Dark Romance Mafia 웹소설 & Arrogant Lovers Reunion 스토리

***WARNING THIS BOOK CONTAINS LOTS OF EXPLICIT SCENES, VIOLENCE, AND VULGAR LANGUAGE*** I was a fool to think that I could play with fire and not be burned. To think that once I had a taste of her, I would have been able to let go. To think that once I was all in, we wouldn’t be caught. The problem was that. That we were so focused on my best friend and her father finding out about us, and didn’t see what was brewing against us. Not until it was too late, and she had been taken right from under my nose. Now. Now, I’m out for blood. Because no one touches what belongs to Alberto Morello and lives to tell it. The problem is that there are more traitors than we thought, but I don’t mind bringing hell on earth to find my goddaughter. Because I. Will. Find. Her.

At the altar, I said no loud enough for the whole church to hear. The priest kept going. Dimitri Volkov didn’t blink. That was fact one: I was married without consent in Chicago, to a man who accepted silence as agreement. The morning was cold and I was currency. My father handed me to Dimitri Volkov—Bratva—like a contract clause. Not a daughter. A term to be signed. I left him later. Not in rage. In clarity—after I saw another girl caught in his world with no choice, just like me. Then I went to war. Law school had taught me precision, so I used it. Civil suits. Asset forfeiture. Anonymous tips to the right agencies. I took apart everything legitimate he’d built, piece by piece, until he bled territories and pride. He showed up bruised once, signed over forty percent of his clean empire to my name, brought therapy receipts. That was fact two: I dismantled the man who caged me, on paper, without firing a shot. I still have the necklace. The one he left in my lap that first night. I wore it through the worst, through the year I rebuilt alone, through every hearing. Last month I was pregnant in a courtroom, arguing a case I won. He was in the gallery. The diamonds sat above my collar. No one asked. I never explained. That was fact three: I took something from that night and made it mine. It doesn’t belong to him anymore. It doesn’t belong to what he did. It belongs to me.

Five years ago, Elena Carter made the hardest decision of her life. When Damian Moretti, the boy she loved, chose to step into the violent world of the mafia, she knew she couldn’t follow him. She had seen firsthand what that life did to people—how it swallowed them whole. So she walked away, leaving behind the only man she had ever loved. But Damian never saw it as an ending. "If we ever cross paths again, I won’t let you go." Those were his last words to her, a promise that haunted her every night.

God forbid, a woman only wants stability, a peaceful life, a high paying job—not rich, but stable. She was given six months to live. Six months to work, to support her family, and six months to stand as his contractual wife. Despite her own battles, Lana's top priority is her mother who needs constant support the most, setting aside her own necessities just to make sure she has enough means to put food above the table. Enters Salvatore; a widowed man, the timid, stoic, authoritative and a ruthless King of the underground. He has a heart of stone, covered in dark flames surrounding his body. Lost his wife in a tug of war, Salvatore vowed he won't marry again, until a woman appeared who had the same face as his allegedly dead wife began to shake his world. Yet fate has other plans. She can't remember even a single memory.

Anthony Carter became the boss of ruthless Mafia who did all the dirty work in the city of Rome, after the woman he loved rejected him in front if the crowd and tore his self respect into pieces. Dejection was not in his dictionary so he did the opposite. Revenge, and making her pay for it. All the time he thought he was in love with her and wanted her. But it was just his obsession with her, a mere infatuation. How will she react when he'll recognize him? And what will she do after she'll realize that she was just a muse for his filthy revenge?