Married to the Billionaire Mafia Don
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Married to the Billionaire Mafia Don

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"You’re leaving,” Lorenzo said.
“I am," Ivy confirmed.
“You can’t.”
“Watch me,” Ivy hissed, brushing past him.
“I mean it, Ivy. You can’t leave,” he insisted.
“Let me go, Lorenzo! I don’t belong here."
“You're mine to protect,” he said quietly.
And then, he leaned in and kissed her.
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Ivy Wesley believed that marrying a wealthy stranger would be her golden escape from a life of struggle. Lorenzo Martinelli was supposed to be her way out: her fresh start, her answer to every prayer whispered in the dark.
But the moment the mansion doors shut behind her, Ivy understood the truth. She hadn’t stepped into a fairy tale. She had walked straight into the lion’s den.
The whispers about the Martinelli family’s ties to the Mafia aren’t just rumors; they’re real, and now Ivy is bound to them by a ring on her finger and secrets she can never unlearn. There is no undoing this choice. No clean exit. Not after what she’s seen. Not after what she knows.
Surrounded by dangerous alliances, ruthless power plays, and truths sharp enough to draw blood, Ivy finds herself caught in a world where trust is a luxury and loyalty can be lethal. Yet in the middle of the chaos, something even more unexpected takes root: a love she never planned for, never prepared for, and may not survive.
Now Ivy faces an impossible choice: run while she still can, or stand her ground beside the man who could destroy her as easily as he protects her. In a world where betrayal lurks behind every polished smile and devotion can cost a life, can their love endure… or will it be the very thing that brings everything crashing down?

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Tags: darkHEfriends to loversarranged marriagekickass heroinemafiaheir/heiressdramacity
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“Giulia?” Ivy whispered softly as she stepped into the quiet hospital room.

The fluorescent lights above hummed faintly, casting a pale glow across the sterile walls. Giulia lay propped up against her pillows, her face colorless and drawn, her dark hair limp around her shoulders.

Beside her, Evelyn sat on a chair pulled close to ……

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