The Mafia King Dies Every Time He Kisses Me

“The most dangerous men in the world don’t fear bullets… they fear destiny.”

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Lake Como, Italy.

Rain poured over the ancient De Luca Estate, washing the marble staircases in silver as hundreds of luxury cars lined the entrance. Helicopters circled overhead while armed guards in tailored black suits stood shoulder to shoulder, their expressions carved from stone.

Tonight was not just another wedding.

It was the most expensive alliance ever witnessed by the Italian underworld.

Every influential mafia family in Europe had gathered beneath one roof.

Because tonight…

Alessio De Luca, the twenty-nine-year-old king of the De Luca Crime Syndicate, was getting married.

Not for love.

Not for happiness.

For power.

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Inside the cathedral-like ballroom, silence fell as the massive golden doors slowly opened.

Seraphina Rossi stepped inside.

She looked breathtaking in an ivory silk wedding gown that shimmered beneath thousands of crystal lights. A cathedral-length veil flowed behind her like mist, while diamonds rested delicately against her skin.

She looked like an angel.

But behind the veil…

Her hands trembled.

Not because she was nervous.

Because she remembered her grandmother’s dying words.

“Never let a man love you, Seraphina.”

“If he truly kisses you… he will die.”

She had laughed at those words when she was sixteen.

Now…

Standing before the most feared man in Italy…

They no longer felt like a fairy tale.

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At the altar stood Alessio De Luca.

Over six feet three.

Broad shoulders.

Jet-black tailored tuxedo.

A black silk tie.

Cold grey eyes.

His face held the impossible beauty of a Renaissance sculpture, yet there was something terrifying about him.

He wasn’t smiling.

He never smiled.

Rumor said he had ended wars with a single sentence…

Destroyed empires with one signature…

And buried traitors without leaving his chair.

To the world…

He wasn’t merely a mafia boss.

He was a king.

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Alessio watched Seraphina walk toward him.

His expression never changed.

Beautiful.

Elegant.

Fragile.

Exactly as the investigation files had described.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

Marriage was business.

Feelings were weaknesses.

He had buried his heart years ago.

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The priest cleared his throat.

“Do you, Alessio De Luca, take Seraphina Rossi as your lawful wife?”

“I do.”

No hesitation.

No emotion.

Just certainty.

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“And do you, Seraphina Rossi, take Alessio De Luca as your lawful husband?”

She looked into his eyes.

Cold.

Unreadable.

A man capable of destroying entire bloodlines.

A man who had no idea that destiny had already chosen him.

“…I do.”

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Applause erupted through the ballroom.

Crystal chandeliers sparkled.

Violins filled the air.

Champagne was poured.

The alliance between the De Luca family and the Rossi family had officially begun.

Then the priest smiled.

“You may kiss your bride.”

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The entire ballroom held its breath.

Seraphina’s heartbeat became painfully loud.

No.

Please…

Don’t.

She wanted to step back.

To scream.

To tell him the truth.

But hundreds of eyes watched them.

There was nowhere to run.

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Alessio lifted her veil with surprising gentleness.

For the first time…

He truly saw her.

Not the daughter of an ally.

Not a political bride.

Just…

Her.

Those emerald eyes held a sadness he couldn’t explain.

For one strange heartbeat…

The ruthless Mafia King felt something unfamiliar.

Curiosity.

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He placed one gloved hand beneath her chin.

His thumb brushed against her skin.

Warm.

Soft.

She closed her eyes.

A silent tear escaped beneath her lashes.

Alessio noticed it.

Why was she crying?

Before he could ask…

Their lips met.

A brief kiss.

Barely lasting two seconds.

Soft.

Silent.

Harmless.

Or so everyone believed.

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The moment they separated…

A sharp pain exploded inside Alessio’s chest.

His vision blurred.

The ballroom tilted.

His heartbeat became violently irregular.

His breathing stopped.

A strange metallic taste filled his mouth.

He raised a hand to his lips.

Red.

Blood.

One crimson drop fell onto the white marble floor.

Then another.

And another.

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Gasps echoed across the hall.

The violinists stopped playing.

Champagne glasses slipped from trembling hands.

Someone screamed.

“Boss!”

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Alessio staggered backward.

Every nerve in his body burned.

A terrifying whisper echoed inside his mind.

A voice that didn’t belong to anyone in the room.

“The first kiss has claimed its price.”

He froze.

Who said that?

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Seraphina stared at the blood on his lips.

Her face turned deathly pale.

“No…”

she whispered.

“No… it can’t be…”

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Before anyone could reach him—

Alessio collapsed onto one knee.

The strongest man in Italy…

The man who had survived assassinations, explosions, and wars…

Was coughing blood in front of every mafia family.

Chaos erupted.

Doctors rushed forward.

Guards drew their weapons instinctively.

Guests shouted over one another.

Someone yelled,

“Check the bride!”

Another shouted,

“He’s been poisoned!”

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The family physician arrived within seconds.

He checked Alessio’s pulse.

His expression changed instantly.

“This isn’t poison…”

His hands began shaking.

“It doesn’t make sense.”

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Alessio forced himself to look up.

His grey eyes locked onto Seraphina.

She wasn’t shocked.

She looked…

Terrified.

As if she had expected this.

Why?

Who was she?

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Seraphina took one trembling step toward him.

“I’m…”

Her voice broke.

“I’m so sorry.”

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Alessio reached for her instinctively.

But before his fingers could touch hers…

Everything went black.

He collapsed unconscious into the arms of his men.

The ballroom fell into complete silence.

The physician slowly stood.

His face had lost every trace of color.

He looked toward the gathered mafia leaders and spoke words that froze the entire room.

“There is no poison.”

He swallowed hard.

“There is no disease.”

His eyes drifted toward the unconscious Mafia King.

Then toward Seraphina.

Finally, he whispered…

“Something impossible has just begun.”