LOGINMila Russetti’s life turned upside down the moment she decided to break the rigid rules of her foster family for the first time in her life. At age of four, she had been adopted into the most dangerous Mafia family in the USA_The Hayden family. Behind the steel gates and the locked doors, she was a prisoner, the calm and obedient daughter. By a single act of rebellion, she payed dearly: she was set up, raped, used as a pawn to break down the Haydens. Her foster family kicked her out of their lives and sent her overseas treating her as a traitor. After four years, they showed up again in her life, claiming she owed their dying father a last visit. She returned to the Hayden's mansion with her three years old son, only to discover that they were trying to cage her again and forcing her into a marriage. Will she give up to their abuse, especially after she had discovered the shocking truth of the identity of her rapist? And how will she take her revenge on them when she finds out that she's the heiress to a Tycoon mafia empire? How does her biological mother's shady past affect Mila's present? Is it true that the only thing that brings dangerous and ruthless Mafia Lords, those who are morally gray men to their knees—begging and regretting—are the women they worship? A juicy and twisted love-hate dynamic, Obsession, toxic attraction story is waiting for you. **** When she pressed the knife to her own throat, his mask finally cracked. He hesitated for a second before confessing with guilt, “I know who did it, Mila. I know who raped you that night four years ago. And I assure you, he wasn't one of Hayden's enemies.”
View MoreI let my gaze sweep slowly across the grand ballroom before finally spotting Irina Malakhov.She looked every bit the Russian princess the media always described.Her golden gown shimmered beneath the crystal chandeliers, hugging her graceful figure before flowing elegantly to the floor. Against the rich fabric, her porcelain skin almost seemed to glow, while the diamonds around her neck sparkled with every movement she made.One arm was wrapped possessively around her waist.Her fiancé.I recognized him from his last visit to Italy.He wore the confident smile of a man who had already won the greatest prize in the room, yet something felt... off.There was no warmth between them.No stolen glances.No effortless smiles.Nothing that resembled two people in love.His hand remained firmly around her waist, almost as if he needed everyone around him to remember that she belonged to him.The moment Irina's eyes landed on me, her face lit up.A genuine smile spread across her red-painted
Everything went smoothly. No one suspected anything.But then, I faced a problem I hadn't thought of before."I'm not staying with you in the same suite," I hissed, crossing my arms over my chest. "Over my dead body.""It's not like you have a choice, Mila," Luca hissed back.The hotel staff looked at us with hesitant smiles on their faces."I'm not letting you take a suite away from me." He grabbed my arm. "We are in Russia. Do you know what the fck that means? We're out of our territory, out of our power... I can't trust them enough to leave you alone."I tried to pull my arm free."We're not even sure whether your mother has fcked things up here too or not. I agreed to come to protect your family's reputation, so at least listen to what I'm saying."I knew he was arguing with me only for appearances. I also knew I had no choice. If he had to, he would force me."Fine," I said.Once he released my hand, I headed inside the suite, while he followed behind with the hotel staff carryin
My eyes fixed on Luca while he rested his head against the leather seat of the private jet beside me. I turned my head and looked back at Nadia, who was sitting behind me wearing Serafina's signature mask and long red wig. She smiled and gave me a small wave. I raised my thumb in approval. It had taken me hours to convince her to do this. She had been terrified, and honestly, I couldn't blame her. Pretending to be one of the world's most famous women while sitting beside Il Don himself wasn't exactly a comfortable mission. But I had no other choice. She was carrying Serafina's passport normally. Jamal had arranged everything regarding the visa and travel documents. As long as Luca believed she was Serafina. Everything would go according to plan. A small smile tugged at my lips. Luca opened his eyes and caught me waving toward Serafina. "So... you're a fan of hers?" he asked lazily, a trace of sarcasm in his voice. I frowned. "Why not? Aren't you?" One corner of
Mila"What price... are you willing to pay?"The question sounded simple, but I knew Luca well enough to know what lay beneath it."What do you want in exchange?" I asked.He sized me up and down, his gaze setting my body on fire."I don't know..." he said. "What do you have to offer?"My throat went dry. I licked my lips.He traced my lower lip with his thumb."Do you have anything to offer besides your body? Because, genuinely, I'm not interested.""If you don't want to help..." I stammered.He raised a brow."...Yeah? What would you do?"I wished I could punch that provoking smirk off his face.But I knew I had crossed a line before, and now I had to endure this."I'm here not because I'm Mila," I started, trying to sound convincing and professional. "I'm here as the Russetti heiress. And all I want is to rebuild my family. And you, as Il Don..."I hesitated, unable to read his expression."...As Il Don of Cosa Nostra, you're the only one who can help my family-as one of the famili
LucaI stared at the closed door in disbelief. She really did this. I pulled harder against the shackles until the metal cut deeper into my wrists and blood slid slowly down my skin.“Mila…” I growled her name again, staring at the closed door as if I could drag her back through it by force alone;
I looked at Angelo as he entered through the main door, holding a big plate carefully in his small arms.“Did you give some to all the guards?” I asked.“Yes,” he said proudly. “And they said thank you to you and that they liked them so much.”A small smile curved my lips. “Okay, buddy.” I took the
I paced across the dark wooden floor, the chandelier lights too dim against the massive bedroom.I had been locked in this room for five hours. No water. No food. Nothing.Was that their punishment?I searched every corner of the room, trying to find a way out, but found nothing. Even the bathroom
MarcoIn this underground world, loyalties could be twisted like switching a button. We didn’t expect this attack, but it couldn’t be from our enemies. They couldn’t reach this far into our territory. Not after the last attack at least a year ago.As the Capo of Cosa Nostra, I realized a betrayal w






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