John De Silva Story

They say the Devil of Vercelli never shows mercy. After her parents died, Elena Rossi had no one left but her uncle. He took her in, but he never loved her. To him, she was only a burden. Another mouth to feed. When his gambling debts grow too large, he makes a cruel choice. He sells her. Elena is dragged to a secret auction where powerful criminals buy women like property. She stands on the stage shaking, surrounded by cold eyes and cruel smiles. Then the room falls silent. Alessandro De Vercelli has arrived. A billionaire. A mafia kingpin. A man so feared that even criminals step aside when he walks in. He does not place a bid. He only says two words. “She's mine.” Now Elena belongs to the most dangerous man in Italy. A man with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. But when enemies try to take what belongs to him… Just how much destruction will the Devil of Vercelli unleash?

“Are you sure you want to go through with the abortion procedure, Mrs. Windsor?” The doctor’s voice was soft, almost cautious. Elysia Windsor lowered her gaze, fingers trembling against her stomach as tears burned behind her eyes. “Yes, doctor,” she whispered shakily. “Alright… but we’ll need your husband’s consent and signature first.” Her husband. For five years, Declan Windsor had never truly been hers. Cold. Distant. Untouchable. While Elysia loved him hopelessly, Declan only had eyes for the woman he truly wanted. Still, Elysia endured the loneliness of their marriage, convincing herself that loving him from afar was enough. Until one drunken night changed everything. Now pregnant with Declan’s twins, Elysia begins to hope for something more… only for Declan to bring his first love, Victoria Ashford, into their home pregnant with his child. Humiliated, betrayed, and repeatedly framed by the same woman who tormented her in high school, Elysia reaches her breaking point when she nearly loses her babies—and Declan still chooses Victoria over her. So she leaves. Quietly. Completely. But the moment Elysia disappears, Declan realizes the devastating truth too late The wife he neglected was the only woman who ever truly loved him. Now she’s gone, carrying his children and the pieces of his heart with her. And when Declan finally finds her again years later, Elysia is no longer the broken woman he left behind. The problem? This time, she may choose someone else.

Deceit: The act of making a person believe something that is not true. Our 26-year-old charming bachelor, Giovanni De Luca. One simply defined as a secluded blue Moon diamond, making it almost impossible for your paths to collide with his. He undeniably reeks of luxury after all the surname De Luca is an eye candy to the public and wealth itself. Unfortunately for him life decides to humble him in a rather debasing manner, as he finds his multi-millionaire company on the verge of bankruptcy forcing him into a rash decision. A decision which drags Rosalie Ravelosin into the picture. 21-year-old Rosalie Ravelosin struggles with the knowledge of being despised by both parents for reasons unknown to her and undoubtedly seen of less value by her co-workers. She's held captive by an emotional and financial struggle, and being dragged into yet another undesirable situation is something she truly isn't up for.

Everyone believed I was the perfect good girl. Yet no one knew that every night, right under the nose of Blackport's most ruthless mafia Don, I was tangled up with his heir and my own stepbrother. It was not until the fifth year of our secret affair that I overheard him speaking with his right‑hand man, Carlo Vitale, through the cracked door of the casino's top‑floor office. "Boss, you deflowered your own stepsister when she was 18. You've been stringing her along for 5 years, and you're still not going to make it official?" My heart clenched. Quietly, desperately, I waited for Giuliano Falcone's answer. Giuliano flicked his custom Zippo open and shut, smiling like he did not care. "You said it yourself. She's a dirty little secret. How would you even bring that into the light? "If it weren't for getting back at her harlot of a mother for destroying my family, I never would've touched her. "I've already proposed to Viviana. Only a Moretti Principessa is fit to stand as the Madre of the Falcone family." I did not break down. I did not storm in and demand answers. I pretended I had heard nothing, turned around, and walked into the darkness. On the day of Giuliano and Viviana Moretti's wedding, he stationed his suited Soldati at every entrance to the venue, terrified I would show up and cause a scene. What he did not know was that I was already sitting in first class on a flight to Bellavista, and I was never coming back.

The Devereux enigma brothers had spent years making his life a living hell. Evander and Lysander Devereux were rich, powerful, and devastatingly charming. Every girlfriend he ever loved eventually ended up in their arms. Every relationship became another trophy for the infamous heirs. They stole everything from him... and laughed while doing it. Their favorite joke? His virginity. Humiliated beyond endurance, he made a reckless decision. One night. One anonymous encounter. One chance to escape the shadow of the people who had spent years tearing him apart. "Destroy me." Blindfolded and trembling, he offered himself to the shadows. For the first time in his life, he felt wanted. Then the blindfold came off. His heart stopped. Evander and Lysander... his rivals and tormentors. The men who had spent years stealing every woman he had ever cared about. "How... how could it be you?" he whispered. The mockery vanished from their faces, replaced by something far more dangerous. Obsession. What should have remained a humiliating secret became the beginning of an obsession neither brother could control. Then Augustus Devereux entered the picture. The billionaire patriarch wasn't his stepfather. He was the powerful man dating his cruel stepmother. And from the moment Augustus discovered the secret connecting him to his sons, something changed. The Devereux men were known for their power, wealth, and ruthlessness. Sharing was never in their nature. Yet somehow, he became the exception. "Do you know what fascinates me most?" Augustus asked softly. "Not that my sons want you." His gaze darkened. "It's that none of us can seem to walk away." Now caught between two possessive heirs and the dangerous patriarch who should be completely off-limits, he becomes the center of an obsession that threatens to destroy them all. Because the Devereux men never share... except for him.

The syndicate's year-end banquet was wrapping up. A blinding spotlight hit me. "Time for our final toast. To the family's Biggest Dead Weight." Dead silence for a second. Then, malicious laughter erupted across the room. Silas’s new girl, Chloe, nudged my shoulder with a smirk. "Go get your award, Valentina. Don't be shy." "I voted for you too. You earned it." I stayed quiet. Looked at our Boss, Don Silas. He knew exactly what I did for this criminal empire. The untraceable money laundering. The late-night drinks to buy city councilmen. The premium casino licenses I secured through my own family ties. I built the syndicate's most profitable underground cash flows. Blood, sweat, and tears. But now, he just sat at the head table. Staring at me with cold eyes. "What? You don't like the family's reward?" I walked up to the stage. Took that cheap, humiliating plastic chip from a soldier. Chloe handed me the mic. Smiled sweetly, playing the innocent angel. "Any speech, Valentina?" A room full of mobsters in suits waited for the punchline. I held the chip. Looked at the faces I had fed with clean money. Gave a soft smile. "Since the family thinks this is all I'm worth... I'm out." The laughter stopped instantly. They thought I was just a lovesick woman throwing a tantrum. Until the offshore laundering networks shut down. Until politicians and VIPs pulled their money out. They demanded their real contact. Otherwise, all protection was gone. They totally panicked.