Novels by Lila Hart

THE WRONG BAIT Don Marco's POVMy gaze swept over Rosalia's disheveled form, my expression unreadable. "Madonna, take our heroine inside to the bathroom and give her something to change into," I ordered my maid, with my deep voice firm. "A top and blue jeans. Something practical, then accompany her back to this room." I sharply declared in a low but harsh tone.Madonna nodded and tapped her shoulder. Rosalia stood up with her pale face and followed behind Madonna, all through the fully guarded corridor.Rosalia's once beautiful white wedding gown now hung in tatters, stained with dirt and blood. The delicate lace was torn, and the silk fabric was splattered with mud and grime. The dress, once a symbol of purity and innocence, now seemed like a mocking reminder of her shattered dreams."Why would someone stoop so low as to request her own death?" This question kept on ringing in my mind since we left the church with Rosalia on her wedding.I stood up and walked up to the big window o

THE UNWANTED UNIONRosalia's POV I sat in the dimly lit Catholic church in New York City, the four corners of the church, surrounded by the cream of Chicago's Mafia elite. The atmosphere of the church was thick with tension, the scent of expensive perfume hanging heavy.My white wedding gown, a symbol of purity and innocence, felt like a suffocating shroud."I thought a wedding between two companions was to be determined by both parties, but not in my case. I'm being forced to spend my entire life with a beast." I mused thoughtfully,As I glanced at everyone present, my mind reeled at the events that had led me to this moment. A forced marriage, the threats, the manipulation—all designed to ensure I became the wife of Alex Fabian, the son of Don Fabian Costello, the ruthless head of the Fabian Mafia family."But why?" A question I kept on asking myself, and whose answer remained unknown to me.My gaze swung to Alex, standing by the altar, his eyes fixed on me with an unnerving intens

THE ATTACKRosalia's POV ""How dare he cheat on me," I muttered loudly in the back seat of the car as Lorenzo navigated through the city."Miss Rosalia, please calm down." Lorenzo tries to calm me down, but I remain adamant on calling the wedding off."Lorenzo, he was fucking fucking his skinny secretary when I entered, and you tell me to calm down." I stressed every word that came out of my mouth, as it became so difficult for me to forget the scene I witnessed a few hours back.My whole body was boiling in rage; I began to move uncomfortably in the back seat, changing from one angle in the car to the other, with the thoughts of how to call the wedding off.We were almost about 2 kilometers from my father's mansion when Lorenzo all of a sudden stepped on the car brake as he saw a man walking in the middle of the road without checking if any car was coming.The sudden stop sent my whole body to the front and back, which disorganized my stomach, making me have a surge of purge as my m

THE SURPRISERosalia's POV"Ahh! Ahh!"I exclaimed softly as I slumped against the back seat of the SUV, exhaustion washing over me like a tidal wave.The bright New York City sunlight streaming through the window was already making my day worse. The atmosphere is so hot that even the air conditioning in the car was battling to cool the hotness of the sun."Fuck off, bitch!" My personal driver and bodyguard, Lorenzo, groaned at a lady in a BMW car, who almost hit us, as she drove past the traffic light.It's been 45 minutes and 20 seconds since our car got stuck in traffic; the road is so choked with a lot of cars parked in two lines, trying to get to their various destinations.A traffic warden in his bright orange vest and a cap on his head to protect him from the hot sun, with a badge on his shirt and comfortable shoes for walking always, stood in the middle of the road controlling the traffic to different sidewalks.They function to their utmost on every Saturday to make sure every