The mafia boss froze when she said she’d never been with anyone—then made a vow no one expected.

The mafia boss froze when she said she’d never been with anyone—then made a vow no one expected.
My name is Alora Bennett, and I worked at a Boston library documenting historical abandoned buildings.
One afternoon, I entered an abandoned art gallery with my camera hanging around my neck.
While taking photos, I heard tense voices near the basement stairs followed by a quiet silencer gunshot.
Before I could flee, a tall man in an immaculate black suit with bloodstains stepped out of the shadows.
That was Dominic Wolfe, the most feared crime boss in Boston.
He gently took my camera and deleted the photos, warning me that witnesses don’t usually survive.
I asked for his name, and his dark eyes flashed with amber flecks as he agreed to let me leave under one condition.
If you speak, Alora, I will learn about it, Dominic warned softly.

I promised to stay silent and ran out into the street, my heart pounding in terror.
Inside the gallery, Dominic ordered his right-hand man, Jax, to find everything about my routine.
Dominic stood at his penthouse window that night, unable to forget the brown-eyed girl who had looked at him without fear.
PART 2
For two weeks, Dominic secretly watched me from his dark sedan as I walked to and from the library.
One evening, a corrupt loan shark named Julian, who had been harassing my family, cornered me outside.
Julian grabbed my arm roughly, trying to force me into his car.
Leave me alone! I screamed, fighting back. I’ve never even been with anyone, and I will never let you touch me!
Before Julian could react, a tall figure stepped out of the shadows and slammed Julian against the concrete.
Dominic Wolfe disarmed the loan shark with lethal speed, his eyes blazing with dark rage.
When Dominic heard my words—that I had lived a pure, quiet life—his cold, stoic heart froze completely.
Dominic paid off my family’s debt on the spot, banishing Julian from Boston forever.
Dominic turned to me, his hand gently lifting my chin with incredible tenderness.
No one will ever harm you or force you into anything again, Dominic vowed softly. You are under the protection of Wolfe.
Suddenly, automatic gunfire shattered the street as a rival syndicate hit squad ambushed Dominic’s car!
Dominic drew his handgun, pulling me behind his heavy black suit jacket.
I gave you a vow, Alora, Dominic rasped. Stay behind me while I clear the street.
PART 3
Dominic’s elite guards eliminated the rival attackers within minutes, securing the perimeter.
Dominic brought me to his private, fortified estate in Boston, placing me under round-the-clock protection.
He treated me with gentle respect, supporting my library work and courting me with patience and honor.
Over the next few months, Dominic showed me a noble, protective side of himself that no one else had ever seen.
Six months later, Dominic brought me to a high-society charity gala at a restored Boston museum.
During the event, a snobbish socialite attempted to humiliate me by mocking my humble library job.
Dominic stepped onto the main stage, took the microphone, and pulled me into his arms in front of five hundred guests.
Alora Bennett is the director of our new historical foundation and the only woman I will ever love, Dominic announced.
The crowd applauded as the socialite shrank back in total embarrassment.
Dominic then pulled out a velvet box, dropping to one knee before me under the crystal lights.
I promised to protect you, Alora, Dominic whispered, looking into my eyes. Now let me love you forever. Will you marry me?
Tears of joy overflowed from my eyes as I whispered: Yes.
PART 4
Three months after that breathtaking proposal, Dominic and I were married in a quiet garden ceremony on his estate.
Surrounded by true friends, bright flowers, and warm sunlight, I walked down the aisle in a white lace gown.
Dominic took my hands at the altar, kissing me deeply as we pledged to love and protect each other forever.
He permanently restructured his family’s holdings, liquidating illegal operations into legitimate historical preservation funds.
I became Chief Curator of the Boston Historical Preservation Society, restoring historic landmarks across the city.
Dominic proved every single day that his vow to protect and cherish me was unbreakable.
Yesterday afternoon, Dominic and I visited the newly restored art gallery where we had first met.
Sunlight streamed through the clear glass windows, illuminating beautiful murals and marble pillars.
I raised my camera, taking a picture of Dominic standing in his tailored black suit, his dark eyes glowing with amber flecks of love.
Dominic walked up behind me, wrapping his warm arms around my waist and kissing my neck.
You came here with a camera looking for history, Alora, Dominic whispered into my hair, and you built our future.
I smiled, kissing my husband under the sunlit beams, knowing I had found my true home.