension. Darien Russo sat in the leather chair, eyes locked on me. Cold. Calculating. “Anything?” he asked, voice low and smooth. “Yes, Mr. Russo. Please. My brother made a stupid mistake. I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t kill him.” Darien leaned forward. “Marry me.” I stumbled back. “What?” “You heard me, Elara. Your brother owes me three hundred thousand dollars. Marry me tonight, sign the contract, and his debt vanishes. He walks free. Refuse, and I end him right here.” “Marry you?” I whispered in horror. “You can’t be serious.” “I don’t joke about deals.” Before I could speak, Marcus stepped out from behind me, hands still shaking. “Yes! She’ll do it!” he blurted. “She’ll marry you, Mr. Russo. Take her! She’s perfect. She’s even a virgin — I swear on our parents’ graves! Twenty-three and never been touched by any man. She’s clean, pure, untouched. She’ll be a good wife. She cooks, cleans, obeys everything. This is a great deal for you. Way better than killing me.” “Marcus!” I turned to him, shocked. “What the hell are you saying? Have you lost your mind?” He kept his eyes on the floor. “Just agree, Elara. Please.” “You’re selling me? Your own sister? You’re offering me like a w***e and telling him I’m a virgin like it’s a bonus? After everything I’ve done for you? I worked two jobs to cover your gambling! I lied to Mom on her deathbed for you!” Marcus shifted uncomfortably. “You’ll be obedient, right? You’ve never even had a boyfriend. You’re pure. Mr. Russo can do whatever he wants with you. Just clear my debt and let me go. I’m begging you, Mr. Russo. She’s yours. Take her.” Tears burned my eyes. “I hate you. I hate you so much right now.” Darien’s lips curved into a dark smile. His eyes slowly moved over my body. “Is that true, little Elara?” he asked softly. “Are you really untouched?” I couldn’t speak. Marcus answered for me. “Yes, she is! I promise. She’s never been with any man. You can have her completely. She’s all yours to claim. Just let me live.” Darien gestured to one of his men. A thick document landed on the table. “Sign it,” Darien ordered. “Become my wife and your brother lives. Refuse, and I kill him… then take you anyway.” I stared at the bold words on the paper: Marriage Contract. “Marcus,” I said, voice trembling, “how can you do this to me? I’m your sister. Your only family.” “Just sign it, Elara,” he begged. “I’ll disappear forever. You’ll never see me again. Do this one thing for me. Please. I don’t want to die.” “You coward,” I hissed. “You always choose yourself. Always.” I picked up the pen with shaking fingers. Tears dropped onto the paper as I signed. Elara Voss Darien let out a slow breath, clearly satisfied. Marcus sighed in relief. “Thank you, Mr. Russo. I knew you were reasonable. I—” “Get him out of my sight,” Darien cut in coldly. Two men grabbed Marcus by the arms. “Wait!” Marcus panicked. “You said if she married you the debt would be cleared!” “It is cleared,” Darien replied flatly. “You’re free to go. But listen carefully — if I ever see your face near my wife again, I’ll put a bullet in your head myself. Drag him out.” “No! Elara! I’m sorry!” Marcus screamed as they pulled him toward the door. “I didn’t have a choice! Forgive me! Elara, please! Don’t let them do this!” The heavy door slammed shut with a loud bang. Silence filled the warehouse. I stood frozen, staring at my signature. Darien rose from the chair and walked toward me. Each step echoed. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my smaller frame. His fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to look up. “You belong to me now, Elara,” he murmured, thumb slowly stroking my lower lip. “Body and soul. That sweet untouched virginity your brother was so eager to sell… it’s all mine.” Fresh tears fell down my cheeks. “You’re a monster.” Darien leaned in closer, lips brushing my ear. “And now you’re married to the monster, little wife.” His voice dropped lower. “Welcome to your new life… Mrs. Russo.” I shivered as his warm breath touched my skin. “I’m going to enjoy breaking you in. Slowly. Thoroughly. Every inch of you will learn who owns it.” “Please…” I whispered. He pulled back slightly, eyes dark with hunger. “No more begging for him. From now on, you beg only for me.” He released my chin but stayed close, his presence overwhelming. “You signed. There’s no going back. Tonight you leave with me. Your old life is over.” “I didn’t want this,” I said, voice breaking. Darien smirked. “Your brother wanted it enough for both of you. He couldn’t wait to hand you over. Mentioned your virginity twice like it was the highlight of the deal.” Humiliation burned my face. “Stop.” “No. You’ll hear the truth. He sold you without hesitation. And I accepted because I’ve wanted you for months. Now you’re mine.” He turned and nodded to his men. “Take her to the car. We’re leaving.” One man picked up my small bag. Another gently but firmly held my arm. As they led me out, I looked back at the table where I had signed away my life. Darien walked beside me, hand resting possessively on my lower back. “Get used to my touch, Elara,” he said quietly. “You’ll be feeling it every night from now on.” I didn’t reply. My mind was still spinning from Marcus’s betrayal and the weight of what I had just done. The black SUV waited outside. Darien opened the door for me himself. “Get in.” I climbed inside. He slid in beside me, his thigh pressing against mine. As the car started moving, he took my hand, holding it tightly even when I tried to pull away. “This is your new reality,” he said. “My bed. My rules. My wife.” I looked out the window, tears silently falling. Darien leaned closer. “Cry if you want. Hate me if you want. But know this — you now belong to Darien Russo. And I take very good care of what’s mine.” The car drove deeper into the night, taking me away from everything I knew. Toward a life I never asked for. With a man who had just bought me.