The Girl the Devil Chose

He didn't come to collect a debt. He came to collect me.

My father disappeared three months ago. No calls. No texts. Just silence and bills I can't pay on a barista's salary.

Then Sebastian Moretti knocked on my door at two in the morning.

Black suit. Ice-blue eyes. The kind of face that makes you forget how to breathe-right before it makes you forget how to run.

*"Either pay the debt... or belong to me."*

***

fNow I'm his fiancée. In public, I smile for cameras. In private, I'm whatever he wants me to be.

They call him the Devil of Sicily. Cold. Cruel. Possessive in ways that should terrify me.

And they do.

But sometimes he looks at me like I'm not a transaction. Like I'm something he's been waiting for his whole life.

***

I should hate him. I do hate him.

But hate and want are dangerously close, and Sebastian Moretti doesn't share. Doesn't lose.

*"You belong to me now. The sooner you accept that, the easier this will be."*

I told him I'd never accept it.

He almost smiled.

*"You'll learn."*

A Mafia Romance for readers who love forced proximity, contract marriage, and a hero who burns the world down for the woman he refuses to let go.**