A 30-year-old single nurse secretly kissed a handsome mafia boss who was in a coma, thinking he would never wake up — but to her shock, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her right after the kiss and said, “The price of that kiss… is that you’ll become my wife.”
The hospital was unusually quiet that night, the kind of stillness that pressed against the walls and echoed inside hearts that had seen too much. Emily Carter, a 30-year-old nurse at St. Vincent’s Medical Center, had worked the night shift for years—but never had she stood so close to temptation. In Room 507 lay Alessandro Moretti, a name whispered with both fear and fascination. The Italian-American mafia boss had been in a coma for three weeks after a violent ambush. No visitors came, at least none who dared to stay.
Emily had been his caretaker since the night he was admitted. Despite the rumors, she saw something fragile in him—a man caught between power and pain. Every day she adjusted his IVs, spoke softly to him as if her words could reach the sleeping man beneath the bruises. Maybe it was loneliness. Maybe exhaustion. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the silent pull of a heart that wanted to feel something real again.
That night, after checking his vitals, she stood beside his bed longer than usual. His face looked peaceful under the dim light—too human for a man with such a dark past. Her fingers trembled as she brushed his hair back. “You probably don’t even know I exist,” she whispered. Her pulse quickened. “But thank you… for reminding me I can still feel.” Then, without thinking, she leaned down and pressed a soft, fleeting kiss against his lips.
It was supposed to mean nothing. A stolen moment no one would ever know. But before she could step away, a strong hand suddenly gripped her wrist. Her heart froze. His eyes opened—dark, sharp, alive. Alessandro Moretti looked straight into hers, his voice gravelly but certain.
“The price of that kiss…” He paused, a dangerous smirk forming on his lips. “…is that you’ll become my wife.”
Emily stumbled back, her mind spinning. He wasn’t supposed to wake up. He wasn’t supposed to feel. Yet here he was, awake, aware—and claiming her in a single breath.
The next few hours felt unreal. Doctors rushed in, nurses gasped, and the hospital’s sterile order cracked under the chaos. Alessandro Moretti—the man who had defied death—was awake. Emily, pale and shaken, kept her distance, but her mind couldn’t escape the echo of his words. You’ll become my wife.
When the chaos settled, Alessandro requested privacy. His men—grim-faced and suited—appeared almost immediately, stationed at every corner of the ICU. Emily tried to avoid him, but before she could slip away, his voice cut through the air. “Nurse Carter. Stay.”
She turned, trying to summon her professional composure. “Mr. Moretti, you should rest—”
“I’ve rested enough,” he interrupted, his dark eyes steady on her. “You kissed me.”
Her throat tightened. “It was… a mistake. I didn’t mean—”
He tilted his head slightly, the corner of his mouth curving into something unreadable. “I don’t believe in coincidences. Or mistakes.”
She should have been terrified, but something in his tone—firm yet oddly calm—stilled her. He wasn’t threatening her. Not yet. Instead, it was as if he was testing her, waiting to see if she would run.
Later that day, when the police came to question him, Alessandro refused to answer. But before they left, he asked one thing: that Nurse Emily Carter be transferred to his private care, once he was discharged. The hospital director, intimidated by the man’s reputation and influence, reluctantly agreed.
Two days later, Emily found herself in his luxurious penthouse overlooking the city, serving as his personal nurse. It should have been professional. But every time their eyes met, the air grew heavier. Alessandro would tease her lightly, call her “angel,” and ask if she always kissed her patients awake. She tried to ignore him, but the truth was, she couldn’t stop thinking about that moment—the one that changed everything.
And then one evening, as she prepared his medication, he said it again, softly but firmly: “A promise is a promise, Emily. You kissed me. And I intend to collect my price.”
Days turned into weeks, and Emily’s world no longer felt like her own. She lived in Alessandro’s house, under his rules, surrounded by his men. Yet, instead of fear, what consumed her was confusion. He treated her with respect, even tenderness, though he never let her forget his words.
“I don’t take things that don’t belong to me,” he said one night over dinner, his tone low. “But you gave yourself to me the moment you kissed me.”
Emily’s heart raced. “That kiss meant nothing. I thought you were dying.”
He met her gaze, unflinching. “And yet it brought me back to life.”
Over time, she began to see another side of him—the man behind the power. He loved classical music, cooked his own meals when the staff left, and often stood at the window for hours, staring at the city lights like a man who carried ghosts. Against her better judgment, she started to care.
But the outside world didn’t stop for their strange connection. The Moretti empire was at war. One night, gunfire shattered the quiet, and Alessandro shielded her with his own body, taking a bullet meant for her. As she knelt beside him, blood on her hands, he whispered weakly, “Now… do you understand what you mean to me?”
Tears blurred her vision. “Don’t you dare die again,” she whispered fiercely. “Not for me.”
He smiled faintly. “Then marry me… and I’ll have a reason to live.”
When he recovered this time, there was no more denial. Emily stayed—not because she was trapped, but because she chose to. The kiss that began as a mistake had rewritten both their fates.
Months later, standing in a quiet garden away from the world’s eyes, Emily Carter became Mrs. Alessandro Moretti. And when he kissed her that day, it wasn’t a price—it was a promise.
💬 Would you have stayed if you were Emily? Or walked away from the man who changed your life with a single kiss?
