Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride novel Chapter 1

Author’s Note

This book is a must-read because it holds everything you’ve been craving in a dark, addictive romance.

This story is intense. It is brutal. It is steamy. It is dangerous. Inside, you’ll find hate-to-love, obsession, betrayal, revenge, dominance, and the kind of forbidden passion that sears itself into your soul.

Gianna, the heroine, is everything I’ve always dreamed of writing, strong, brave, soft, untamed. She defies. She resists. But eventually, she surrenders… not out of weakness, but because love this forbidden cannot be denied.

Dante, the man who swore to ruin her, is a world unto himself. In his kingdom, there are no rules. He is controlling. Obsessive. Jealous. Ruthless. A dark ruler forged from hate and vengeance. Yet the woman he vowed to destroy becomes the one he is willing to give up everything, even his life, for.

Together, they are chaos and fire. Destruction and love. The beginning of an ending that should never exist.

Trigger Warnings

This book ventures into dark places. Some scenes are raw. Some are heavy. And not everything is safe. It contains sexual content, abuse, and emotional intensity that may not be for every reader.

Remember: this is fiction. Names, places, and events are creations of imagination. If any detail bears resemblance to reality, it is purely coincidental.

This book is everything, addictive and unforgettable. There is no escape once you step into Dante and Gianna’s world.

Gia’s POV

They dressed me like I wasn’t even human anymore, just something to be auctioned off.

The skirt barely covered my thighs, riding so high it felt obscene. The top was worse, sheer and clinging like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. My breasts pressed against the fabric, nipples visible, as though I was meant to be displayed. Bought.

The heels cut into my ankles, my legs trembling with every shift of weight.

Then my aunt smeared dark red lipstick across my mouth like she was painting on a mask.

“Stop fighting, Gianna.” Her voice snapped sharp, nails digging into my arm as she spun me toward the mirror.

“Look at yourself. This is what they want. What they’ll pay for. You’re going to smile when you walk out there and let those men bid for a night with you.”

My throat burned. Tears blurred my reflection.

“Please… don’t do this. There has to be another way. You can’t sell me to those monsters. I’m your only family.”

“Family?” Her laugh was bitter.

“Your father’s debts destroyed us. You’re all I have left to bargain with.”

Panic gripped my chest. “Then let’s talk to Vincenzo. We’ll find another way. I’ll work…anything. I’ll pay it back, even if it takes years.”

“Oh, my sweet, naïve girl…” Her voice softened for a heartbeat, then hardened again. “Vincenzo isn’t going to wait years. He wants his money now. And if you refuse the auction?”

Her eyes cut into me, cold and merciless. “We’ll both be dead by morning.”

She shoved my shoulders back, forcing my spine straight.

“Vincenzo promised us twenty percent of whatever you’re sold for. That’s enough to start over.”

A sob caught in my throat. “Twenty percent? Is that all I’m worth to you?”

Her eyes narrowed. “This isn’t just about you. I gave up my life for you—for your father. When your mother died, I stayed. I raised you. I sacrificed everything. Don’t you dare question my loyalty.”

She silenced me with a hand, her breath hot and bitter against my cheek.

“This is the price your father left for you to pay.”

A tear slipped down my face. For a moment, her tone softened.

“There’s no need for tears. You’re alive because of me. If I hadn’t dragged you through those underground tunnels that night… if those men had found you…” her voice faltered, a shiver breaking through. “God, they would’ve done the unthinkable.”

Her thumb brushed my cheek, tender, almost motherly. For a moment, I couldn’t tell which version of her was real, the woman who once sang me to sleep, or the one who now dressed me like a lamb for slaughter.

“There’s no use shielding you anymore.” Her gaze pinned me in place. “Your father wasn’t the man you believed him to be. He was ruthless in his dealings, and he made enemies. Dangerous. Unforgiving.”

My stomach dropped. “No… you’re wrong. Dad… he wouldn’t…”

Her lips curved with pity. “You were a princess in a tower, spoiled and blind. You never saw the world. You never saw who your father really was.”

Her voice grew meaner. “Now you will.”

She leaned in, whispering the name like a curse.

“One of the men your father crossed was Dante De Luca.”

The name alone made my heart stutter. I didn’t know it, but it felt like a warning.

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