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My Mafia Fiancé Chained Me Underwater and Married My Sister
Novelix
Completed
Claire Morgan believed Don Adrian Moretti would love her forever. On the night before their wedding, he takes her diving to see an “underwater sky,” only to lock her in an iron cage beneath the sea while he marries her sister, Lily. Pregnant, terrified, and running out of air, Claire begs everyone she trusts to save her. No one believes her. When Adrian finally discovers the truth, it is already too late—or so he thinks. Presumed dead and stripped of everything, Claire is given one impossible chance to return, uncover the betrayal, and make the Moretti world bleed.
Chapters (3)
第1章
The night before the wedding, my fiancé, Don Adrian Moretti, took me diving.
We ran into pirates.
They forced me to jump into a cage with sharks inside.
I was on the verge of breaking down when the person closest to me ripped off their mask, doubled over laughing.
It was my own sister, Lily.
She held up a waterproof camera. "The way you looked begging on your knees, sis—priceless."
"Don't worry, I got it all on tape. Perfect footage for your wedding video."
Through all the torment, no matter how much it hurt, I never begged for mercy.
Not until Adrian rushed over to save me—and they pinned him to the deck and beat him bloody. That was when real fear hit me. I dropped to my knees, sobbing, begging them to let him go.
But Adrian, who had looked half-dead just a second ago, got right back up.
He wiped the blood from his face, the corner of his mouth still curled in a smile.
"Relax. It's ketchup."
He said, "Lily made a bet with me. She wanted to see if you'd get on your knees to save me."
"You should thank her. If it weren't for her, I'd never have known you loved me this much."
I stared at him, cold spreading through every inch of my body.
When I didn't speak, Adrian softened his tone, coaxing me, saying the real surprise was still waiting on the ocean floor.
But after I put on my wetsuit and followed him down, he turned around and locked me inside an iron cage on the seabed.
"Claire, I lost the bet."
He signed to me through his mask.
"A bet's a bet. This wedding can only go to Lily."
"But you've always been headstrong. I'm afraid you'll make a scene. So be a good girl and wait here. Once the ceremony's over, I'll come back for you."
I watched his silhouette turn and swim away, and my heart sank inch by inch.
The tank was down to a third.
I was afraid I wouldn't last long enough for him to come back for me and the baby.
...
I gripped the bars of the cage.
The deep-sea cold seemed to cut straight through the wetsuit, boring into my chest one inch at a time.
Seeing me go silent, Adrian's expression eased slightly, and he signed an explanation.
"Don't blame me. You once said you'd die before you'd beg anyone on your knees."
"I didn't expect you to break your word."
My fingers clamped harder around the iron bars, a raw ache spreading through my chest.
He'd forgotten.
The one who once said "Even if it kills me, I will never let you kneel" had been him.
Back then, Adrian wasn't yet the Don of the Moretti family—just the notorious playboy heir everyone whispered about.
At a dinner party, his stepmother accused me of stealing a necklace. She had her bodyguards bend my spine, forcing me to kneel and apologize.
I refused.
So she had them throw me into a frozen swimming pool.
Adrian pulled me out. He held me so tight his whole body was shaking.
"Claire, I swear—from this day on, no one will ever dare make you kneel again."
Over the next five years, that reckless young heir became the Don Moretti everyone feared.
No one ever dared force me to my knees again.
But now, the person who most wanted to see me ground into the dust was him.
Only I couldn't afford to grieve right now.
I pointed frantically at the residual pressure gauge on the tank.
It showed only a third of the air remaining.
"Let me out," I signed desperately.
"I'm going to die."
Adrian didn't even glance at it.
"Enough. Stop playing games. I prepared that tank myself. There's nothing wrong with it."
He acted like he was soothing a child throwing a tantrum.
"Relax. The wedding goes to Lily, but the title of Mrs. Moretti will always be yours."
I pressed my lips together and pointed at my belly, shaking my head hard.
"I'm pregnant. I can't stay down here too long."
Adrian froze for a second, then his brow furrowed tight.
"Claire, that's a pathetic excuse."
"Have you forgotten? You can't have children anymore."
Every word was a knife driven into my heart.
When I was thrown into that frozen pool, I had already been pregnant.
But the water was too cold. The baby didn't make it.
And my body was left permanently damaged.
The doctor said I would likely never conceive again.
That night, Adrian sat in his study holding the tiny silver lock he had designed for the baby himself, and smoked until dawn.
From then on, he never mentioned children again.
But he never threw that little silver lock away.
It stayed locked in his desk drawer for five years.
I knew he had been waiting for a miracle.
So when I found out I was pregnant, I slipped the ultrasound photo into a waterproof pouch, planning to tell him on the ocean floor.
Afraid something might go wrong—that the seawater would ruin the picture—I even scheduled a timed email to him in advance.
My whole body trembling, I fumbled to find the waterproof pouch.
But when I looked up, all I saw was Adrian's retreating silhouette.
I pounded on the cage, holding the photo as high as I could.
He stopped and looked back from a distance.
But he didn't care what I was holding.
"Stop making a fuss," he signed.
"I'll come back for you as soon as I can."
His figure vanished into the darkness.
The ocean floor went utterly silent.
The cold spread from my chest to my limbs.
My lower abdomen tightened in waves.
The tank could last an hour at most.
I wouldn't make it until he came back.
第2章
I pressed my right hand against my belly, eyes burning.
"It's okay, baby. Don't be scared."
"Mommy is going to get us out of here."
The custom dive watch on my wrist caught my eye, and my emotions twisted into a knot.
When I first started learning to dive, I made a mistake during training and had an accident in the practice pool.
Adrian saved me.
Afterward, he gave me this custom watch.
Even at fifty meters down, it could still pick up a signal.
He told me that whenever the phone rang, he would come.
Instinctively, I video-called Adrian.
The call connected.
The roar of cheers from the wedding venue hit my eardrums like a physical blow, yet not a single person had noticed the bride had been replaced.
Adrian didn't seem to realize the call had gone through.
As he moved, the camera swept across the entire venue.
The bride's photos had been swapped for Lily's.
The blue roses decorating the venue had been replaced with white lilies—her favorite.
The haute couture wedding gown I had waited a full year for was now on her body, as if it had been made for her all along.
In that moment, I finally understood.
This wedding had never been meant for me.
Mia, the best friend who had promised to be my bridesmaid, was still wearing the bridesmaid dress—but her arm was linked intimately with Lily's.
"Lily, Adrian already took you to Manila to register the marriage and hosted all the families and allies. I honestly thought you weren't going to have a ceremony."
"After all, Claire has always been so domineering and petty. If she made a scene, you'd be the one who suffered."
Back in middle school, Mia was being bullied, and I was the one who stepped in front of her and shielded her through gritted teeth.
She once told me I was the only person in the world who was unconditionally good to her.
Lily tugged absently at her veil, the corners of her mouth lifting, her face smug.
"Honestly, I didn't even want to get the marriage certificate."
"But Adrian was worried I'd feel insecure, so he insisted on taking me."
"Same with this wedding. Adrian wanted to keep a room for me in the marital home so I could stay whenever I liked, but my sister absolutely refused."
"So he came up with this plan to wear down her temper a little."
Luca, Adrian's childhood friend, was wearing his groomsman suit and couldn't help but laugh.
"If Claire ever found out that the so-called bet was just a front—that whether she knelt or not, she was going to lose either way—imagine the scene she'd make."
Just then, my mother, Evelyn, walked over with a smile on her face.
"Claire has the softest heart. Just sweet-talk her afterward and she'll come around."
She paused, and there was actually a hint of reluctance in her voice.
"It's Lily I feel sorry for. Having to move abroad just to keep the peace with her sister. It'll be so hard to see her after this."
Adrian's arm settled naturally around Lily's waist as he murmured reassuringly.
"Evelyn, don't worry. Whenever you miss Lily, I'll have you flown out to be with her."
My heart felt like it was being crushed in a fist. The pain was so sharp I couldn't breathe.
So my mother knew too.
Every single one of them had been keeping it from me.
My whole body was shaking, but I forced myself to steady my breathing.
I couldn't waste air.
Tears poured out uncontrollably.
I hammered the watch screen, sending out a distress signal.
Adrian finally noticed the call.
He stiffened, a flash of panic crossing his face.
"Claire, you heard all of that?"
It didn't matter anymore. None of it mattered.
All I wanted now was to survive.
All I asked was that once he saw the baby's ultrasound, he would spare my life.
I looked down to grab the waterproof pouch.
But Adrian's soft sigh reached my ears.
"Maybe it's better that you know."
"I've made Lily suffer for too long."
"She's pregnant now. I have to consider her feelings."
My hand went rigid. My heart twisted like a blade was turning inside it.
After falling into that frozen pool, I never dared go near the water again.
Two months ago, Adrian coaxed me into relearning how to dive.
Bit by bit, I fought through the fear. Night after night, I endured the nightmares of losing our child.
But from the very beginning, he had only been doing it to settle a score for Lily.
So in his heart, Lily's feelings were worth soothing with my life.
Just then, Lily quietly placed a velvet box in front of the camera.
I had seen that box countless times.
Inside it was the little silver lock Adrian had kept for five years.
The miracle he'd been waiting for had long since been filled by someone else.
I nearly shattered.
But I didn't dare break down. I couldn't afford to.
I tapped the watch gently, with one last plea.
Two taps in a second and a half. Five times in a row.
Adrian once told me that a second and a half between beats was his heart rate.
Five times consecutively was the distress signal meant only for me.
The last time I tapped out that code was the night I fell into the frozen pool.
He was there in three minutes.
He jumped into the ice without a thought for his own life to save me.
But this time, he just stood there, frozen.
A flicker of hesitation crossed his face.
Lily dabbed at her tears, crying with a delicate, pitiful grace.
"Adrian, go save my sister."
"Before the ceremony starts, let her come back and be the bride."
"All I want is for our family to be at peace."
The moment those words landed, every trace of hesitation vanished from Adrian's face.
His expression turned cold.
"The distress code we agreed on is for saving lives. Not for your tantrums."
"Lily has already promised to go abroad after the wedding. She won't bother you."
"It's just a wedding, Claire. You'd better know when to stop."
He moved to hang up, and I shook my head frantically.
"I don't want the wedding."
"The air won't last much longer. I'm really going to die."
Adrian waved his hand impatiently.
"If there's really a problem, call the dive instructor."
He stopped paying attention to me and hung up.
The screen went dark. The only light vanished with it.
Darkness closed in again.
The tears finally broke free, dripping one by one into my mask.
Adrian knew I was afraid of the water.
During dive training, his vigilance bordered on obsession.
No matter how deep I went, a dive instructor had to be standing by nearby.
I hadn't expected that today, he hadn't forgotten to arrange for one.
The emotional turmoil had burned through my air even faster.
Half an hour left. At most.
I forced myself to stay calm and called Marco, the dive instructor.
When the call connected, I tapped out the distress signal at the agreed-upon frequency.
Marco was silent for a few seconds, his voice uneasy.
"Miss Morgan, we are directly above you on the boat."
"But Boss Moretti gave explicit orders—no one goes down to get you until the wedding is over."
第3章
I shook my head desperately, signing that my tank was almost out of air.
Marco went quiet for a moment, then finally spoke.
"By all accounts, that tank should last until dawn."
"But just to be safe, I'll lower a few backup tanks down to you."
"The Boss was worried something might happen, so he had us bring extras."
I let out a long, shuddering breath of relief, pressing my palm against my tightening belly as tears surged up again.
Baby, we're saved.
Hold on until dawn, and Mommy will get you out of here.
Soon, tanks tied to a rope descended slowly through the water.
The current pushed them off course.
I struggled to swim over.
Conserve movement, reduce oxygen consumption—all of it went out the window.
I seized the tank, giddy with relief.
But the next second, my heart plummeted to the bottom of the ocean.
The tank was empty.
I called Marco in a panic.
He sounded even more shocked than I was.
"Hold on!"
He rushed to check the remaining tanks, bewilderment flooding his voice.
"That shouldn't be possible. The rest of them all show pressure."
"Hang tight, I'll send the rest down."
But I never could have imagined that every single tank they lowered—gauges looking perfectly normal—had no air inside at all.
I called again.
This time, Marco's voice had gone flat.
"Miss Morgan, we're just people working for the Moretti family."
"If we don't follow the Boss's orders, we lose our jobs."
"My wife just had a baby. I can't afford to lose this job. Please—don't put us in this position."
Before I could respond, he hung up.
Less than a second later, Adrian's call came through.
He was barely containing his fury, his voice a low snarl.
"How long are you going to keep this up?"
"The instructor sent you three or four tanks and you're claiming every single one is empty?"
"Are you not going to stop until you've ruined this wedding?"
"If you keep this up, I won't come get you right after the ceremony either. I'll make you wait until morning."
I shook my head in despair, signing as fast as I could.
"That's not what happened."
"I'm not lying—the tanks really are empty."
"Adrian, I'm begging you. I don't want anything anymore."
"Just let me out."
"I'm really going to die."
He froze for a moment.
Just then, my mother's voice drifted over from his end.
"Adrian, get ready—it's almost time to exchange rings."
When Adrian looked at me again, his voice was drained to the point of exhaustion.
"Claire, stop this."
"Just hang on a little longer. It's almost over."
The call was cut off again.
I broke completely.
Why was staying alive so impossibly hard?
I refused to give up and kept dialing.
But both Adrian's and Marco's numbers wouldn't connect.
I couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
They had blocked me.
Then the watch died.
And the tank finally ran out.
I held my breath and silently counted down the last three minutes of my life.
I looked up. Above me was nothing but pitch black.
Through my blurring vision, a dark shape seemed to glide slowly toward me.
My eyes snapped wide open.
It was Adrian.
He had come.
From his dive watch, my mother's urgent voice carried through the water.
"Hurry, hurry!"
Tears spilled from my eyes.
They were still the people closest to me, after all.
How could they truly leave me to die?
I swam to the cage door.
But Adrian shoved me backward.
He quickly produced a new lock, snapped it on, and ripped away the old one that had already been working loose.
My mother's voice instantly flooded with relief.
"Thank God we made it in time!"
I stared at Adrian in disbelief.
He signed rapidly.
"Good thing Lily noticed your lock looked off."
"Otherwise you really would have gotten out."
"Just wait a little longer. It's almost over."
I shook my head in despair and thrust the ultrasound photo at him.
"Let me and the baby go."
"I'm begging you."
Adrian swatted the photo out of my hand without so much as a glance.
"Stop with the games."
"Just wait."
The photo drifted near Adrian's dive watch.
On the other side of the screen, my mother's face changed instantly.
The look she gave me held a trace of pleading.
I had seen that look countless times.
When we were little, Lily took my toys.
When we were older, Lily took my university recommendation.
Every single time, my mother would look at me with those exact eyes.
She was asking me to let my sister have it.
But Mom.
This time, I don't want to give in.
I want to live.
I want to live, and I want to take my baby with me.
I looked at Adrian in desperation, seizing the last chance I had to survive.
"Please, let me go."
"I don't want the wedding. I don't want you."
"I just want to live."
In the deep sea, I bent my knees and lowered myself into a kneeling position.
Tears flooded my mask.
Please.
I don't want to die.
Adrian went completely still.
Something like pain flickered across his face.
And then Lily's face appeared on the screen.
She was sobbing so hard she could barely catch her breath.
"Did I make you angry with that pirate game, sis?"
"I'll get on my knees and apologize. Would that make it better?"
She made as if to kneel.
But the next instant, she clutched her stomach and cried out in pain.
The wedding venue erupted into chaos.
Adrian turned and swam away without looking back.
I wept silently at the bottom of the sea.
I had been holding my breath too long. My lungs felt like they were going to explode.
Ice-cold seawater rushed into my mouth and nose, searing through every organ.
My vision blurred, fading at the edges.
In the haze, the surface of the sea shimmered with starlight, a kaleidoscope of colors.
Just like the fireworks at his and Lily's wedding.
