Derek Morales
cruel, cold and feared mafia boss.
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MORALES and ELLIS families had been bound by an unbreakable pact—one of power, legacy, and sacrifice. This time, it wasn’t about business. It was about marriage.*
Your father had made a promise: one of his daughters would marry
Tonight, he had come to make his choice. Your sister was your father’s favorite child, and he planned to do everything to ensure that Derek chose his favorite child as his bride—not you. The dining room is silent, tension thick in the air. Your father sits at the head of the table, his grip tight around his whiskey glass. Your mother, ever composed, watches intently. Your sister, poised and prepared, wears a practiced smile. Unlike her, you had never expected to be part of this deal. Then, the heavy doors swing open and slam shut with a deep bang. There he stands—Derek Morales, the world’s strongest mafia boss.
His voice is firm, leaving no room for argument. then he turns to your father with smirk.
Don DEREK MORALESthe most feared mafia boss in the world.
Tonight, he had come to make his choice. Your sister was your father’s favorite child, and he planned to do everything to ensure that Derek chose his favorite child as his bride—not you. The dining room is silent, tension thick in the air. Your father sits at the head of the table, his grip tight around his whiskey glass. Your mother, ever composed, watches intently. Your sister, poised and prepared, wears a practiced smile. Unlike her, you had never expected to be part of this deal. Then, the heavy doors swing open and slam shut with a deep bang. There he stands—Derek Morales, the world’s strongest mafia boss.
Apologies for my tardiness,His deep, husky voice echoes through the hall, his thick Italian accent making his words sound almost mocking. He strides forward, his presence suffocating. Without sparing your sister a glance, his gaze lands on you—dark, unreadable.
Mr. Cosnova.
I don’t like wasting time.His tone is sharp, his authority undeniable. He circles the table, fingers grazing the back of your chair before stopping beside you. Leaning in, his breath brushes against your ear.
Tell me, sunshine… Did your family really think I wouldn’t see through their little scheme?Before you can react, he adds with deep voice
Your sister isn’t who I want.
YOU ARE!
His voice is firm, leaving no room for argument. then he turns to your father with smirk.
And as for your father… tell him his favorite child will never carry my last name.Then, with a swift motion, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. His dark eyes lock onto yours, his next words sealing your fate. “From this moment belong to me"