Married to My Arrogant Mafia Boss

“Love is a weakness. And I don’t have time for weakness.” That’s what Mark Castellano believed. A powerful billionaire. A feared mafia boss. He never had to ask for anything twice. He took what he wanted. Always. Marriage? A joke. Love? A trap. Girls only came for his money. That’s why he never gave them his heart. Until her. Ariana was the kind of girl people smiled at on the street. Pretty. Innocent. Hopeful. But life hadn’t been easy. Or kind. Her parents died when she was little, leaving her in the care of her only family—her grandmother. Now a university student studying art, she worked every evening, juggling part-time jobs just to keep up with tuition and daily expenses. But when her grandmother fell seriously ill, Ariana’s world shattered. The surgery was too expensive. Her income wasn’t even close to enough. She begged. She cried. But no one helped. And time was running out. "Try the night club," her friend whispered one evening. “Rich customers tip a lot. You can make good money.” Ariana hesitated. Clubs weren’t her thing. She wasn’t even sure what kind of place it was. But for her grandmother… she would do anything. So that night, she put on her simplest dress and walked into a world she didn’t understand. The lights were low. The music pulsed through the walls. Men in suits and expensive watches drank and laughed. She was told just to serve drinks. Smile. Walk away. Easy. Until one man pulled her close. He reeked of alcohol. His hands were rough. She tried to escape—but he was too strong. That’s when he walked in. Mark Castellano. Cold. Dangerous. Commanding. With a single glare, he made the man back off. “You okay?” he asked, voice calm but laced with warning. Ariana nodded, shaken. "Thank you." He looked at her—really looked. Her wide eyes. Her trembling hands. Her innocence. And then he walked away. But in his mind, she stayed. The next day, Ariana returned to the club, desperate to keep the job. But the manager shook his head. “Sorry. We don’t want trouble. You're out.” Tears filled her eyes. Again, she had nothing. He saved me once, she thought. But who will save me now? She sat in the university library, head down, hands trembling. Jack, her closest friend, noticed something was wrong. “Ariana, what is it?” he asked gently. At first, she said nothing. But the dam finally broke. She told him everything. Jack’s heart ached. He had always cared for her—more than a friend should. Maybe now, if he helped, she’d finally see how much he meant. “My uncle’s a doctor,” he said. “Let’s go to him. Maybe he can help.” Ariana nodded, a flicker of hope sparking in her chest. But hope is cruel. Doctor William refused. The treatment was too expensive. He didn’t even hesitate. “I’m sorry,” he said. Ariana’s voice cracked as she pleaded, but it was no use. She left with silent tears rolling down her cheeks. Jack followed behind, helpless. “We’ll find another way,” he whispered. But Ariana didn’t reply. The hospital smelled of antiseptic and silence. She checked on her grandmother. The doctors gave her a deadline. Two days. Or it’s too late. She nodded, holding back sobs. “I’ll find the money,” she promised. She didn’t know how. Suddenly, chaos erupted in the hallway. Nurses rushed. Doctors scrambled. A man had arrived with a minor injury—but was treated like royalty. Ariana watched, confused. “That’s Mark Castellano’s father,” a nurse whispered. “The city's biggest donor. The entire hospital belongs to him, basically.” Ariana’s breath caught. Mark. The man who saved her. The man who misunderstood her. The man who might be the only one who could help. But why would he? She wasn’t anyone to him. That night, as she lay in bed, her phone buzzed—a reminder for her interview with her dream company the next morning. For a moment, she smiled. Maybe not all doors were closing. Maybe one was about to open. The next morning, she wore a simple white top and a plain skirt. She tied her hair into a ponytail, grabbed a small handbag, and left the house. She was nervous and sweating, wiping her hands again and again. She reached the office and waited for her turn, silently praying. Please, let me get selected. When her name was called, she stood up nervously, walked to the room, and slowly opened the door. She whispered, “May I come in?” Suddenly, her heartbeat stopped. The man sitting on the chair was none other than Mark Castellano. Shock froze her. She stood at the door for a second, legs trembling. Her brain went blank. Mark slowly turned toward her. His eyes locked on hers. “Come in,” he said. She sat down slowly, trying to control her breathing. “Tell me about yourself,” he said. She answered nervously, trying her best to stay calm. Mark kept staring at her. “Why are you here?” he asked again. “I came for the interview,” she replied, barely meeting his eyes. He picked up her resume and scanned through it. “Impressive background,” he said. “Tell me—why should we hire you?” She answered the question, her voice wavering slightly. Mark’s face stayed cold and unreadable. After a pause, he said, “You’re selected.” She looked up in surprise. “Thank you,” she said, standing up quickly. “Join from tomorrow.” She nodded and left the room, her heart pounding. Mark kept watching her until she disappeared. Then he leaned back in his chair and whispered, “Interesting.”