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Debt Bound Bride of the Mafia King

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He owns her debt. He owns her body. But he cannot own her mind. When Alessia De Campo is summoned to the villa of the most feared mafia family in Naples, she expects to beg for more time to pay her father's €25 million debt. Instead, she walks through a door left ajar and witnesses a man executed for owing less than her father did. Enzo Moretti does not kill liabilities without first understanding their value. When Alessia catalogs the room—his ring, his guards' tells, the question he asked the dying man—instead of screaming, he decides she is not ordinary. He decides to keep her. The contract is simple: marry him for one year, and her younger brother will be protected. Refuse, and the debt will be called in full—and her brother will suffer the consequences. Trapped in his gilded cage, Alessia does not fight. She studies. She learns his tells. She becomes his weapon. She makes him crave her laugh. Then she discovers she is carrying his child. Enzo has one unbroken rule: no children. He decrees she will terminate. She refuses. And the most dangerous man in Naples kneels. "Teach me to survive your war. Because I am not giving you this child. And I am not running." The cage is no longer just around her. It is inside her. And she is learning to hold the key. Debt-Bound Bride of the Mafia King is a dark mafia contract romance where survival is a strategy, obsession is a currency, and the woman who watches becomes the one who rules.
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