The Mafia Boss's Pet Wife

The silence in the mansion was almost absolute, broken only by the occasional crackling of the fireplace in my study. The house seemed calm, but my mind was far from it. I sat alone, sunk into one of the leather sofas, holding a glass of whiskey, replaying the night when Sophia's fate was decided without her knowledge.

It all started with an offer, an unexpected and obscure proposal. The man, if he could even be called that, resembled a rat. He could barely look me in the eye, his body sweaty and his trembling hands holding a photo of her. He placed it on the table between us as if it were an item at auction, not a young woman with a life and a soul.

"She's problematic," he began, trying to justify his actions. "But she's smart. Beautiful. You can mold her however you want."

My hands tingled with anger hearing those words. It wasn't compassion-it was disdain. This man was discarding something he had clearly never valued. And there I was, faced with a choice.

"Why do you think I'd be interested?" I asked, testing his limits.

He laughed nervously. "Because you like challenges. I know that. I've seen what you've done before. There's nothing you can't control, and she... she needs someone to control her."

The photo was still between us, face up. It was a simple, almost casual image, but her eyes held me captive. There was something there, something he had never seen. She was more than vulnerability or beauty. There was strength. A rare kind of strength, hidden behind an expression that mixed distrust and curiosity.

"I want to meet her first," I said firmly, careful not to reveal the impact the photo had already had on me.

He hesitated. His eyes roamed the study, as if searching for an escape. But greed always speaks louder. "Of course. Whenever you want."

That's how she entered my world, without a choice but with a potential I was determined to unlock. I wasn't an altruistic man. Never had been. But I wasn't needlessly cruel either. The game I was about to start with Sophia was more than control-it was transformation. She wouldn't be a pawn. She was the queen of my board.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

I remembered the first time I saw her in person. Her eyes were even more expressive than in the photograph. They carried pain, resistance, and... something else. Something that challenged me. She tried to hide her vulnerability, but I could see beyond the surface. It was impossible not to.

I wouldn't lie to myself: part of me wanted her from the beginning. Not just out of desire, but because of the promise of discovering how far she could go. There was something fascinating about people who didn't know their own strength. And Sophia was exactly that: a mystery waiting to be unraveled.

That night, when I entered her room, I knew I was taking a big risk. She could reject me, pull away even further. But the risk was part of the process. Every move I made was calculated but carried a touch of spontaneity. "You're awake," I stated, more to provoke her than to get a response.

Of course, she was. Her mind must have been racing, trying to understand what was happening. Sophia was stubborn, but her resistance had limits. All I needed was to push her in the right direction.

She tried to appear defiant, but her hesitation betrayed her. "What do you want now?"

There were many possible answers to that question. But I chose the one that would intrigue her most. "I want to show you something."

She hesitated as I extended my hand toward her. Her eyes searched my face for a clue, trying to predict my intentions. But I knew she wouldn't resist. Curiosity always wins, especially in someone like her. When she finally placed her hand in mine, I felt the first thread of trust. It was tenuous, fragile, but it was there.

I led her down a corridor she had never explored. The mansion was large, full of secrets. Every painting on the walls, every piece of furniture, told a story. But the most important story was hers, and she didn't know that yet. "Where are we going?" she asked, her voice trying to sound firm but carrying a note of uncertainty.

"You'll see," I replied, keeping the suspense alive.

I stopped in front of a massive wooden door. Behind it was the scene I had prepared. Candles, wine, a perfectly set table. Everything meticulously planned to create the right atmosphere. But what truly mattered was what that room represented: a test.

"A test," I said, watching as she took in the environment around us.

"I'm not a project," she shot back, crossing her arms in an attempt to protect herself.

I smiled. "No, you're not. But you're here because you have potential. Because you can be more than you imagine."

She remained silent, but I knew I had planted a seed. Sophia was proud, but she was also curious. It was a dangerous combination for her and perfect for me.

The game we were playing was delicate. Every word, every gesture, was a piece on the board. And I had to move them with precision.

"Why me?" she asked, breaking the silence as she held a glass of wine.

"Because I see what you try to hide. You have something most people don't: resilience. But you also have fear. And fear can be transformed into power."

She rolled her eyes but said nothing. It was the reaction I expected. I didn't want her to accept everything immediately. The conflict within her was essential. It was what would make her grow, what would make her fight to discover who she truly was.

When I left her room that night, I knew the game was just beginning. She was on the edge of the abyss, but she still needed to take the next step. And I would be there to ensure she didn't retreat.

Sophia didn't know everything. She didn't know how she came to me, nor the conditions that led her stepfather to offer her like a disposable object. And I would never let her fully discover it. Some truths were irrelevant to what we were building.

But I knew one thing: she was no longer just a piece on the board. She was the center of everything. And as long as I controlled the game, I would ensure she saw how much she could conquer-even if she had to face her own demons to get there.

The whiskey in my glass was gone, but my mind kept working. Sophia was my riskiest gamble but also the most promising one. What awaited me at the end of this game, I didn't know. But I was willing to risk everything to find out.