Forced to Marry the Mafia Boss

Nevaeh never asked for that life.

She was just trying to protect her little brother Clyde after their parents died. She's working like a dog for an abusive aunt and her sleazy, jobless husband. But when her uncle's debts caught up to him, Nevaeh was sold like property to strangers who made criminals look like saints. And Clyde? Taken. Hidden. Used as leverage.

"If you don't agree, I'll send your brother instead. At least boys are useful."

"No! Please, he's just a kid. I'll do it. Just... don't touch him."

That was how she ended up in the backseat of a black car, delivered straight to the doorstep of Lucan Drae Ferragamo: a cold-blooded, terrifying crime boss who executed people without flinching.

She thought she'd be scrubbing floors. Cooking for gangsters. Maybe surviving quietly if she kept her head down.

She was wrong.

They gave her a luxurious room. Sat her at the same table as men who killed for a living. Treated her like she was being prepared... not punished. And Lucan? He didn't look at her like a maid. He looked at her like his next obsession... or his next game.

Then one quiet moment in his office shattered everything.

"Take off your clothes."