Novel Web Mafia & Cerita Affair First-Person POV

"I don't particularly care what you want, Marcelina," Domenico Vitali said flatly. "You walked away carrying something that belongs to me. That makes you mine until I decide otherwise." **** Marcelina never wanted love or marriage. She wanted a baby. After watching her mother disappear piece by piece to a hereditary neurological disorder, she makes a desperate decision. She will have a child before the illness can claim her too. But she will not pass the disorder on. So, she chooses the perfect genetic candidate. Domenico Vitali. Powerful. Untouchable. Dangerous. He was not a man people asked for favors. He was the kind of man they stole from... and prayed they survived. A man Marcelina believed she could use and never see again. One night. One calculated risk. But she was wrong. Because men like Domenico don't just disappear. When he discovers the truth, he calls the shots. "This ends one way," he tells her. "We're getting married." He does not want the baby. He does not want her. But he will rather die than have his blood born a bastard. The longer they are bound together, the more dangerous the truth becomes. Domenico Vitali is not who she thought he was. And as secrets begin to surface, Marcelina starts to question everything. Did she truly trap a devil? Or did she step into a war she never saw coming?

You are mine, this lips are mine to kiss, this pussy is mine to fuck or fingers, fingering her pussy oh my. please, Emily cried, throwing her head back when the pleasure become to much, paired with his aimed thrust, Emily couldn't stay still as her legs began shaking and stomach tightened In a hard knot, I'm gonna….. with a hard cry, Emily come apart, she clung to him desperately as he continued to kiss her, withdrawing his hand from her pussy In one sweet merciless thrust, he then slid in his cock inside her, she cried out softly and arched her back feeling all of him enter her in one go. Alex breath hard against her mouth delicious way possible Fuck Emily have miss this, you're mine Emily. He said, slowing his thrust Please.. please, please don't stop- Emily said desperately Say it! Say you're mine. I'm yours Alexender, ahhhhhh she moan only yours EMILY GRAYSON- 22years Virgin found her boyfriend having sex with his secretary in his office. Feeling heartbroken, betrayed and hurt, Emily make up her mind to lose her virgin to a one night stand ALEXANDER ANTONIO'S - 28years A Billionaires, Italian Mafia boss who don't believe in love, only believe in one night stand with no strings attached, but when he meet Emily every thing change, but faith is not on their side,

Trapped in a suffocating marriage, Livia Solene thinks she’s finally hit her breaking point. Desperate for a way out—and hungry for the raw, unconditional adoration she tasted during a rebellious escape to San Diego--Livia makes a reckless phone call. Dante Cortez is waiting. Rich, dangerous, heavily tattooed, and fiercely possessive, Dante doesn't just want to pull Livia into his orbit because he wants to burn her old life to the ground. But as they cross the line into forbidden territory right next door to Vincent, the walls between secrecy and disaster begin to crumble. When Dante casually refers to a "wife" to an unsuspecting, terrified Vincent, a chilling realization strikes Livia that she might have traded one cage for a much more dangerous one. Dark, gritty, and explosive, this dark romance dives into obsession, infidelity, and the high cost of breaking free.

“You understand there’s no going back after this…right?” I nodded. Azrael’s brows immediately pulled together. “No.” His voice dropped, deep and commanding. “I want to hear you say it, Wilhemina.” My heart hammered as he hovered over me, close enough that his heat surrounded me. His cologne filled my lungs, mixed with the faint scent of mint and whiskey on his breath. “Say you understand.” “I understand,” I whispered. His eyes darkened. We had met like this before. Stolen nights. Locked doors. Hours where I could forget the diamond on my finger and the husband who barely remembered I existed. But tonight felt different. Tonight, Azrael wasn’t offering me an escape. He was asking me to choose. His fingers closed around my chin, forcing my eyes back to his. “Good girl.” Two words. That was all it took to send a shiver through me. ___ For three years, Wilhemina Rucci-Saldini has been the perfect mafia wife—beautiful, obedient, polished, and utterly unwanted. Her marriage to Emilio Saldini was never about love. It was a calculated alliance between two of the Central Region’s most influential crime families. Emilio’s heart, however, has always belonged to someone else: his college sweetheart, Yazmin. Wilhemina accepts his mistress. She accepts his absence. She even accepts the humiliating agreement that Emilio will never consummate their marriage because Yazmin cannot bear the possibility of Wilhemina giving him an heir. What Wilhemina cannot accept is discovering—on their third wedding anniversary—that Emilio has secretly given Yazmin something he never intended to give his legal wife: A real wedding. Publicly humiliated by Emilio, trapped by a father willing to use her comatose mother as leverage, and tired of living as everyone’s beautiful possession, Wilhemina finally does something selfish. She enters The Angel’s Den.

"You keep pretending you don’t remember me,” he said quietly. I didn’t turn around. “You’re my stepson now.” A sharp laugh. “That’s not what you called me when your fingers were in my hair.” My breath shook. “That night meant nothing.” Then he leaned in, his breath brushing my cheek. “I shouldn't want you, you are married to my father, and somehow,” he murmured, “you're still the woman I can’t stop thinking about.” Camilla Moretti discovered the betrayal the worst way possible—secrets unraveled, lies laid bare. Her boyfriend had been sleeping with her best friend. She was pregnant. Broken and numb, Camilla vanished into the night and into the arms of a stranger whose name she never asked for, whose touch felt like an escape. By morning, her fate was sealed. She was married off to a powerful man nearly three times her age. Then the stranger walked into her new home as her stepson. With both of them jumping into conclusions they clash as enemies and they fought each other as fiercely as they wanted each other. Hatred became obsession, and obsession became a forbidden affair that would start a war neither of them could stop

Blurb: Mia had her life figured out, or so she thought. A stable job, a boyfriend of 4years, and a future that made sense, and was hers. Until one night ruined her entire resolve. The familiar love that was comfortable now seemed dull. A rare storm, an empty office, and a man that wasn’t hers to touch Rafiah, her brother's lover, her boss, he was a man wrapped in power and danger. He was never meant to look at her the way he did that night, but he was drugged, he lost control By Morning he goes stern, pretends like nothing happened, like she never existed But Mia remembers, her body remembered, and the saxophones becomes louder even in their silence Two days later the she says yes to the familiar man, she needed to, no— she had rerouted to to the more comfortable destination But a rival cartel began watching , waiting— And now Mia was caught in the cross fire, she became the weakness of the man who claimed he wanted nothing to do with her, and in his world where loyalty is everything and love is weakness falling for the wrong man might destroy them all.

“Rule number one,” Dante said, his voice a low, lethal purr that ran straight to my core. I stared at his gray eyes like a helpless doe at the mercy of a wolf. Defenseless yet willing. Standing tall and imposing in his black dress shirt and black jeans, he looked like a sin I hadn’t yet committed and one I was bound to commit. Willing to commit. I swallowed, staring at him. I could leave, he wouldn't care if I did, but desperation and something I couldn't mention pinned me here. “With me, there is no romance, no kissing, no nice words, and definitely no love,” he continued, taking slow, predatory steps toward me Six months. Six rules. One forbidden temptation. Julianna Russo is six months away from marrying Alistair Marchetti, heir to one of New York's most powerful mafia families. There's only one problem, Alistair believes she's the sexually experienced woman he craves. But she isn't. When a desperate lie traps her in an engagement she cannot escape, Julianna turns to the one man dangerous enough to help her survive her wedding night. Dante Marchetti, Alistair's elder brother, the exiled son and the man who broke her heart three years ago. Dante agrees to teach her everything she needs to know before the wedding. But every lesson brings them closer, their secret arrangement threatens exposure and every stolen moment risks starting a war inside the Marchetti family. As old betrayals resurface and buried truths come to light, Julianna must choose between duty and desire. Between the man she is supposed to marry… and the man she never stopped loving.

Scarpa sees. Scarpa wants. Scarpa hunts. Scarpa gets. It’s a chain of life for Torre Scarpa—the unspoken law of the Scarpa world. When Torre sets his eyes on Montana Rossi, his employee’s wife; a pale, soft-spoken foreign woman who gave herself to the wrong Italian man as husband, he doesn't just want her. He claims her by all bloodied means. Montana, left alone, humiliated by the powerful Rossi family after her husband's death, finds herself in Scarpa’s warm embrace. He pays off her debts. Gives her shelter. Offers her peace. Even lets her care for his troubled daughter. He is the savior she never expected. But Scarpa is no angel. Behind the tailored suits and steady gaze is a man who always gets what he wants—no matter the cost. And Montana? She's not free. Not really. Not anymore. As she falls for him, body and soul, she begins to wonder: Is this love? Or a beautiful trap? When the truth of Scarpa’s world comes to light—its secrets, its crimes, its bloodied roots—Montana must face what she’s become, and decide: Can she live with the devil who saved her? Or is it already too late? Because the Lord Scarpa doesn’t let go. He devours.