Who Is Responsible For The Claim Against The De Carrillo Twins?

Twin sisters born on the same day after several male generations in the family. But soon the happiness died after a huge mishap took place. One was blessed with protection and love whilst the other one was abused and violated.

THIS BOOK IS THE BOOK 2 OF TRIPLET TEMPTATION; MY STEPBROTHERS ARE TRIPLETS. Three identical faces. Three dangerous hearts. One man who was never meant to choose. Born of secrecy and blood, Fiorella, Marcella, and Camilla Romano grow up hidden from the world—triplet daughters of three powerful Mafia men, raised to survive a legacy that should never have existed. When freedom finally comes at university, each sister steps into a different life… and unknowingly into the arms of the same man. Luca De Santis is everything their world is not—poor, principled, and untouched by crime. A law student with quiet strength and unshakable integrity, he never suspects the truth as he falls for three women who wear the same face differently. Fiorella challenges him with power and control. Marcella tempts him with fire and danger. Camilla soothes him with warmth and peace. But when Luca discovers the women he loves are sisters, and daughters of one of the most feared Mafia families alive….desire turns lethal. Obsession breeds rivalry. Secrets draw blood. And enemies close in, ready to exploit the one weakness the Romano family never planned for: love. As passion threatens to destroy sisterhood and history begins to repeat itself, Luca must make an impossible choice. Stay….and become the reason they fall apart. Or walk away, and break all their hearts to save their lives. Or choose one of them and let go of the others.

[WARNING: This story contains explicit MATURE 18+ scenes] "He's mine, William," said the messy-haired man. "I met him first." "Oh yeah? But I slept with him first, so he's mine, Oliver," retorted the man with brushed-up hair, his black tailor-made suit emphasizing his polished look. Luca looked between the two handsome men, both identical except for their differing styles. His jaw dropped as he tried to process what was happening. What had he gotten himself into? Can one person accept love from two people simultaneously? Can he belong to both of them? Can the three of them become something more? ~ SUMMARY ~ Luca finds himself entangled with two billionaire twin brothers, leading to a hot and steamy threesome. Initially unaware that he's been dating two people, Luca is shocked when the truth comes out. When the truth is revealed, it's already too late. There is no escaping the grasp of these irresistibly rich and handsome billionaire twins.

On the night of her university graduation, Nooria Al-Fariz catches her boyfriend in bed with her best friend and flees to a hotel suite her sister Faiza promised would help her forget. Instead, Faiza’s “sparkling juice” leaves Nooria drugged and stumbling into the wrong room—straight into the arms of Valentino Delucca, the most feared mafia boss on the East Coast and the man her sister was supposed to marry. What begins as one brutal, addictive night of rough passion explodes into a public scandal when the press catches them tangled in sheets the next morning. To salvage his reputation and collect on a broken family promise, Valentino claims Nooria as his own. He demands she become his contract wife, come to his bed every night, and give him an heir—no exceptions, no escape. Terrified and betrayed, Nooria is torn between the guilt of betraying her sister, the shame of her family’s disgrace, and the dark, dangerous pull she feels toward the monster who alternates between punishing dominance and shocking tenderness. But the deepest secret is still hidden: the man who ruined her wasn’t alone that night. Valentino has an identical twin, Damien—and both brothers now refuse to let her go. In a world of blood oaths, arranged alliances, and obsessive possession, Nooria must decide whether to fight for freedom… or surrender to the two men who will burn everything down to keep her. A dark mafia romance with forced marriage, breeding kink, twin obsession, family betrayal, and intense spice.

My sister Sofia and I married into the Moretti family, New York's most feared dynasty, and got pregnant less than a month apart. I married Dante Moretti, the eldest son and youngest trauma surgery chief St. Vincent's had ever appointed. Sofia married his younger brother Luca, a Major Crimes detective with a badge and a Moretti army at his back. One carried a scalpel. The other carried a gun. Behind them stood a family that owned docks, unions, private clubs, and half the secrets in Manhattan. Everyone said we'd won a life women would kill for. On my first anniversary, I left a maternity clinic with our daughter's fetal heart scans. Sofia hopped out at a bakery for a cinnamon-apple tart. That craving saved her life. The black Cadillac carrying me cut through an intersection and drove straight into an armored truck. Metal folded around me. Glass filled my mouth. Beneath the screaming brakes, I felt my baby stop moving. I called Dante with a bloodied hand. He rejected me three times before answering the fourth. "Enough with the loyalty tests, Elena. Valentina's old gunshot wound triggered an arrhythmia, and I'm treating her. You and Sofia don't get to invent emergencies every time we help her." Sofia called Luca in tears. He was at Valentina's townhouse investigating a triggered alarm. "A false report leaves a record," he said. "Stop helping your sister put on a show." In the end, my eight-month-pregnant sister smashed open the warped car door and dragged me through broken glass and leaking gasoline. She commandeered a hotel SUV and drove me to the ER herself. I survived. She went into premature labor and lost her son the same night I lost my daughter. After surgery, we lay in neighboring beds while dawn bled through the windows. "Elena," Sofia whispered, "I'm done with my marriage." I reached across and took her ice-cold hand. "So am I."

Sofia Reyes buried her twin sister a year ago. Tonight, she's marrying her sister's killer instead. When the passenger vessel carrying Camila sank three years ago, killing twelve people, the official report called it an accident. Sofia, a trained marine insurance investigator, knows better. The maintenance logs were forged. The harbor inspectors were paid. Every falsified signature leads back to one man: Adrian Kane, the billionaire heir the tabloids call the Iceberg. So Sofia does the unthinkable. She steals her dead twin's identity and walks down the aisle to complete the merger marriage Camila never lived to finish, moving into Adrian's cliffside Lisbon estate as his wife in name only. By day, they perform devotion for cameras and a watching board. By night, one rule holds the marriage together: he doesn't touch her, and she doesn't touch him. But rules break fastest in houses built on lies, and every night Sofia spends searching his locked study for proof of his guilt pulls her closer to a man who doesn't act like the monster she came here to destroy. Then she finds the envelope. Her sister's handwriting. Evidence Camila mailed to Adrian four days before she died, evidence he never opened. Someone in this house has been lying to everyone, including the man Sofia married. As the six month clock on the wedding contract runs out, Sofia has to decide how much of her heart she's willing to lose to get the truth, and whether the real conspiracy reaches far higher than one billionaire's guilty conscience.