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Elena Morelli was never meant to be part of the underworld. Living a quiet life as an aspiring artist, she had no idea that her bloodline held a secret—one that made her a target.

One night was all it took to destroy the illusion of safety.

Dragged to a nightclub by her best friend, Elena made a reckless decision—to let go, to indulge, to forget the dull routine of her life for just a few hours. That was when she met Alessio DeLuca.

He was devastatingly handsome, dangerously intense, and completely unlike anyone she had ever encountered. With his tailored suit, cold silver eyes, and commanding presence, he exuded power.

She didn’t know who he was.

She didn’t know that stepping into his world would cost her everything.

What was supposed to be a fleeting one-night stand turned into something far more sinister when she woke up to a nightmare—Alessio wasn’t just a man. He was the ruthless leader of the DeLuca crime family, and he wasn’t done with her yet.

Captured: The Cold Embrace of a Monster

Alessio DeLuca had built his empire on control. He didn’t make mistakes. He didn’t allow weaknesses. But the moment he saw Elena, something in him cracked.

He thought she was just another distraction.

Until he found out who she really was.

Elena Morelli wasn’t just some girl. She was connected to the mafia in a way she never knew—the hidden daughter of a disgraced Morelli boss. A bloodline that should have been erased.

To Alessio, she was a problem. A loose end. Someone who should have never existed.

And yet, he couldn’t kill her.

Instead, he took her. Caged her in his world.

She fought him at every turn, refusing to bow to his will. But Alessio was a man who got what he wanted—through pain, through fear, through desire.

Elena would learn obedience.

Or so he thought.

The War Within: Hate, Lust, and Something More

Elena refused to break.

She wasn’t a mafia princess. She wasn’t some pawn to be used. And she would never belong to a monster like Alessio.

But the more she fought, the more obsessed he became.

He punished her defiance. Tested her limits. Took pleasure in bending her to his will.

But what Alessio never expected was that she would start to unravel him, too.

The cruel control he prided himself on began to slip.

Her fire, her innocence—it was supposed to be nothing. And yet, it became everything.

But Alessio wasn’t a man who could love. Love was weakness.

And Elena? She was a distraction he should have destroyed.

Unraveling the Truth: A Legacy of Blood

Just when Elena thought she understood her captor, the truth about her past began to surface.

She wasn’t just any Morelli.

She was the heir to something far more dangerous than either of them realized—a bloodline tied to secrets that could shift the balance of power in the underworld.

Assassins came for her. Enemies rose from the shadows. And Alessio realized that letting her go was never an option.

Not because of duty.

Not because of power.

But because she had become his.

And now, he would kill for her.

The Final Choice: Love or Ruin

With war looming between the mafia families, Elena had a choice—stay with the man who had stolen her life, or risk everything to escape.

But running meant death.

Staying meant surrender.

And falling for Alessio DeLuca?

That meant ruin.

Yet, as the walls closed in and the truth of her past threatened to consume her, Elena realized one thing:

She wasn’t just his captive anymore.

She was his queen.

And Alessio?

He would burn the world to keep her.

Ruthless Mafia Captive

Elena barely had time to catch her breath before Alessio pulled back, his fingers still gripping her wrists as if he was afraid she'd change her mind. His dark eyes burned into her, searching—demanding.

"Say it," he growled, his voice rough with something she couldn't name.

Elena's lips parted, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Say what?"

His grip tightened just enough to send a clear warning. "Say that you're mine."

She should have hesitated. She should have fought.

But there was no more fight left in her.

She had tried to run. She had tried to deny it. But there was no escaping him. And maybe… maybe she didn't want to anymore.

Elena swallowed hard, the truth falling from her lips like a confession.

Alessio let out a low, satisfied breath, his hold on her shifting—less restraint, more possession.

But just as his lips brushed against hers again, the door burst open.

Elena's scream got caught in her throat as Alessio shoved her down, his body shielding hers. The sound of heavy boots echoed in the room as his men stormed inside, weapons drawn.

But it was who stepped through the door that made Elena's blood run cold.

A man stood in the doorway, dressed in black, his gun still raised. His eyes locked onto hers, and something sharp twisted in her gut.

In nightmares she had never been able to explain.

Alessio slowly straightened, his body coiled with lethal energy. "Who the f*** do you think you are?"

The name hit her like a physical blow.

She had been Elena Romano her entire life.

Then, the man smirked. "You really don't know, do you?"

Elena's breath came in quick, shallow bursts. "Know what?"

The man tilted his head. "Who you really are."

The world tilted beneath her feet.

She turned to Alessio, expecting anger, suspicion—anything.

Chapter 36: No Turning Back