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Sophia's life was never hers to control. Born the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, she became a pawn in a game she didn’t agree to play. To solidify alliances, her father sealed her fate—marrying her off to not one, but three ruthless mafia leaders. Each man more dangerous than the last.

For them, Sophia is a trophy—a prisoner they blame for their shattered lives and broken hearts. Her new husbands had to sacrifice everything, their former loves abandoned for power, leaving nothing but resentment and cruelty behind. Now, their shared home is a battleground, soaked in tension, hatred, and secrets.

But Sophia isn’t just a pawn. She’s a spark ready to ignite. Beneath the scars, she harbors a silent rage—a plan to break free, to turn the tables on the men who claim to own her. Yet even amidst their toxic obsession and possessive cruelty, the lines between love, lust, and loathing blur.

How far will Sophia go to reclaim her life? How long before her captors realize the woman they imprisoned is becoming their queen?

In a world of blood, betrayal, and desire, who will be left standing when the game is over?

Reverse Harem with a Dark Twist: One woman married to three mafia leaders, exploring toxic relationships and intense power struggles.
Strong, Resilient Female Lead: Sophia evolves from victim to queen, reclaiming her power.
High-Stakes Mafia World: Themes of revenge, betrayal, and survival drive the story’s tension.
Blurred Morality: A provocative blend of obsession, hate, and forbidden desire that challenges traditional romance dynamics.

"Their Queen, Their Captive"

The bruises didn't hurt anymore. My body didn't ache. My mind didn't scream. There was just silence, stretching endlessly inside me, swallowing everything I used to be.

The first morning after, they expected something from me.

Leo stood at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed, his icy-blue gaze cold as ever. "Get up," he ordered.

His jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "Sophia."

Leo stepped forward, gripping my wrist and yanking me up. My body swayed, my legs barely supporting my weight, but I made no effort to steady myself.

His grip on my arm tightened. "Enough of this."

He let out a slow breath, his fingers twitching against my skin. "Fine." He released me abruptly, and I crumpled to the floor.

Leo stepped back, watching me for a moment before turning away.

Adrian's Frustration

I heard him before I saw him, the familiar sound of his footsteps, the lazy amusement in his voice. "Wow. You look awful, sweetheart."

He crouched beside me, tilting his head as he studied my face. "Not even a glare?" His fingers brushed against my cheek, lightly tapping the bruises that still lingered. "Not even a flinch?"

Adrian exhaled, shaking his head. "This is boring."

His hand shot out, gripping my chin roughly, forcing my face up. "Look at me," he ordered.

His smirk faltered. "Come on, Sophia," he said softly, his voice edged with something darker. "Play along. Give me something."

Adrian's jaw tensed. He let go, standing abruptly. "Pathetic," he muttered before leaving.

Nico's Calculation

It was Nico who stayed the longest.

I didn't know how much time passed, only that when I looked up, he was sitting in the chair across the room, his emerald-green eyes locked onto mine.

The silence stretched, suffocating and endless.

He walked over, crouching in front of me. His fingers ghosted over my wrist, light, testing.

His head tilted slightly. "How long do you think this will last?" he asked softly.

Nico leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "You think this is winning?"

His fingers curled around my throat, not squeezing—just there. A presence. A warning.

Nico's gaze darkened. His grip tightened slightly, but still, I remained still, my body limp under his touch.

He exhaled slowly, his fingers releasing me.

The Frustration Builds

They didn't know what to do with me.

I wasn't fighting. I wasn't resisting. I wasn't begging.

Chapter 21: The Hollow Doll