Married The Mafia King

t had been pushed under her door an hour ago. Her textbooks remained open on the desk behind her, her laptop screen still displayed

tructions she never expected to see. Her father's name was listed near the top, followed by a sum so large it didn't make sense. Two hundred and fifty tho

se. It was a demand, which seems direct and final. The words were clear: the debt would

re the kind of people others only mentioned in lowered voices. Her pulse quickened as she stood and paced the room, still gripping the paper. This had to be a mistake. She wasn't pa

throat. It wasn't the soft knock of a friend or roommate, it was the k

oice called from

dn't a

't wait

its stood in the hallway. Clean-shaven, well-dressed and both o

lope. "Your father's choices have co

to anything," she

u w

ession or open threat. But something in their ton

" she said, tr

er need to a

none of them looked in her direction. She realized, with a hollow feeling, that this had been planned. These men didn't expect her t

om, then grabbed her phone a

hed interior and the engine sound was quiet. Aria sat in the back seat, her bag on her lap w

be gone for a few days.

ause she wasn't sure how

going about their days while hers unraveled. She tried to calm herself, to think logically. Her father was known t

ord. Inside, the mansion looked wealthy and expensive, the floors were all polished tiles and the high ceil

ling windows gave a view of the city skyline. Everything inside was clean, sharp

n said, then walked throug

she was too scared to touch anything either. Her stomach was tight and her hand

ca entered

ack. His face was clean-shaven but his expression was unreadable. He didn't look like a criminal, but there was someth

id. "You're

dn't r

tand the situa

istake, but what I don't underst

nd finally turned to face her fully. "Your father didn't make

agree to

o. The paperwork

ck a bit. "Tha

world," he a

wasn't courtroom theory or debate, it was just raw and unquestionable power. She realized then that

oward her wit

. The wedding will be private. Your father's deb

ay no?" Ari

" Leon said

aw as she tightened

. "But this is not about you. This is about loyalty, balance, and s

a thing t

ly. "Stay and fight to make y

is voice or threaten her directly. B

isappearing into a hallway w

ons. Aria stood alone in the center of the room, surrounded by expensive furniture and cold sp

ling away lives, and she had j