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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

The De Luca-Valenti empire had risen from the ashes, stronger than ever. What was once a fractured kingdom of blood feuds and betrayals was now an unshakable force, ruled by one man—and the woman who had become his equal.

Elena stood at the edge of the balcony overlooking the city. Naples stretched out before her, the streets alive with whispers of her name.

She was no longer just Elena De Luca.

The woman who had spilled blood for her throne. The queen beside the most ruthless man the mafia had ever seen.

A cold wind swept through the estate grounds, carrying the scent of rain and power. Below, their men moved with purpose, guarding the empire she had helped solidify.

Behind her, a presence—dark, commanding.

He stepped beside her, silent for a moment as he took in the sight of what they had built. Then, his voice, smooth as silk and edged with iron.

Elena exhaled, allowing herself to lean into him just slightly. "I was remembering."

He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "The past doesn't matter anymore."

She searched his face. The man she had fought against. The man she had surrendered to. The man she had killed for.

She wasn't the same woman who had walked into his world that night, unaware of the darkness that awaited her.

Alessio's fingers brushed over her jaw, a touch that was both possessive and reverent. "Do you regret it?"

Elena let a slow smirk curve her lips.

His smirk matched hers, approval flashing in his stormy gaze. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear.

"Good. Because there's no going back."

She turned to face him fully, pressing her hands against his chest. "I don't want to go back."

His grip on her waist tightened, his voice a promise and a warning all at once. "Then rule beside me, bambolina."

And anyone who dared challenge them would learn the hard way—

The queen was just as ruthless as her king.

Chapter 50: The Queen’s Reign