Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride novel Chapter 30

Gia’s POV

I stood there, fingers tightening around the polished door of Dante’s office.

Grace had said he wanted to see me urgently, and my mind had been spinning ever since. Had I done something to upset him? Was I about to walk into another punishment, or worse? But there was only one way to find out.

I pushed the door open.

He was behind his desk, head bent over a stack of documents, but he glanced up the second I entered. As always, he was in black, a fitted shirt that clung to the breadth of his shoulders and chest, his hair perfectly slicked back. He looked every inch the decent businessman you would see on the Forbes list. But no one would guess the truth, that beneath that facade, he was a mafia king.

I lingered by the door, nerves holding me back, until his voice cut through the silence, low, commanding, undeniable.

“Closer, Gia.”

My feet moved before my brain caught up, carrying me toward him until I stood directly in front of his desk.

He leaned casually against his seat, his dark eyes dragging over me in that way that made it impossible to breathe.

“Sit.”

I lowered myself into the chair opposite him, spine stiff, not relaxing into the seat.

Dante reached for a sleek black folder resting at the corner of his desk and slid it across the wooden surface toward me.

My brows furrowed. “What is this?”

“The updated mistress contract,” his voice smooth, like it was nothing more than a business transaction.

My mouth parted, but no words came out.

“You can go through it,” he added, his tone almost casual. Almost. “And sign.”

I lowered my gaze to the folder, fingers racing as I opened it.

My eyes followed the neat, printed lines. *Mistress Contract with Gianna Giovanni.*

Promises laid out in black and white: protection, housing, food, clothes, vacations, even an allowance bigger than anything my father had ever given me.

He had thought of everything. It didn’t read like a contract so much as him buying peace of mind, as much as he was buying me.

I turned the pages faster, my pulse climbing with every flip. I wasn’t searching for luxuries, I was hunting for the one thing that mattered.

The words blurred until, finally, at the very end, I saw it. Relief washed through me as I read it in black and white: he would cover all tuition, books, and expenses. But my relief dimmed as I read further. I would be escorted by bodyguards to and from class. No parties. No friends. No staying late. Straight home after lectures.

I wanted to roll my eyes, to scoff at the arrogance of it all, but I stayed perfectly still. After what happened the last time I disobeyed him, I wasn’t foolish enough to test him here.

Besides, this leash was no different from the one I’d been under in my father’s house.

My eyes drifted to the final page, and froze.

Another clause stared back at me, written with chilling clarity: No other lover. No partner but him. Mine. For life.

My throat went dry. Mine, for life. Did he really mean it like that?

Beneath it, another line: Failure to comply will result in punishment as deemed fit by Dante De Luca.

Punishment. My stomach twisted. He would own not just my body, but my every choice. My every mistake.

And what about him? I couldn’t stop the thought from rising. Who would hold him accountable if he took another lover? If he wanted a bed full of women, I’d be powerless to stop him.

The image made my chest tighten. Was that… jealousy? God. Why did I care? I shouldn’t care.

My only goal was escape. To disappear far from him, far from my father’s enemies. To find a place where none of them could reach me. That’s what I should want, freedom.

So why did the thought of him with someone else feel like a knife twisting inside me?

The soft click of a pen sliding across the desk snapped me out of my thoughts.

“As you can see,” Dante's gaze cut through me, “I updated it to include your little college request. I trust that means you won’t be giving me any more trouble.”

My eyes dropped to the contract, then back on him. My entire life, about to be signed away. And in truth, I had no choice.

Slowly, I reached out, my fingertips brushing his as I took it.

“Is this even legal?” The words slipped out before I could stop them.

His jaw ticked, impatience flashing across his mouth.

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