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THE MAFIA BRIDE’S REDEMPTION

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When Isabella De Luca agreed to marry Dante Marino, the infamous leader of the Marino crime syndicate, it wasn’t for love—it was for survival. Born into a rival mafia family on the brink of collapse, Isabella’s father struck a desperate deal: her hand in marriage in exchange for protection. Forced into a gilded cage, Isabella vows to hate the man who has taken her freedom. But Dante is not the cold-hearted monster she expected. Beneath his ruthless exterior lies a man burdened by his dark past and his struggle to balance power with honor. The closer Isabella gets to unraveling the truth about him, the harder it becomes to keep her heart guarded. When a shadowy betrayal within the Marino ranks threatens to destroy everything, Isabella finds herself entangled in a web of lies, danger, and passion. As her icy walls crumble, Dante’s enemies seize their opportunity, forcing the couple to confront not only their feelings but the ruthless world they inhabit. In a fight for survival, redemption, and love, Isabella and Dante must decide: are they willing to sacrifice everything, including each other, to escape their blood-soaked legacy? Or will they embrace the chaos, becoming more than just a marriage of convenience—becoming a force no enemy could ever destroy?
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: The Proposal of Doom

The air in the De Luca estate reeked of desperation, the stifling scent of failure mingling with the bitter aroma of whiskey clinging to the mahogany furniture. Isabella De Luca, seated at the head of the dining table, clenched her fists tightly in her lap as her father paced like a caged animal.

"You don't understand, Isabella," her father said, his voice ragged with exhaustion and fear. "This is the only way to save our family."

Isabella's heart pounded like a war drum in her chest. She knew things had been bad—her family's influence in the underworld had been waning for years. Rival families had chipped away at their power, and their enemies, the Marino syndicate, were circling like wolves around a dying prey. But this? Offering her hand in marriage to Dante Marino, the infamous kingpin of New York's criminal underworld? It was unthinkable.

"No," Isabella said, her voice as sharp as the knife she wished she could plunge into this plan. "You're asking me to sell my soul to a devil."

Her father slammed his hand on the table, making her flinch. "You don't have a choice! Do you think I like this? That I want to hand my daughter over to a man like him? But this isn't just about you—it's about all of us. Without his protection, we'll be dead by the end of the month."

Before Isabella could respond, the sound of tires screeching on gravel echoed from the driveway. Her blood turned to ice.

"He's here," her father said grimly, running a hand through his thinning hair.

Isabella swallowed hard and rose from her seat, her legs trembling beneath her. She knew who was coming. Dante Marino. The Devil of the East Side. A man whispered about in fearful tones—his reputation painted with blood and destruction.

The double doors to the dining room opened with an ominous creak, and in walked the man himself. Dante Marino was taller than she expected, his broad shoulders cutting an imposing figure in his tailored black suit. His dark eyes scanned the room with the calculated sharpness of a predator. His gaze landed on her, and for a moment, the air seemed to be sucked out of the room.

He was terrifyingly handsome, in the way that made you question if beauty could mask danger. His jawline was sharp enough to cut glass, his lips curled into the faintest hint of a smirk as he took in her defiance.

"So," Dante said, his voice deep and smooth like a slow poison. "This is Isabella."

"I'm not some prize to be paraded around," Isabella snapped before she could stop herself.

Dante's smirk widened, but his eyes darkened. "Good. I don't want a meek little wife. I need a queen who can handle fire."

Isabella's father coughed nervously, stepping between them. "Dante, please, sit. Let's discuss the terms."

"I'm not interested in terms," Dante replied, his gaze never leaving Isabella. He walked closer, his presence suffocating, until he was just inches away from her. "This is how it's going to work. You marry me. You obey me. And in return, your family survives. Understand?"

The room spun, and Isabella clenched her fists harder, her nails digging into her palms. Every fiber of her being screamed to say no, to fight, to run. But she knew what refusal would mean.

"I understand," she said through gritted teeth, her voice trembling but laced with defiance.

Dante leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Good. But make no mistake, Isabella. You may hate me now, but by the end of this, you'll beg to be mine."

He pulled back, flashing her a devilish grin that sent shivers down her spine.

"Let's hope you're as strong as you look," Dante said, turning on his heel. "The wedding is in a week."

As he strode out of the room, Isabella felt the weight of her entire world crashing down. She had just made a deal with the devil, and there was no turning back.