Novel Web Mafia & Cerita CEO First Love First-Person POV

“You’re mad,” I said, staring at him like he had completely lost his mind. A slow smile spread across his face as he stepped closer. “Mad for you.” I almost laughed. “I’m going to get rid of this thing you think you can use to trap me,” I said, my voice calm, steady, and dangerous. “Let’s see how mad for me you are after that.” I turned to leave. “You won’t dare.” That made me stop. Then I smiled. Because he clearly didn’t know me. *** Alexandra Fisher Hale does not lose control. She doesn’t do relationships, she doesn’t do marriage, and she definitely does not do children. To her, emotions are distractions and people are liabilities. Her life is planned, calculated, and completely in her hands… until one moment ruins everything. She faints at her twin brother’s wedding and wakes up to the most ridiculous truth of her life. She’s pregnant. No relationship. No mistake. No explanation. Which begs the question… what is this? The second coming of baby Jesus? Because the last time she checked, that was the only way this made sense. But before she can even figure out how her life turned into a joke, the world already has answers for her. She’s engaged. To a man she hasn’t spoken to in years. A man who is watching her like he has already won. Now her name is everywhere, her reputation is on the line, and every move she makes is being controlled by someone she cannot see yet. But one thing is certain. This is not a coincidence. It’s a trap. And whoever set it… Clearly forgot one thing. Alexandra Fisher Hale does not lose.

Dark Romance Left with no other choice, former heiress Carla Dawson is forced to work as a stripper at Velvet Steam. She never imagined herself falling this low or selling her body to the highest bidder—until his icy fingers touch a place they shouldn't. Carla has always believed pleasure was something beyond her reach. But with Don Angelo, the ruthless mafia boss who owns Velvet Steam, she finds herself craving the forbidden touch of the man she should fear most. But Angelo isn't ready to give in to the feisty little fox. Not yet. First, she must beg. She must show him just how badly she craves his touch. Only then will he claim the tempting little seductress as his exclusive pet. But surviving beside Don Angelo is another matter entirely. With one wrong word, a bullet could greet Carla in the next minute. After all, the mafia Don's heart was shattered by another woman—and Carla is the one paying the price. When Carla discovers something she can never unsee, she realizes there's no escaping Angelo's dangerous world. She has only two choices: stay or stay. For the sake of her sickly brother, Carla will sacrifice anything—even her freedom—to keep him safe. So she remains at Angelo's side, playing the obedient pet while every instinct screams danger. But Carla is hiding a secret. A secret that could destroy everything between them. What will Don Angelo do when he discovers that his favorite pet is actually his greatest nemesis? Forgiving her would make him a sinner. But killing the woman he has come to crave might be the one thing he can never bring himself to do.

"Why did you save me?" Prostitution wasn't exactly the future I'd pictured for myself. But fate landed me in a brothel I couldn't escape, and a life that stripped me of my humanity. Until he came in. The man who looked down at people like they were nothing but dirt and planted bullets in the heads of people for staring at him the wrong way. His name was Killian Morozcov. He came into The brothel and left with me, and no matter how much I pleaded at the time, he refused to tell me why. when he did, though, I wished he hadn't. because killian hadn't meant to save me that night in Vegas...he had come from to save his sister and made the costly mistake of leaving with me instead. our relationship built into something fragile that shouldn't exist and would no doubt, ruin us. especially when we continued to discover how much of it was built on lies. In my experience, I've learnt that you either stab someone in the back or they'll do it to you. Nice people were always the quickest to swing the knife. And Killian Morozcov was by far the nicest man to ever cross paths with me.