THE CRAZIEST LOVE STORY(A Mafia Story 18+)

sunlight pierced through the large windows of her small but cozy home while it drizzled, lighting up the bookshelves pack

g to her. She often saw life itself as a chess match, with its endless moves and countermoves. Wendy had been playing since she was 4 years old, taught by her late grandfather, who always said, "In ch

nline chess match while also writing a blog post. Her blog, named The Society, was where she criti

s, a brilliant chess prodigy, had been lured into their world with promises of wealth and protection. He ended up dead, labeled as co

tically warm toward the Aurelius family-a family widely known for their illegal dealings and Mafia world operations. Late-night calls, hushed conversations, and his worri

er, Nathan, poked his head in with a grin. "Dad's calling you d

ce. "A gala? On a Wednesday?" She stood and headed d

, his gray hair neatly combed. Beside him, her stepmother, Clarissa, sipped tea with a calm bu

e been invited to the Aurelius Foundation's

with me? You want me... us... to go to an event that would have very corrupt and crim

Her stepmo

issa stepped in. "Wendy, it's for a good cause. And yo

ys are free to go, but I will not. I cannot be seen para

ts, no more questions. Now, if you still want to remain under this roof as my child, and you know wh

father added. "There'll be plenty of

ed in any of that," she muttered, brushi

who had always spoken out against corruption, now mingling with people like them? It was a red flag. She couldn't ignor

ius Mansion. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, their lights sparkling like stars.

some of whom Wendy recognized as having ties to the mafia. Her siblin

l man near the bar. His sharp features and confident stance made him stand out. He was Damian Aureliu

toward a side room where a chessboard had been set up for the guests. A small crowd h

re, a faint smirk on his face. "Do yo

things interesti

ldn't stop staring at Damian. It's been a while she had seen someone this handsome and

bold and unpredictable. She couldn't help but notice how

mian leaned back, clapping slowly. "Im

lied, though she felt a sm

you are Damian Aur

ight," he said

be Wendy Rhoad

They both burs

oorway. Wendy's father and Damian's mother exchanged polite

wo of you," Clarissa said, her t

, "You play a dangerous game, Miss Rhoades. Let's h

ze, her face cal

ring the start of a conne