Where Does The Mafia King Operate His Empire?

One witnessed murder. One ruthless mafia king. One ballerina who became his beautiful obsession. They say you can’t fall for your captor. They’ve never met Enzo Santini. He locks me up and tells me I mean nothing. Then touches me like I’m everything. His brother wants to save me. But I’m starting to wonder if I want to be saved.

Miranda was never meant to be a bride, she was collateral. She was shock to learn that her gambling-addicted father sold her to settle an unforgivable debt, she was just a young woman who is forced into a loveless marriage with an aging Mafia King, Salvatore DeLuca. A man whose power commands fear and whose name ends wars. Trapped inside a gilded prison of wealth, violence, and silence, she learns quickly that obedience is her only survival. But within the shadows of the empire lives his handsome son, the heir. Cold, ruthless, and bound by blood and loyalty, he despises the transaction that bought her life. Anger burns in him every time he sees her wearing his father's name, yet desire follows just as fiercely. What begins as resentment turns into dangerous attraction. Every glance to her is a sin, he knows that. Every stolen moment is treason. Yet Lorenzo couldn't help it. In a world where power decides fate, their forbidden love could either destroy the empire, or set them both free.

I glared when his hand reached again to my neck. Our faces only an inch apart. His big hand was almost wrapping it whole. His thumb massaging my throat like a feather. "And when I thrust inside of you, I want to hear you scream my name. Every name of mine." "Dante. Adriano. Sol. Di. Angelo." His thumb stroking the center of my neck while uttering every name he owned. His eyes hooded in heat, lust clouding the windows of his soul. "And when you cum, it'll be Dante you moan." --- Hailynn Fleury is a talented painter. Growing up as an orphan, she and her best friend Ethan, always wanted to get back to the people that helped and cared for them. When one of her friends convinced her to auction her paintings at one of her charity events, it didn't take much persuasion knowing the money would go to the orphanage. On the night of the auction, her future took another turn when she saw a handsome man holding a gun. Later finding out that he was a mafia boss with an intention of keeping her from thereon. Witnessing him pulling a trigger to someone would have been the mafia boss' wisest decision to never let her go. Except that he couldn't touch the girl knowing the promise he had with his cousin. Dreams of bedding the girl is no longer an option. But how will he treat his ragazza, really? Find out how both of their lives took a turn- with the aspiring artist and the Italian mafia boss.

Alora is turning twenty one, her best friend Liana has got VIP passes for one night only at and exquisite club where her brother; Castello works. Once in the VIP room they meet Raven, the lead singer of The Misfits who gives them two VIP tickets to see the concert, but the only problem with that unit is being held in Italy in three days time. A surprise visitor makes their appearance at the club, she's drunk and has no idea who this mysterious male is dancing with her. She wakes up in a bed that's not hers and to her horror she is no longer in the United Kingdom, but in Italy with the last person she expects to see: Gianni who tells her they are to be married so he will be able to stop any other Mafia from taking his heritage.

He slid a paper across the table, his eyes cold. " Sign it." She blinked, confused. "Why?" "It’s our marriage certificate." He spoke as if discussing the weather. "I’ve already signed it. Your turn." Siya froze. **Marriage?** To a man like him? Her? A whore. Pregnant. She looked up at him, pleading. "I-I can be your maid. Do anything. Just… don’t hurt my baby." Her voice trembled, careful, trying to bargain with the devil himself. But Abhimanyu’s gaze was relentless, unmoved. His tone cut like ice. "I want you to sign it right now." Her heart hammered in her chest. "But… how… why me?" She stuttered, breaking. "I don’t want to marry you." She stood, defiance shaking her body. The word **marriage** tasted like ash, reminding her of someone she loathed beyond reason. Abhimanyu leaned in, his smile devoid of warmth. "You **will** marry me. Or…" The room fell silent, thick with the unspoken threat. **The world knows** what he is capable of. "Plea.se," she whispered. Her voice was barely a breath. Siya’s legs screamed to run. But there was nowhere to go. His voice low, lethal. "Listen to me, TweetyBird. If I can save you, I can ruin you too.' His eyes darkened. "Sign it. And you’ll be mine." "Why me?" Her voice broke. ************ Siya laid on the bed on her fours, her hands tied together with a handcuff as Abhimanyu thrusted slowly from her back. He changed their position making her completely under his mercy. As the sun rose in the sky, he uncuffed her. "Scream my name!" He groaned going faster than before. But his pace didn’t slacken at all. He had turned into a needy beast, who was ruining every ounce of sanity left in Siya. *********** ***********

ISABELLA HART doesn’t believe in love. She watched it destroy her father and take her mother, and she learned early that the safest heart is the one you guard. DANTE MORETTI trusts control above all else. A billionaire who built his empire on discipline and silence, he knows betrayal can’t be ignored....and love is the riskiest gamble of all. Their arranged marriage was meant to be safe, and utterly controlled. But living under the same roof blurs the line between duty and desire. Arguments flare, touches linger, and the walls they built around themselves start to crumble. Then the past returns, bringing secrets, lies, and a betrayal that threatens everything they’ve ever trusted. Now Isabella must decide if guarding her heart is worth losing him...and Dante must learn that control cannot fix what fear has broken. In a world ruled by power and deception, desire may be the only truth strong enough to survive.