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The Mafia BossExclusive Girlfriend

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The Offer She Can't Refuse

The next morning, Lydia found an envelope slipped under her apartment door.

This time, it wasn’t sleek or fancy.

It was plain white. Handwritten. Her name spelled in bold, slanted ink.

Inside, she found a check.

Her breath caught.

It was made out in her name.

One million dollars.

She stared at the number as if it were a bomb.

There was no note attached. But the message was clear.

Jake William wanted something. And he was willing to pay for it.

She crumpled the check and shoved it into the nearest drawer, slamming it shut like she could lock the madness away.

But it was too late. He had crossed another line.

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At noon, her phone rang.

Unknown number again.

She almost didn’t answer.

Almost.

But something in her chest tightened when she saw it ringing.

Her thumb hovered… then clicked.

“Hello?”

“I assume you saw the gift.”

Jake’s voice was calm. As if offering her a million dollars was the same as offering her coffee.

“I don’t want your money.”

“You will,” he replied. “Eventually.”

“What is wrong with you?” she snapped.

There was a pause.

Then he said, “I need you with me.”

Her pulse jumped. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough. I know you’re loyal. Brave. Too proud to accept help. And too innocent for this world.”

“Then stay away from me,” she said.

“I can’t.”

He wasn’t angry. He didn’t yell. He sounded… quiet. Dangerous. Determined.

“I want to make you an offer,” he said.

Lydia’s stomach turned. “Another check?”

“No. A deal.”

She said nothing.

“If you agree to be mine—exclusively mine—I’ll take care of everything. Your rent, your tuition, your safety. No more struggling. No more part-time jobs. You’ll have anything you want.”

She closed her eyes. “You want me to be your girlfriend?”

“I want you to belong to me.”

She felt her cheeks heat. “So I’d be what? A paid girlfriend? Like a—like a—”

“You’d be mine,” he said again. “That’s all that matters.”

Lydia sat down on the edge of her bed, her legs weak.

“You’re not even offering love,” she whispered.

“I don’t offer love,” Jake said. “But I offer devotion. No one will touch you. No one will hurt you. You’ll be safe in ways you can’t imagine.”

Her voice was barely a whisper. “What if I say no?”

“Then I’ll keep watching. Waiting. And eventually, I’ll take you anyway.”

There it was.

The truth.

Jake William wasn’t a man who waited for consent.

He was a storm that swept in and took.

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Lydia didn’t answer.

She hung up.

Her hands were shaking, and her heart was too loud in her ears.

She felt cornered—trapped between her pride and the ruthless obsession of a man who didn’t understand the word “no.”

But most terrifying of all…

A small voice in her heart asked, What would it feel like to belong to him?

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The next day, her world collapsed.

Her scholarship was revoked.

A formal email arrived from the financial office, citing “suspicious funding activity.” Without the scholarship, she couldn’t afford tuition. Not even close.

She went straight to the office, demanding answers—but the woman behind the desk just looked at her with pity and said, “I’m sorry. There’s nothing we can do.”

Lydia walked out in a daze.

This wasn’t coincidence.

This was Jake.

He was backing her into a corner.

First the check.

Now this.

He was cutting off her options one by one.

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When she got back to her apartment, a black car was already waiting out front.

She didn’t fight it this time.

She got in.

Jake was inside, waiting. His expression unreadable.

“I didn’t say yes,” she said.

He handed her a folder.

“What is this?”

She opened it. Inside were legal documents. A private tuition account. Housing agreements. Job offers she never applied for. All arranged by Jake. All with her name on them.

He was giving her a new life.

One tied completely to him.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked quietly. “What do you really want?”

Jake leaned forward, his voice low. “You.”

“That’s not enough,” she said. “You want control.”

“No,” he corrected. “I want possession. I want to know you’re mine when you walk out of class. That no man can look at you without remembering who owns you.”

She swallowed. “And if I agree?”

“You’ll be protected. Worshipped. Watched. Every second of every day.”

“And if I say no?”

Jake’s eyes turned ice cold. “Then I’ll burn down everything that makes you independent—until the only place you can run to is me.”

Lydia looked at the folder.

She had nothing left.

No scholarship.

No income.

No future.

Just one choice.

And the man sitting in front of her was the devil she would have to dance with.

“Say it,” Jake said, his voice softer now. “Say you’re mine.”