“You need a wife.” She said.
“What makes you think that you are cut out to be my wife?” Oliver asked. The smug smile on his lips was the only indication that he didn’t find her suggestion offensive.
“I am not like any of the other women you’ve been with before, Mr. Morton.” Seductively, she let her fingers draw patterns across his chest. 
“Ms. Sophia, are you aware that you’re playing a dangerous game?” He asked, capturing her fingers that were busily tickling the five o’clock shadow along his jawline.
“I am.” But really, was she? But this was not the time to back out now. To second-guess herself. “But are you brave enough to play my game?” She dared, looking him directly in the eyes. 
Without giving him time to react, she kissed him.
Damn! 
She knew she should stop. This man was her enemy, but her body wouldn’t let her.
She missed this. Being wanted. Being desired. Being... No! Not love.
This was not love.
Oliver saw her as an object. A beautiful woman to conquer, nothing more.
And she should feel the same way.
No! She could not fall back into his charms. Armed with this realization, she busily let her other hand wander off until she felt it. 
The hard, metallic weapon that he put aside. Grabbing it, she immediately placed it on his temple, mimicking his action earlier.
Then, she gradually pulled her lips away.
“Are you gonna kill me now?” The great Mafia Don asked, but she could not see any trace of fear in his eyes as he stared at her. Only curiosity.
“No, as I said, I’m not like the woman you’re used to. I know what I want, and I get it.” She said confidently, while slightly pushing her body harder against his.
Damn! Her body still responded the same way to him, just as she remembered it.
“And what do you want, Ms. Sophia?” He asked, lifting his hand to cradle her chin gently against his fingers. But he never attempted to remove the gun she had placed threateningly against his temple.
The most feared man in the city just sat quietly, watching her.
“As I said, marry me?”
***
Amelia Clarke might have been the curvy, nerdy girl who was constantly bullied and mocked by everyone, but she still won the heart of the Quarterback King. Oliver Lambert.

But her happily ever after came to an end too soon. 

After four years of keeping their love affair a secret, she finally discovered that Oliver was not the man she thought he was.

It turned out that he was the heir of the Morton Group and the next Mafia Don. Moreover, he was already engaged to a famous heiress.

Now, Oliver’s father, the current Mafia Don, wanted her out of the picture. And he would do anything to finish the job. 

Leave Oliver, or he would make her and her family’s lives miserable.

Give up the custody of her child, or the child would not see the light of day.

Amelia tried to seek Oliver’s help, but the misunderstanding between them, plus Maximus manipulations, had already caused irreparable damage to their relationship.  

Left desperate and with no other option, she tried to run away with her family so she could protect her child. But the accident happened, taking the lives of her parents and unborn child. 

But was it really an accident?

Left with nothing but a broken heart, she moved away.

What started with love eventually turned to hate.

What was once a promise of forever became a hunger for revenge. 

For six years, she lived with only one thing on her mind.

To make her ex and his family pay.

Motivated by vengeance, she returned as a completely different person.

Amelia Clarke was dead. The chubby nerd was no more.

In her place, Sophia Maddison was born. A supermodel and a promising entrepreneur.

Her first agenda. Infiltrate the Morton’s business.

Seduce the new Mafia Don. Oliver Morton.

Marry him.

Then, take everything that mattered to him. His business, his family, and even his child.

***

[Warning: Mature steamy content, moderate violence, and some inappropriate language]

COVER PHOTO - Credit to the owner.

Piles of clothes had scattered on his bed as he tried one pair after another. Nothing seemed to tickle his fancy as he found himself throwing another jacket on the floor.


Completely unsatisfied with the way he looked.


Rummaging through his walk-in cabinet, he found another black jacket that would look perfect with his outfit. 


After modeling in front of the mirror, he nodded. "Much better," he thought as he checked his handsome reflection. Sharp jaw, expressive eyes, kissable lips, and a body that made women drool over him.


"What do you think, Caleb?" He looked at the young version of his older brother, who was sitting impatiently on a chair, staring at him with a bored expression.


"You're just wasting your time, Uncle Benjie." His young nephew remarked, belittling his effort. "She's not interested in you." His tone was completely annoying and arrogant.


Chapter 65 - A line that should not be crossed