To Norma Jeane With Love, Jimmie

To her husband and his mistress, Nora was just a naïve housewife—blindly in love, tolerating his infidelities and betrayals. But to those who truly knew her, she was an instrument of death—a Mafia Boss whose name alone struck terror. Raised by a ruthless Mafia King, Nora grew up in cruelty, vengeance, and blood. Her legend began when, as a child, she took her own mother’s life. Trained to be her father’s deadliest weapon, she used her beauty to disarm enemies, leaving none alive. Yet beneath her ruthless exterior lay a forbidden weakness: love. Against her father’s orders, Nora fell for a man she swore to protect. When her father discovered the truth, it cost the man his life, shattering Nora’s heart and forcing her to flee. In a new city, Nora adopted a quiet life as a stripper, determined to bury her past. But everything changed when billionaire Steve Smith walked into her club. Jilted days before his wedding, he needed a wife to secure his inheritance. Desperate for a fresh start, Nora agreed to an arranged marriage. What began as a business deal blossomed into love, but their happiness was short-lived. Steve’s ex-fiancée reappeared, and Nora’s father finally found her. As her dark past resurfaces, Nora must decide: embrace the Mafia Queen she once was, or risk everything for the love she’s found. Dive into this gripping tale of power, love, and redemption to uncover Nora’s ultimate fate.

Monalisa Del-a-Cruz, an Italian-American mafia queen was often referred as the queen of the underworld. She’s feared by both the old and young and they all bow at her feet. Despite being a high schooler, she controlled 85% of the black market in America, no one dare defies her order except they want their head blown off. At an early age of five, she was trained to be merciless, ruthless and cold, those who challenged her never lived to tell the tale or their body parts got chopped off. Meet Jeremy Martins, the class president of senior 05 class, twilight high school. He’s an annoying, funny and nerdy teenage boy who cares about two things; his studies and his sister. He believes in love even though his parents fight and beat each other every single day. When Monalisa gets transferred to a new school, she meets Jeremy who thinks she’s crazy, so, they didn’t start off on the right foot. As time goes on Monalisa gets confused about what she feels towards him because she doesn’t know what love is. Unknowingly she finds herself fighting for her rightful place as mafia queen with her step brother. Read along to find out about betrayals, the dangerous adventures they both participate in and perhaps maybe she might let him break the walls she built to protect herself.

The Mad Donna He Never Really Married For three years, I was Donna of the rising Valenti family. One day, Enzo was holding a meeting at a private cigar club. I worried about his stomach issues, so I went to bring him his usual antacids. Standing outside the private room, I heard his men laughing. “Don Enzo, are you really going to keep Clara hidden away at the Silver Lake villa forever?” “That mad Moretti heiress in the main house is still parading around as Donna of the Valenti family.” Enzo rubbed the bridge of his nose and scoffed. “If she hadn’t taken a bullet to the head for me and gone insane, and if I hadn’t desperately needed her family’s capital, I never would have married a woman with no blood ties to the life.” “But Clara is my legal wife. The family trust, the marriage certificate at City Hall, it’s all in her name.” “Stella’s just a plaything I keep at the main house. Once Clara gives birth to an heir, I’ll bring her home for good.” My knuckles turned white as I squeezed the small box of medicine, the cardboard crumpling in my hand. He had exchanged blood oaths and rings with me in the church, yet it was Clara who had signed the papers at City Hall. He played me for a fool, all to keep Clara’s reputation clean. Clutching the box, I turned and melted back into the shadows. He had no idea my sanity had returned three days ago. He would never guess I had already sent an encrypted message to my brother, who runs a business empire from our home in Solaria, far across the sea. I was done with this goddamn Valenti title.

My uncle’s rival, Emmett Meyer, saved me twice. The first time, I was drowning after a shipwreck—until he cut through the waves on a speedboat and dragged me ashore. The second time was after someone had slipped drugs into my drink. That night, I seduced him, a hardened man ten years my senior. In the dim glow of a private room, he guided my hand downward and growled, “I want you so bad, Babe.” He took me ruthlessly, ignoring my sobs and pleas. From then on, Emmett—the untamable “Prince of Silverbridge”—abandoned his reckless ways and devoted himself to me. Or so I believed. Then one day, he coaxed me into his Rolls-Royce and captured our tryst on camera. I flushed with embarrassment and secret delight. Later, as I hurried after him to return some documents he had left behind, I heard the sneers whispered in the hallway: “You’re so wild, Emmett. Everyone heard your girl moaning.” “Damn, the car rocked so hard I thought you’d break it.” “Hey, if Franklin Reed ever finds out that his precious niece has been your plaything for three years… think he’ll have a heart attack?”

It is the third year of my marriage when the video of my bodyguard, Julian Sutherland, holding an umbrella over me in a downpour goes viral. Overnight, the internet becomes obsessed with the "Icy Protector and his Forbidden Heiress." Netizens are relentless; they dig through the archives until they unearth a ten-year-old clip. In the video, a girl was holding a pair of high-heeled shoes while sprinting through the Folander airport. My friend teased, "No way, Ms. Serina Brown. Are you really flying back home to confess to that poor man? What could you possibly see in him?" The camera shakes, capturing my youthful face. I was just a reckless 20-year-old. "I love Julian. I love everything about him." That night, after seeing the video, Julian loses his composure and bursts into my room. "I didn't know you loved me back then. I thought… I thought… God, it was never supposed to end like this." I pull my coat around me and stand rooted on the spot, remaining silent. Suddenly, a mocking laugh echoes from behind me. Someone places their hand firmly on my waist and says, "Are you trying to reminisce about your love with my wife right in front of me? Do I look dead to you?"

After our SATs, my childhood sweetheart coaxed me into giving him my virginity. In just one night, he went through half a box of protection. I thought it was physical attraction and that he was madly in love with me. Until one day, by accident, I saw the group chat between him and his friends. [Congratulations to my boy for scoring his first win.] [Rue can barely walk. Weren’t you a bit too rough?] [Too rough? She’s tough. She can take it. I’m just getting some practice in, so I’ll know how to treat the school’s prettiest girl right in the future. If I mess her up, I’d actually feel bad.] So all those years of being childhood sweethearts were nothing but a joke. I changed my university application. From that moment on, he went south, and I went north. Our paths never crossed again.