First-Person POV Mafia Web Novels & Doctor Contract Marriage Stories

Camila López never imagined her life would end up in the hands of an Italian mafia boss after her career as a doctor in the United States fell apart. Betrayed by her own fiancé and forced back to Mexico, Camila was instead used as a bargaining chip by her family to save their nearly bankrupt company. Then Luca Vitale arrived, the man she had once met in the United States. An Italian with blue eyes, a body covered in tattoos, and a dangerous aura that made every room feel too small whenever he came near. Luca didn't ask for her consent. He just came to take what had already been promised to him. Including Camila. "I'm not yours," Camila whispered, her breath trembling. Luca stared at her for a long moment before slowly pulling her waist until their bodies pressed together. "Then," he said softly, his Italian accent making Camila's knees go weak, "why does your body tremble every time I touch you?" Camila hated him. But he always knew exactly how to break down her defenses. Luca's touch was too hot. His kisses were too intoxicating, and his obsessive gaze slowly made Camila afraid of herself. Because the longer she stayed in Italy, the more she started to enjoy the sin named Luca Vitale. As hatred turned into passion, Camila had to choose run from the Italian mafia or drown in his obsession along with him.

“I agreed to treat him before I knew I was meant to kill him.” Dr. Cecilia Vale is a therapist, who has spent years learning how to fix broken minds, not destroy them. But when a powerful socialite offers her a job that could rebuild her ruined career and drag her out of a life she can barely survive. She accepts without asking too many questions. Her newest patient is Jude Martinez. A man feared by many, understood by none. Cold, and dangerously perceptive, Jude is not the kind of man who trusts easily. Yet, within the quiet walls of their therapy sessions, he begins to reveal fragments of himself that no one else has ever seen. And Cecilia finds herself drawn in, despite every instinct warning her to stay away. Because behind the smiles, deep conversations, and chemistry-filled banter, they exchange, there is a truth she cannot escape. Jude’s wife did not hire her to help him. She hired her to kill him. With a poison that leaves no trace and a contract she cannot break, Cecilia is forced to choose between her survival and her conscience. But as the lines between duty and desire begin to blur, the man she was meant to destroy becomes the one person she cannot bear to lose. And in a world built on power, betrayal, and blood, love is not just dangerous. It is fatal.

Ever since he was born, it was clear to Alan Hedger, an undercover spy, that he desired absolute solitude. As a complete workaholic, he made it abundantly clear to himself, and everyone around him, that there was no room for romantic pursuits in his life. Fully dedicated to his job, he did everything in his power to achieve his goal. That was until it demanded something else of him. Put in an impossible situation, an honourable man like himself was forced to deceitfully seek a young doctor's hand in marriage. Hence met the two. When their paths collided, none of them had foreseen that they would fall in love with each other in the near future. But when they did, their worst nightmare came chasing behind them.

My father sold me to a mafia don by text message. Nine tomorrow morning. My people will come get you. Eight years building a life he couldn't touch, and it was gone by lunch. Fired from the hospital. A car already waiting downstairs to take me to my fiancé. That night I found a man bleeding out in the alley behind my building. I did what a doctor does. I dug the bullet out of his shoulder on my bathroom floor and never asked his name. The next morning my father's men came for me, and I heard myself lie. "I'm married." Then the stranger walked out of my bathroom, put his arm around my waist like the spot had been his for years, and said it for me. "She is my wife." Three months. No interference with my work. No sex. Nothing illegal with my name on it. Those were my terms. He agreed to all four without blinking. I thought I'd married a soldier. My father laughed and called him a nobody. I found out what I'd married when that same father dropped to his knees on my living room floor — and called him Don Valenti.