บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Queen's Bethroted : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

WARNING, LOVES. This isn’t your sweet cinnamon roll romance. Inside these pages, you’ll find obsession, dubious consent, stalking, emotional manipulation, violence, and a heroine who doesn’t just break the rules—she lights them on fire. There will be blood. There will be spice. There will be twisted minds doing twisted things in the name of love (or something like it). If that makes you uncomfortable, close the book. But if you like your romance dark, your villains deliciously unhinged, and your morals tied up and begging for mercy... Welcome and please dive into my world. --- Lissa You ever sit across from someone and just know… Like know know… That killing them once wouldn't be enough. Yeah. That’s me right now. I’m sitting in this empty little café, trying to look as not so bored as possible while imagining how fast this place would go up in flames if I just tilted my lighter the right way. Spoiler alert: real fast. I shifted my gaze to the old geezer

Stanley “You’re seriously gonna skip my birthday again?”I adjusted my backpack and pushed through the library doors, the night air smacking me straight in the face.“I’m not a party person, you know this.” I said into my phone, deadpan.“I know you’re an ancient soul trapped in a twenty-two-year-old body,” Julian replied. “But come on, man. It’s just a party. One night."I snorted. “Tempting. But no.”Doing my usual walk, I cut through the narrow street that led to the bus stop, which I’d skip tonight, because of my shift at the bar. I was already late, which meant I’d be stuck with cleanup duty again.“Dude, It’s gonna be chill! Just a few people. Pizza. Drinks. Nothing much." Julian whined through the speaker.“Julian, for the last time I have work. You know, that thing people do to afford food?”“Pretty please."“No."“But what if your soulmate’s there?”“Then God’s got a weird sense of humor.”He laughed. “Okay, okay, what if I promise, no pressure. No party games, no people dra

Lissa The tires screeched loudly as I parked my Maserati outside a townhouse. It was luxurious but small, tucked in a quiet neighborhood just outside downtown Chicago. I had enemies everywhere so if I didn't want to get into trouble, I had to remain low-key. Killing the engine, I stepped out, slamming the door behind me. I was in a really good mood, having just spent two hours watching my baby try on clothes. Clothes I couldn't wait to get my hands on, just so I could rip them off. I never knew I had a thing for nerdy guys, but the more I watched this boy, the more I felt like I'd wasted my whole life. Even though he rebelled and was still planning to go to that party, I found it cute. At least he had some fight in him, otherwise it'd be boring. Stepping inside,the scent of vanilla immediately hit me. Nessa had been baking again. Her pink head popped out from the kitchen, eyeliner thick as charcoal and a cookie halfway to her mouth. “Where the hell have you been?” sh

The car slowed in front of an old building.It had cracked windows, faded paint and dust clinging to every inch. To any person it might have looked abandoned, but the guards flanking the entrance, with matching black suits and cold eyes told a different story.Malik led the way, and I followed. Inside, the air was thick with cigar smoke. Tables lined the room, each hosting “dinners” that were anything but ordinary. There were guns resting casually beside wine glasses, and every conversation felt like it could end in bloodshed.Malik’s gaze swept the crowd, calculating as always, before steering us toward a private room in the back.He pushed the door open, and there lounging on a leather sofa like it was a throne; legs crossed, a wine glass dangling from one hand was my least favourite person. Midnight hair spilled over her shoulder in waves, catching the low light. Her lips curved in that dangerous way that brought both men and women to their knees. Then, her eyes raked over me lik

Stanley “What happened to me?” I asked, rubbing my eyes groggily.“Morning, baby boy,” I heard a voice greet and my head snapped to the door. The girl from last night, my stalker I'd presumed was standing at the door, dressed in one of my shirts and leaning casually against the frame. Seeing her again made my cock twitch in remembrance of what she'd done to it last night. How her lips had felt wrapped around me and her tongue licking me off.Her present appearance didn't help matters either. My shirt only reached above her bum, leaving her thighs and legs bare to my view. She also wasn't wearing any bra underneath, letting me see the outline of her boobs through the clothes. As I took her in, her eyes also raked over me till we both met. Those eyes should have unsettled me from all the dangers it practically screamed but they only pulled me in more."What..happened to me?" I asked again, moving my gaze down and trying to focus on anything other than her eyes."After cumming so har