Novelas web de Bully Mafia e historias ambientadas en Regret

"You okay?" He asks her and she nodded but the look on her face stats she's scared. "I'm fine" She muttered. "Did they hurt you?" He asked. "No" "Look at me. Look at me Elsa!" He insisted and Elsa shivered. "Can I ask you?" "What?" He asked. "Can you please remind me how I meet you." Elsa said. "It all started at a party" He said. ___ Her name is Elsa, A nineteen years old naive girl. Beautiful with hazel eyes. She was being treated differently by her family members. What did she do? Getting raped wasn't her fault. Is that the reason she has to be treated so bad?! Everything changed, in just One day. Every day she ask herself, how on Earth did she get to meet the bad Mafia Boss! Can her life get anymore better?

Emery had just buried her husband Jasper, a mafia boss.. the man she stood by for ten years. But even in death .. he betrayed and humiliated her. Now she has been given a second chance to make her life her own. She wants out of the engagement that’s been contractually in place since they were kids. Her ‘family’ welcomes her back with open arms, and her childhood friends vow to protect her. But Jasper is the head of their rival gang. And he doesn’t want to let her go. Emery longs to be free and to live her life differently the second time around. But will she be able to do that? Breaking off the engagement could cause a war between the two families. So will she protect herself? Or the people she loves? How can she do both?

He was consumed by hate, while love ripped through me like a storm. We were like two thorns, trapped in a prickly embrace with no escape. We exchanged vows soaked in blood, sealed with a brutal kiss, and bound by bloodied rings, with no happily ever after on the horizon. Marco Costello, my so-called prince, shackled me as his wife, but he was no savior. I used to imagine what our life would have been like if I had said yes all those years ago instead of running away. I'd play Juliette to his brooding Romeo. But fate had a different script for me, casting me as the antagonist, trapped in a cycle of resentment and sadness, like a lost soul wandering through the shadows, unseen and unappreciated. “Till death do us part...” It wasn't a promise of forever, but a sentence to endless torment.