Claimed By The Mafia Don
Life can be cruel.
One moment you’re on the verge of reaching the peak of your career, your sweetheart of five years finally down on one knee, promising forever. The next, your world burns to ashes—literally.
Now, I’m not just a prisoner; I’m the plaything of the most feared man in the country.
I told myself I hated him, that I’d never break.
But what kind of woman starts to crave the way he owns her body, the way his touch sets her on fire?
How do you survive when the man who owns you is as ruthless as he is captivating? How do you escape a man who makes you question everything, even your sanity?
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When her father’s PTSD causes a catastrophic accident, Lucia Castellano finds herself at the mercy of Dante Romano, a man whose name strikes fear into the heart of Chicago’s criminal underworld. Taken as a slave to pay for her father’s alleged crime, Lucia is thrown into a world of power, control and dangerous seduction.
Dante’s control is absolute, his touch both punishing and addictive. What starts as a fight for survival turns into a dangerous game of submission and trust. But as the lines blur between captor and captive, Lucia begins to unravel a dark truth: Dante is haunted by a past that binds them more deeply than she ever expected.
Together, they must uncover a web of lies to uncover the truth behind the fire that changed both their lives forever.
Author’s Note: This book contains explicit content, strong language, violence, and other adult themes that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.
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Chapter: Chapter 90 - The Words Slipped OutLucia’s POVThree days.That’s how long it took to undo the web of lies someone had meticulously crafted to destroy Dante.Three sleepless, gut-wrenching days of pushing through sealed records, frozen accounts, and silent phones. But Lucas had been right, he told me what they’d done to Dante and I knew in my bones this wasn’t justice. It was sabotage. A setup. And I couldn’t watch him drown.I hadn’t just brought a lawyer to that precinct, I’d brought firepower. The kind that worked in shadows and thrived on leverage. The kind that knew how to pry open vaults and bend the rules without breaking them. Men like Dante didn’t get saved by rules. They got saved by people willing to bleed for them.And I was one of those people.No matter how much I tried to pretend otherwise.By the end of the third day, the financial irregularities were debunked. The digital trail leading to Dante’s accounts had been traced back to a shell company tied to a name we both knew far too well: Gabriel Rucci.T
Last Updated: 2025-06-06
Chapter: Chapter 89 - God, This WomanDante’s POVThe precinct smelled the same as ever; bleach, burnt coffee, and sweat. The walls hadn’t changed either. Off-white, lined with award plates and tired officers slumped behind their desks. Even the ceiling fan above me creaked in the exact same rhythm, like some damn ghost of the past trying to hum me a warning.I stepped inside slowly, my boots echoing against the scuffed tiles. The detective on the phone had given me no details. Just an address, a name, and a tone I didn’t like.“Mr. Romano,” a voice called from behind a door with frosted glass.I turned, and that’s when I saw him.Detective Emiliano Russo.My breath stilled. The years had added weight to his frame and grayed his beard, but I’d know that face anywhere. He used to sit in our living room every other Friday, drinking espresso with my father like they were brothers-in-arms. Always in uniform. Always watching me like he could already see the criminal I’d become.“Emiliano,” I said, stiffly. “Didn’t know you wer
Last Updated: 2025-06-04
Chapter: Chapter 88 -There’s Been A Development Dante’s POVHis voice cracked like old paper. Still, it held something familiar. Something warm.“I wasn’t sure—if you would,” he added. “Lucia said…. you might.”I stayed near the door for a second, thrown off. I hadn’t expected a smile. Or softness.“Yeah,” I said, voice low. “I came.”Antonio looked at me like I was someone he hadn’t seen in years—not the man who’d shattered his life, but maybe the boy he used to know. The corner of his lip lifted again, faint but real.“You were… always taller, I think,” he murmured, squinting like he was looking through fog. “The tallest of the… of the boys. Or maybe it was your brother…”He chuckled suddenly, but it died halfway.“Lucia followed you everywhere. Like a shadow. Or maybe you were hers.”A beat passed.“No, you were the shadow. Or—was she?” He blinked, frowning. “She said… you walked like… like you owned… something. The street? Or was it the school?”He looked up, lost.“Anyway… she adored you.”He chuckled again, dry. Like a memory
Last Updated: 2025-06-03
Chapter: Chapter 87 – The Shot That Changed EverythingDante’s POVMy pulse hammered against the inside of my skull, shoving reason aside. Gabriel’s hand curled tighter around her throat, the blade glinting red against her skin. Blood. Hers. My vision blurred for a second.No.Focus.If I dropped the gun, she’d die. Gabriel didn’t make threats. He made corpses.I could see the dead calm in his eyes. He wasn’t bluffing.“Last chance,” he hissed. “Drop it.”I ignored the demand. My stance remained steady, feet planted, arms up. The Glock weighed heavy in my grip, because now it held more than bullets. It held our lives.But I was watching. Calculating.His left shoulder was slightly forward. He was angled toward me, trying to keep his own body shielded with hers. Smart. Trained. But he wasn’t perfect.His hand had dipped slightly. He wasn’t expecting me to shoot.I only had one shot.One.Any slower, and Lucia’s throat would be carved open. Any faster, and I’d miss.“Okay,” I said, letting my voice crack, just a little. “Okay.”I slowly beg
Last Updated: 2025-06-03
Chapter: Chapter 86 – Shoot. HimLucia’s POVThe engine hummed as we drove down the long, empty road, the tires crunching over gravel and broken glass. A thick fog hung close to the ground, like the world was holding its breath. The old warehouse stood ahead, rusted and silent, like a grave. My heart pounded with fear and anger.Dante was in there.Alive. Probably bleeding. And surrounded by monsters. “Stay in the vehicle,” one of the mercenaries growled. “We clear the perimeter, eliminate hostiles. You move only when we give the go.”“The hell I will,” I snapped, already unfastening my seatbelt. My voice was steel.The leader glared at me from the passenger seat. “This isn’t a rescue op for civilians.”“No,” I agreed. “This is a paid mission. And if you want your money, I’m coming with you—because he’s not dying tonight.”There was a tense beat of silence.Then, with a reluctant grunt, he nodded. “Stay close. Don’t get in the way.”I grabbed my baseball bat and followed them into the abyss, wishing I had learned ho
Last Updated: 2025-05-31
Chapter: Chapter 85 – The Devil Who Raised MeDante’s POVThe sound of the bullet cracking through flesh was sharp and satisfying. Vincenzo’s shoulder jerked back as blood bloomed like a flower across his suit. He dropped to one knee, roaring in pain. His guards panicked, shouting, aiming their rifles. But I didn’t flinch. I fired again. One down. Then another.And then…Click.Empty. Again. I’d counted wrong.Fuck.The next second hit me like lightning. A shot rang out from my left, and heat seared through my shoulder. My whole arm jerked as if someone had plugged it into a live wire. The gun fell from my hand, clattering against the dirt and gravel.I stumbled back, air knocked from my lungs.Everything blurred.Someone shouted my name but I couldn’t tell who. Maybe it was just the ringing in my ears. My knees hit the ground first. Then I reached for the pistol, fingers inches away.But a heavy boot came down hard on my arm.I grunted, pain exploding up my nerves like wildfire.“Not so fast,” a cold voice sneered.Then came the
Last Updated: 2025-05-31
Ex Wife’s Revenge
"You taste like my new favorite addiction"
He grunted as I broke from the kiss.
He then strokes my folds with gentle hands and I get on my tiptoes, chasing the spark of pleasure that spreads between my legs and tightens my belly. He thrusted his fingers in me and I let out a hard wince
“You’re soaking wet for me. Your cunt is thrilled for my fingers. Don't fight it, you want me. Don't you?"
He whispers as he licks my earlobe and I let out a soft moan.
"Don't"
I mumbled. I wanted to push him away. This isn't the reason I came back. I hate him or so I thought but still, I shut my eyes as he slammed his lips against mine.
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Three years after she walked out of her marriage, Ophelia returned to New York with a sole purpose in mind, to get revenge on her ex husband.
She planned to destroy him and make him suffer for all the pain he caused her. But when she uncovered the truth, and found out exactly what happened, she was even more devastated. She also realized that she still had feelings for him.
Will she let go of her past grudge and give their relationship another shot? Or will she stay firm to her plan and get revenge on him for good?
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Chapter: Chapter 7ROBERT'S POVI sat at my desk, polishing the pistol that once belonged to my father. The metal gleamed under the soft light of the lamp.I didn’t have much to my name, at least not officially, but power was something I’d always been able to grasp.It was like an art form—knowing how to pull the strings, manipulate the right people. And I’d done it well, especially with Ryan.I clenched my jaw and pushed the pistol aside, reaching for the old photograph of Jane on my desk.Her face was soft, kind-too kind for this world. I used to think she was my anchor, the one thing that kept me grounded. But that was before everything fell apart. Before Ophelia.I remember the day Jane died like it was yesterday. The doctors told me there was a choice-save the mother or save the child.I knew what my answer was. Jane should have lived. She was everything to me, and that child, that wretched girl, was nothing more than a burden from the start. But Jane, sweet, selfless Jane, made the decision for us
Last Updated: 2024-09-09
Chapter: Chapter 6VIVIAN'S POVI stormed out of the conference room, my heels stabbing into the marble floor with every furious step as I made my way to the sanctuary of my office. The door slammed behind me, the glass walls trembling with the force, but it wasn’t enough. My chest heaved with anger, breath coming in ragged bursts as if each exhale was filled with venom.“Why the fuck is she back?!” I screamed into the empty room, my voice cracking, raw from disbelief.My hands shook as I reached for the smooth metal tag on my desk that read *Managing Director*. My fingers wrapped around it so tightly that my knuckles turned white. For a moment, I stared at it—my own reflection glaring back at me, twisted with rage. Then, with a guttural cry, I hurled it across the room. It crashed into the wall with a satisfying thud, shattering into pieces, much like my composure."She’s back." I whispered the words softly, not wanting to believe them, but they felt heavy like something bad was about to happen.My min
Last Updated: 2024-09-07
Chapter: Chapter 5Ryan's POVI’m about to lose my mind. She is driving me the fuck crazy.She has changed. She is different. She is no longer the lady I knew.First, she appeared wearing a dress that hugged her curves in every right place after disappearing for three years, and now she’s become a shareholder. Not just a shareholder, but a major one.Which means I would be seeing more of her often.“Well, since the deal is finalized, I’d like to excuse myself. I’ll be back in some minutes.”She stood up, flashing a smile. That smile again.That smile that’s been making me weak in the knees ever since she arrived. Her assistant stood to follow her, but she declined and left the room alone.I needed to talk to her, and if I could, now is the right time.I stood up and slipped out of the office.Where did she go?I walked through the corridor, scanning my eyes around, hoping to catch a glimpse of her but to no avail.I was about to give up when the fresh scent of wildflowers filled my lungs. I turned to me
Last Updated: 2024-07-21
Chapter: Chapter 4Ophelia's POVI love summer—warm and vibrant, bringing life to everything. I love the cool breeze that follows rain, refreshing and calming. But what I love the most is the expression on their faces—the shock, the disbelief, and the despair."THE CEO OF WESTBROOK LIMITED"Fuck, the introduction sounds even better than I had expected. I waited three years—three fucking years—to see this look on their faces.It’s been three years since I left New York. One year of wallowing in self-pity and agony, and two years of meticulously planning my revenge.And it was all worth it.Ryan!He hasn’t changed a bit. He still has those captivating green eyes. His eyes darkened as he stared at me. Their eyes both did.I shifted my gaze to Vivian, who looked petrified like she had just seen a ghost.We all stood. I had a subtle smile on my face. I was enjoying every bit of this moment.“I am Anna. You’re welcome, ma’am. You can have your seat.”A young lady, who I guessed to be Ryan’s assistant, ushered
Last Updated: 2024-07-21
Chapter: Chapter 3Ryan's POVTHREE YEARS LATER“Sir.”I flickered my gaze to my assistant, Anna. She had her hands folded behind her while she stared at me.“I’m almost done.”I instructed, not missing the smile that appeared on her face. Keeping her past her usual hours was a common occurrence lately, and I totally understood she was tired.The past few weeks have been super hectic for me and, even more so, for the company. The huge deal I’ve been chasing for months finally fell through, and today, I’d be meeting the anonymous CEO of Westbrook Limited.Westbrook Limited has been a perfect collaborator and partner for GrayCorp, the company I was currently heading.My father finally gave up his position for me and stepped down so I could take control. I thought I was going to get my life together then, but it’s never been more miserable. Probably because I still spend time wondering about those two brown eyes filled with regret and disappointment that left my life three years back without any traces—or
Last Updated: 2024-07-21
Chapter: Chapter 2“We did everything we could, Mrs. Gray, but we couldn’t save the baby. I’m so sorry. This is the third miscarriage. Due to the extensive scarring, I’m afraid you won’t be able to carry a pregnancy to term again. You need to take care of yourself. Wait, ma’am, where are you going? You aren’t fine yet. Mrs. Gray!” The doctor’s words kept flooding my mind. That was the moment my whole world came crashing down. That was when I finally allowed myself to drown in the sea of despair. It’s been two weeks since I woke up in a hospital bed, and the doctor’s words lingered. Tears stung at the corners of my eyes. I lost my baby again—the fourth time. I lost four chances at motherhood, and I’m never getting it back. My grip tightened on the invitation letter in my hands. It wasn’t just any invitation—it was for my sister’s wedding. She was marrying none other than my husband. Ex-husband. I had sent him the divorce papers, and he had signed them without hesitation. I stopped being Ophelia Gray
Last Updated: 2024-07-21
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