Felix Reed is one of the most well-known Mafia bosses in the USA. He is now 31 years old. His grandmother is already planning for him to get married and have his own heir to inherit their power and wealth.

Chloe Chain is 22 years old. She comes from a wealthy family and has an older sister named Faye Chain. They are half-American and half-Chinese. Their parents own successful companies both in America and China.

However, their parents do not treat them equally. They have a favorite child, and that is Faye Chain, who is 23 years old—older than Chloe.

Both sisters are arranged to choose their future husbands. Even though Chloe is not ready for marriage, she has no choice. She decides to agree to the marriage just to escape her cruel life at home.

A picture of Chloe was sent to the Mafia, and surprisingly, she was the one chosen to be the wife.

Chloe’s parents think that the Mafia boss is an old and wealthy man. What they don’t know is that he is actually young, hot, and extremely handsome—the most powerful man in the entire country.

Will the Mafia boss, Felix, accept this marriage offer from the Chain family?

And most importantly... will the cold-hearted Mafia boss ever learn what true love really means?

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Felix Reed was a name that commanded fear and respect throughout the entire United States. At thirty-one years old, he was not just a businessman; he was the most powerful Mafia Boss in the country. He had money, influence, and strength that no one could match. But despite his power, there was one person he could never say no to—his grandmother.

"Felix, look at you," his grandmother said softly but firmly one evening, holding his hand. "You are already thirty-one. You are alone. I am getting old, and I want to see you settle down. I want you to get married and give me an heir. I need to know that our legacy will continue before I leave this world."

Felix sighed, his cold eyes showing a hint of softness only for her. "Grandma, you know I don't believe in love. Women only want me for my power and my wealth. I have no time for such things."

"I don't care," she insisted, placing a thick folder on the table. "I have selected suitable candidates from respectable families. Look at them. Choose one to be your wife. Or I will choose for you, and you know I will pick whoever I like."

Felix opened the folder lazily. He scanned through photos of elegant, rich women. They all looked the same—pretentious and greedy. But suddenly, his finger stopped.

There was a photo of a young woman. She looked delicate, with beautiful features mixed with Asian and Western elegance. But what caught his attention was her eyes. They looked sad, innocent, and pure.

Chloe Chain.

"Her," Felix pointed, his voice deep and decisive. "I choose this girl. Chloe Chain."

On the other side of the city, inside the luxurious mansion of the Chain family, life was different.

Chloe Chain was twenty-two years old. She and her sister, Faye Chain, who was twenty-three, came from a very wealthy family. Their parents owned huge companies in America and China, and they lived a life of luxury. But for Chloe, home was never a happy place.

Their parents had favorites, and it was never her. Faye was the golden child—beautiful, smart, and praised by everyone. Chloe, on the other hand, was often ignored, neglected, and treated as if she was less important.

"Chloe! Mom and Dad said we have to choose our future husbands!" Faye announced excitedly, twirling in her expensive dress. "I want someone young, famous, and handsome!"

Their father looked at them with a cold expression. "We have arranged potential partners for you both. Faye, you will marry the son of the Lee Group. A good match."

Then he turned to Chloe. "As for you, Chloe... we found someone who is willing to take you. He is very wealthy and powerful. He is from the Mafia world. He can protect our businesses and expand our connections."

Chloe’s heart sank. "Mafia? Is he... old?"

Her mother nodded casually. "He is older, yes, and very rich. You should be grateful. Not everyone wants an unwanted daughter like you. This is a good deal for us."

Tears welled up in Chloe’s eyes, but she held them back. She knew she had no choice. She was just a tool for their business. But deep inside, she thought: If I marry him, I can leave this house. I can escape this cruelty. Even if he is old and scary, at least I will be free.

"Okay," Chloe whispered, her voice trembling but firm. "I agree. I will marry him."

She signed the marriage contract without even seeing the groom’s face. Her parents were delighted, thinking they had married her off to an old, wealthy don.

Little did they know... and little did Chloe know... that the man she was marrying was not an old man at all. He was Felix Reed—the hottest, youngest, and most dangerous Mafia Boss in America.

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The day of the wedding arrived faster than Chloe expected. The ceremony was held in a grand but private hall, decorated with expensive flowers and guarded by men in black suits. Everything felt luxurious and intimidating, yet strangely cold.

Chloe stood in front of the mirror, wearing a beautiful white wedding gown. She looked like a princess, but her heart was heavy with anxiety. Her hands were shaking as she held her bouquet.

"Today is the day I become the wife of an old Mafia Don," she thought, taking a deep breath. "It doesn't matter what he looks like. As long as he gives me freedom and takes me away from here, I can endure anything. I just hope he is not too ugly or too cruel."

"Stop daydreaming, Chloe!" her mother snapped, fixing her dress harshly. "Stand straight! You are marrying a powerful man today. Don't embarrass us! At least you are useful for something, unlike before."

Faye stood beside them, looking jealous but pretending to smile. "You are so lucky, sister. Even if he is old, he is rich. You will have money. Too bad I have to marry someone my age, but at least he is handsome."

Chloe ignored them. She was used to their words. She just wanted this to be over.

The music started. Chloe walked down the aisle, her eyes lowered. She could feel the presence of many people, but she dared not look up. She reached the altar and stood beside the groom.

She could feel a tall, dark presence next to her. She could smell a strong, expensive scent of cologne mixed with something dangerous. It was not the smell of old age or medicine. It smelled... masculine and powerful.

"Strange," Chloe thought. "Why does he feel so young?"

"You may now kiss the bride," the officiator announced.

Chloe closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself to be kissed by an old man. She felt a hand gently lift her chin. The touch was firm, warm, and strong.

Slowly, Chloe opened her eyes.

And her world stopped.

Looking down at her was the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life. He had sharp, dangerous eyes, perfect lips, and a jawline that could cut steel. He was young! He looked barely in his thirties, incredibly hot, and exuding an aura of absolute authority.

This was not an old man!

Felix Reed looked at her with a smirk, seeing the shock in her beautiful eyes. He leaned closer, his warm breath touching her ear.

"Surprised, little wife?" he whispered in a deep, husky voice that sent shivers down her spine. "Your parents thought I was an old man they could manipulate. How cute."

Chloe was frozen. Her mind was screaming. "He is young! He is handsome! He is the most dangerous man in the country, and he is my husband?!"

Felix didn't wait for her answer. He pulled her closer and crashed his lips onto hers. It was a possessive, dominating kiss that claimed her completely in front of everyone.

"From today on," Felix declared loudly, his voice echoing in the hall, "Chloe Chain is now Chloe Reed. She belongs to me. And anyone who dares to look down on her... will have to face me."

Chloe’s parents and Faye were standing there, pale and shocked. They realized too late that they had not married her off to an old man... they had given her to the King of the underworld.

And Felix was already looking at Chloe with possessive eyes. "You thought this was just a contract, my sweet little wife? Wait until I show you what it really means to be mine."

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The wedding reception ended quickly, or perhaps it just felt that way because Chloe was in a daze. She couldn’t stop looking at Felix. He was nothing like what she had imagined. He was young, breathtakingly handsome, and radiated power that made everyone tremble in fear.

Soon, it was time to leave. Felix took her hand—his grip firm and warm—and led her towards a sleek, black luxury car. The engine roared softly as they drove away from the venue, leaving her shocked parents and jealous sister far behind.

"Where are we going?" Chloe asked softly, her voice barely audible. She was still nervous, sitting next to the most dangerous man in the country.

Felix turned his head and looked at her, his dark eyes softening slightly. "Home, Mrs. Reed. Our home."

The car stopped in front of massive iron gates that slowly opened to reveal a huge, magnificent mansion. It was modern, elegant, and surrounded by beautiful gardens. It looked like a palace, but it was quiet and peaceful, unlike the noisy and fake atmosphere of her parents' house.

They walked inside. The interior was designed with expensive taste—black, white, and gold colors, giving off a strong and masculine vibe.

"This is..." Chloe breathed out, looking around in awe.

"Mine. And now yours," Felix said simply, taking off his suit jacket and throwing it casually on the sofa. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong forearms and a tattoo of a snake wrapped around a dagger. It screamed danger, yet it looked incredibly attractive on him.

Chloe swallowed hard. "It's... beautiful."

Felix walked closer to her, stopping just inches away. He towered over her, making her feel small and protected at the same time. He lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"Listen carefully, Chloe," he started, his voice deep and serious. "I know why you agreed to this marriage. I know you wanted to escape your family. And I know you thought you were marrying an old man."

Chloe blushed, looking away in embarrassment. "I..."

"But now you know the truth," Felix interrupted, his eyes intense. "I am Felix Reed. I don't like lies, and I don't like disobedience. Since you are my wife, you have to follow my rules."

Chloe nodded nervously. "What... what are the rules?"

"Rule number one," Felix counted with his fingers. "You are the Mistress of this house. You will be respected. You will never let anyone, not even your own family, look down on you again. Because if they disrespect you, they disrespect me."

"Rule number two," he continued, moving closer. "You live here with me. You eat with me. You sleep in the same room with me. We are husband and wife, not just on paper."

Chloe’s heart beat wildly. Sleep in the same room?

"Rule number three," Felix smirked dangerously, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "Your body, your heart, and your life... they all belong to me now. Don't even think about running away, because you can't. And don't think about loving anyone else, because I will kill anyone who touches what is mine."

He pulled back and looked at her shocked face.

"Do you understand, little wife?"

Chloe took a deep breath. She was scared, yes, but deep inside, she also felt safe. For the first time in her life, someone was claiming her as their own. Someone was treating her like she mattered.

"Yes," she whispered, looking up at him. "I understand, Husband."

Felix smiled—a genuine, handsome smile that made her knees weak.

"Good. Now go rest. Tomorrow, I will show you what it means to be the Mafia Boss's woman."

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To be continue...