Bound To The Devil's contract
"You are my wife in name, my captive in private, and my possession in bed. Do not expect my respect, Elena, and never expect my love."
To save my younger brother from a death sentence, I had to sell myself to the devil. And in this city, the devil wears a bespoke Italian suit, carries a blood-stained gun, and goes by the name Dante Alighieri.
He is the ruthless, cold-blooded Don of the Outfit—the exact man who brutally dismantled my family’s empire. When my father fled the country, he left behind a trail of blood and millions in unpaid debt. Dante offered a single, terrifying way out: a contract. To clear the debt and keep my brother alive, I have to become his wife.
Our wedding night wasn’t a fairy tale; it was a declaration of war. Dante wants to punish me for my father's sins. He wants to break my pride.
But he underestimated me. I may be trapped in his gilded cage, but I am no fragile mafia princess. I refuse to bow.
The problem is the terrifying, electric chemistry between us. Behind closed doors, our furious arguments turn into breathless, explicit encounters that blur the line between hatred and obsession. His touch is a punishment, but my body betrays me every single time he pins me to the mattress.
I’m playing a dangerous game, trying to survive the monster in my bed without losing my heart. But when a rival faction puts a target on my back, the ruthless villain flips a switch. Suddenly, he is tearing the city apart to find me, proving that he will brutally destroy anyone who dares to touch what belongs to him.
He bought my body for revenge. But he will burn the world to keep it.
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Chapter: Chapter 13 : You're Mine To useThe lock clicked at 6am.Leo didn’t move. "If it’s food, leave it.""It isn’t."Marco.Leo opened his eyes anyway because ignoring him felt more dangerous than looking. Marco walked in without knocking, charcoal suit hugging every hard line of his body, black shirt unbuttoned just enough at the collar to show the sharp cut of his collarbones. He dropped the folder on the table, shrugged off his jacket, and rolled his sleeves up slowly, exposing thick, veined forearms."What is that.""Work.""Why is it in here.""Because I’m working in here today." Marco’s voice was low, calm, and final. He pulled out the armchair and sat, thighs spreading wide as he claimed the space like he owned it. Like he owned *everything* in it.Leo sat up slowly, the sheet slipping down his bare chest. "...You’re joking.""No.""So I’m what, your office now.""For now." Marco’s dark eyes flicked over Leo’s torso for a beat too long before returning to the folder.Leo stared at him, heat already crawling unde
Last Updated: 2026-07-22
Chapter: Chapter 12 : The Brother Leo slammed the book shut not because the story was bad but because it wasn’t his, because someone had left it there for him just like the fresh clothes folded at the end of the bed and the hot meals that showed up three times a day and the locked door that never opened from the inside. Comfortable, trapped, and somehow that made him angrier than chains ever could. The lock clicked. Leo didn’t look up. "If you’re here to tell me to eat don’t, I’m not hungry." The door opened anyway and footsteps crossed the room. "You skipped breakfast." Leo leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms. "I wasn’t hungry." Marco Rossi. Charcoal suit, black shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms like he’d just come from something and hadn’t bothered to fix himself. He looked at the untouched tray, then at Leo, then picked the whole thing up and carried it to the door. "It got cold." "You came back because my food got cold?" "I don’t like waste." "Liar." One corner of Marco’s m
Last Updated: 2026-07-21
Chapter: Chapter 11: Blood tiesThe first thing I thought about when I woke up wasn’t him. It was Leo. Ten days behind iron gates and marble walls and I hadn’t heard my brother’s voice once. I didn’t know if he was eating. If he was scared. If he thought I’d abandoned him. That hurt worse than the contract. Worse than the ring on my finger. I found Mrs. Bellini in the sitting room, folding towels like nothing was wrong. “Can I ask you something?” She looked up and smiled. “Of course.” “I want to see Leo.” Her hands stopped. “I’m afraid that’s something only the Don can approve.” I stared at her. “So I need his permission to see my own brother?” She lowered her eyes. “I’m sorry.” Right. Sorry didn’t open gates. I spent the rest of the day pacing. Checking windows. Listening for cars. The house was too quiet. Too perfect. Like I was the only real thing in it. He came home just before sunset. I heard the doors first. Then the shift in the air. The staff moving faster. “The Don is home.”
Last Updated: 2026-07-20
Chapter: Chapter 10: The other DevilThe drive home was silent in a way that felt heavier than the silence on the way there. Not the sharp, warning quiet we’d had in the beginning, when every word felt like it could cut. This was tired. Worn out. The kind of quiet that settles after too many people have been watching you for too long.Dante kept both hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road, but I could tell he wasn’t really seeing it. I did the same thing with the window, watching the city blur past and thinking about three things on repeat.Everyone at that dinner calling me Mrs. Alighieri like it was already true. Dante telling Sophia to leave with the whole room watching. The man on the balcony who smiled at me like he knew my name before I did.When we got inside, neither of us went upstairs. The house was too big and too quiet at 1am. We drifted to the kitchen because it was the only room that didn’t feel like it was waiting for something to happen.I sat at the island and watched Dante pour water. He didn’
Last Updated: 2026-07-16
Chapter: Chapter 9 : The Don's WifeMrs. Bellini had three maids in my room by 6pm and they all talked over each other like they were being paid per opinion.“The red,” the first one said, holding up a dress that was basically three straps and a prayer. “It photographs better. The cameras love red.” “The black,” the second argued, already pinning her hair up like she was getting ready too. “More authority. You need them to take you seriously tonight.” “The gold,” the third whispered, like she was telling me a secret. “For the Morettis. They expect you to look expensive.”I walked past all of them and pulled out the navy dress from the very back of the closet. Long sleeves. High neck. No slit. It was the only thing in the entire room that didn’t feel like I was wearing someone else’s armor.Mrs. Bellini watched me for a second, then gave the smallest nod. “Good,” she said quietly. “Let them wonder why you didn’t try.”When Dante came in at 7:30 he didn’t knock. He just appeared in the doorway in a black suit with his t
Last Updated: 2026-07-16
Chapter: Chapter 8: An Unwanted Gift I woke up to voices in my room and three women I didn’t know standing next to my bed like they’d been waiting for me to open my eyes. “Good morning, Mrs. Alighieri,” the one in front said with a curtsy. She was older, sharp suit, clipboard in her hands. “I’m Ms. De Luca. The Don has ordered a wardrobe prepared for you.” I was still tangled in Dante’s robe from yesterday and it swallowed me whole. “I didn’t order a wardrobe.” Ms. De Luca smiled like that was the expected answer. “The Don doesn’t wait for orders.” Behind her, two other women started wheeling in racks. Dresses in black and red and gold. Boxes of shoes. Cases that clinked when they moved them. Within ten minutes my room looked like a boutique had exploded in it. “Take them back,” I said. Mrs. Bellini appeared in the doorway then, calm and unhurried. “The Don doesn’t accept refusals,” she said quietly. “Shall we begin the fittings?” So I stood there for the next hour while they measured my waist and pinned hems and
Last Updated: 2026-07-16
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