Mortadello

It's better to be feared than Loved" Isabella Martinez wanted nothing more than to graduate from college so she could become a pediatric doctor, but her hopes are soon dashed, after witnessing a mob murder she's kidnapped by the pepatraters of the murder. Faced with no other choice but to work for the Mafia as a maid she soon finds herself The focus of their leader. A man whose name commands both respect and dread from all those who hear It. His name was Leonardo Castellano. And now that this devil he's seen this angel, he has no intention of ever letting her go.

Everyone in southern Italy knew that Lorenzo Moretti loved me like a madman. And yet he had been keeping a much younger woman in Naples. They said she looked just like I had years ago. He told people she was only a reminder of the woman he had once loved most. He also gave strict orders that no one was to let me hear about her. Until the day I found out I was pregnant. I went to his office to tell him the news myself, only to stop outside the door when I heard a young woman’s voice from inside. “Lorenzo… am I only here because I remind you of her?” The door was slightly ajar. Through the gap, I saw a young woman who looked too much like me, wrapped in his jacket and holding his glass. I stood there, barely breathing. Then I heard him answer. “Don’t compare yourself to her.” “She could never be what you are.” I turned and walked away without making a sound. That night, I called my mother. “Mother, I’ve made up my mind.” She was silent for a moment. “I want a fire,” I said. “Something no one survives. By the time it’s over, Sophia Moretti needs to be dead to the world.”

As the flames engulfed my body in the underground warehouse, I used the last of my strength to call my brother, the new Don of the Moretti family. Just as I was about to draw my last breath, Lorenzo finally answered, his voice as cold as the Sicilian winter wind. "Isabella, what the hell are you up to now?" "Brother, save me…" My voice was barely a whisper, but he cut me off without a hint of mercy. "Can't you go one day without causing trouble?" "Liliana's debutante dinner is next week. If you don't show up, I'll drag you back here myself." He hung up without a second thought, completely oblivious to the desperation in my voice. Despair mingled with the searing agony that wracked my body as the flames danced higher, and I couldn't hold on any longer. As I closed my eyes, tears still trickled from their corners. You won't have to drag me back, my brother. I'm never coming back.

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."

Isabella is a young devoted maid in the Montego household. Dominic Montego is next in line to take over the family business, until, his attraction to the young maid takes him off the rails from his role, and ends any shred of passion he might have had for the innocent maid. Five years later, they reconnect under very different circumstances. But can they trust each other again to rekindle any flames of passion that they might still have? And if they do, can such fragile love survive in the dangerous mafia world?

“What do you want from me, Don? I'm your wife.” My voice trembled as the reality of what Alessandro might do to me settled in like a forest fog. “Exactly what I should get knowing how talented your mother was.” He growled, not sounding at all like the man I loved, while he unzipped his dress pants. Sure, I wanted to get laid but not like this. ~~~ To Don Alessandro Moretti, Elena is nothing more than a tool of vengeance. The daughter of the woman who once shattered his father’s empire. But what Alessandro doesn’t know is this: The amnesiac woman he married is no lamb—she's the top assassin and hacker of a phantom organisation. And when her memories return… All hell will break loose.