Wrong Marriage. Right Bride : An Arranged Marriage Dark Mafia Romance (Wrong Vows Book 1)

At sixteen, she saved a dying boy outside her father’s estate.
She didn’t know he was the heir to the Italian mafia.
She didn’t know her own father had ordered his torture.
She only knew he was bleeding.
She stayed with him for fourteen hours.
Then he vanished.

Ten years later, she’s running again—hunted, alone, desperate.
She stumbles into a church for sanctuary… and hides in a dressing room.
Then she sees him.
The boy she saved.
Now a ruthless mafia king.

And his men, surrounding her instantly, hands on guns, eyes blazing with fury.
But he doesn’t flinch. He’s already smiling—knowing.
“Stand down,” he says, calm and commanding.

His eyes lock on hers, piercing.
“Just tell me one thing,” he murmurs. “Do you still desire me the way you did back then?”
The room goes silent. “Because if you do,” he adds, voice dangerous, “I’ll cancel this wedding right now… and make you my bride.”

With nowhere left to run, she says yes.

She thinks he’s marrying her out of gratitude.
She’s wrong.
He marries her for revenge.
Her father didn’t just hurt him—he destroyed his childhood.
And what better way to repay that pain than to trap the enemy’s daughter under his roof?

On the altar, he kisses her slowly, his lips tasting of peach—the one thing she’s deathly allergic to.
Minutes later, she’s collapsing at the altar.
Through the chaos—
He watches.
Satisfied.

On their wedding night, he declared,
“My first love, Violet, was my first kiss… she was supposed to be my bride, but I left her at the altar today and married you instead—not because I hate her, but because I want you to suffer in my palm.

Their marriage stays a battlefield for three long weeks—until fate shatters it all: Elena is kidnapped on the third week.
When she’s rescued, she discovers she’s pregnant.
She swears she was never touched.

He doesn’t believe her.
He convinces himself the child was conceived during her captivity—that it belongs to one of the men who took her.
Twenty-one DNA tests.
None can confirm he’s the father.

He rejects her.
Rejects the baby.

Treats both like stains he can’t wash away.
Yet when Violet becomes pregnant—with another man’s child—he guards her like she carries his heir. Attends every appointment. Shields her from stress.

And when Violet accuses her of theft, he has her thrown into a freezing room—despite her being eight months pregnant and close to giving birth.
She pounds on the door, screaming that the baby is coming.

He doesn’t listen.
Hours later, he unlocks the door.
He nudges her with his shoe.

Her body rolls across the icy floor.
And he sees it.
A dark, frozen pool of blood beneath her and a crumpled medical report clutched in her stiff fingers.

High-risk pregnancy at eight months—exposure to extreme cold could induce fetal demise.
For the first time—
He breaks.
“Get the ambulance! Now!”
He carries her himself, panic tearing through him, her blood staining his hands.

But when he reaches the hospital… she’s gone.
Snatched from him in a single, merciless moment.
His world shatters.

“No one takes my wife from me.”

For the first time in his life, the ruthless mafia king falls to his knees—
Consumed by rage, grief, and the horrifying truth:
The woman he destroyed… may be the only one he was never meant to lose.