The Bride Sold to the Bloodthirsty Mafia

Sophia's POV

As I walked past the private lounge, I vaguely heard a woman's provocative voice from inside.

"You better use some force later, Mr. Vittorio."

"You are a greedy little bitch."

My steps instantly froze at the sound of that familiar voice.

It was my fiancé, Luca Vittorio.

So, who the hell was this woman?

Clenching my jaw, I shoved open the unlocked door.

The heavy smell of cigars and lust slammed into me.

Inside, Luca lounged on a large velvet sofa, his shirt unbuttoned. His physique was powerfully built, a black thorn tattoo spreading across his left chest and climbing up to his collarbone.

He was breathtakingly handsome, with a rugged build and a tan complexion. His grey-blue eyes swept over me with crushing pressure.

A curvy, blonde woman was draped over him, her cleavage almost pressing against his pectoral muscles.

"Fuck! Who let you in?" the woman shrieked, tightening her grip on Luca, like a boneless snake.

Luca merely said, "Ignore her, darling. Let's continue."

I sat in the cold dressing room, my mind consumed by that disgusting scene.

Just hours ago, I had witnessed my fiancé, the heir handpicked by the old Don Vittorio—Luca Vittorio—entangled with a blonde woman on a lounge sofa.

Damn it.

I was furious, not out of jealousy, but because of the blatant humiliation.

"Ms. Klein, Mr. Vittorio still hasn't arrived," the maid's timid voice sounded from outside the door.

I squeezed my eyes shut, the rage surging again.

Yet, all I could do was endure. I had tried to fight back, only a short while ago.

Yes, hours earlier, I had aimed a gun at that man.

I had pulled the black Beretta from the holster inside Luca's jacket.

Looking back, Luca could have easily broken my wrist before I even touched the weapon, but he hadn't.

I took a deep breath, recalling what he had said to me then.

"My dear fiancée," he'd purred. "Are you looking for some pre-wedding excitement?"

I pressed the muzzle against his chest muscle. "The Vittorio heir is certainly unique. I just wonder if your debauched lifestyle will leave you standing to say 'I do' tomorrow."

"Of course," Luca chuckled. "You're the first to point a gun at me. But tell me, my little wildcat, do you even know how to use it?"

His large hand covered mine on the grip, guiding my index finger to press firmly on the trigger guard. "Sweetheart, just keep your hand here, and then... bang! It's simple. Want to try?"

For a moment, I considered a suicide move.

But seeing his mocking confidence, I cooled down. I couldn't afford to provoke the Vittorio family.

I had no doubt. if I pulled that trigger, I would be the one who died.

The standoff ended only when urgent warning calls from both our family heads came through simultaneously.

As I turned to leave, I threw one line at the devil. "Have a pleasant night, Mr. Vittorio. I'll see you at the engagement party."

I dragged myself out of the memory, taking another deep breath. I thought the old Don's call would make Luca show some restraint. Instead, he was late—or rather, not even here.

"Fuck that asshole."

I bit down hard. If I wasn't forced into this marriage and completely powerless to fight it, I'd die before setting foot on Vittorio territory!

"Sophia!"

My mother, Serafina, an equally exquisite woman, rushed in. "What are you doing? The guests are all here!"

"Luca hasn't arrived."

"Vittorio is king here. So what if he's late? Right now, you should be out there greeting people alone, not sitting here making the family look like fools," my mother snapped.

"Listen to me. The fate of the Klein family rests in your hands. If you mess this up today, if you embarrass the Kleins and the Vittorios, I will disown you!"

I laughed.

As always, I was nothing more than a convenient weapon to the Kleins, never a beloved daughter.

"Don't worry, Mother. I know what to do."

I stood up, opened the dressing room door, and walked into the grand ballroom.

The crystal chandeliers exploded in a dazzling light. The moment I appeared, many eyes fixed on me.

But most of them were waiting for a show.

Yes, everyone knew Luca was notoriously unfaithful. Just last night, he’d made the front page of the tabloids with a famous actress.

I straightened my spine, ignoring the stabbing stares as I walked through the crowd.

Just as the atmosphere grew awkward due to the groom's absence, a stir started at the entrance.

All the chatter instantly stopped.

At the doorway, a man stood tall and powerful. His height, nearly 6’3”, naturally commanded attention. The black tuxedo clung perfectly to his powerful muscles, full of coiled tension.

His grey-blue eyes swept the room with cold, arrogant disdain.

"It's Luca!"

Reporters’ cameras instantly went insane, all focused on him.

Luca walked up to me, his arm wrapping around my waist as if it belonged there. His gun-calloused thumb scraped my side. "My apologies, darling. I'm late."

My body stiffened, but I couldn't pull away.

The reporters, like sharks scenting blood, instantly swarmed us.

"Mr. Vittorio, is your lateness related to your dinner with Ms. Anna last night?"

"Ms. Klein, how do you feel about your fiancé's pre-wedding scandals? Do you think he’ll settle down after the marriage?"

"Luca, do you truly love Miss Sophia, or is this simply a family alliance?"

My face went pale.

These questions cut straight to the core of the alliance.

And the truth was simple.

Luca and I would never be happy. He didn't love me; he was with me only for the power and profit he'd gain from the Klein family.

Then, Luca chuckled low in his throat.

Ignoring the reporters, he fixed his hand behind my head and, to the astonishment of everyone present, dipped his head and kissed me.

I gasped, eyes wide. When I finally reacted, I struggled fiercely, but Luca's strength was far beyond mine. He effortlessly caught my wrists and twisted them behind my back.

To outsiders, we must have looked like a deeply-in-love couple sharing a passionate kiss.

But only I felt the crushing grip on my wrists and the undeniable, savage dominance of his mouth.

"Cooperate. Or the Klein family loses every dock on the East Coast by tomorrow."

That sentence instantly broke my resistance.

Yes. Whether I liked it or not, I was trapped.

Seeming to feel my compliance, Luca slowly released me. His thumb traced my lips suggestively as he faced the stunned reporters.

"Now, does anyone still have questions about my private life?"