Adventurous Mafia Web Novels & Lawyer Stories

Elena had left her past behind her to start a law firm of her own. Uknown to her, a business rival had dug up her past dirt and was blackmailing her. That night she met up with Luis Mathew, she'd done something really dreadful. Something she thought no one else saw. As she made her way outside the old deserted house, she was sure she had done what she did to protect herself, little did she know that she'd encounter a more dreadful fate from, "the eyes that watched". Gregory knew he was sick in his dark mind, and as he watched the fragile girl take a life, he knew he'd have her at all cost. They were dark together in hearts. Warning: This book contains sexual encounters, graphic languages and dark happenings that some readers may find inappropriate and so is not suitable for anyone under tha age of 18.

Georgina, a devoted mother to her twins, Luna and Ace, finds herself struggling to balance her new life with her boyfriend, Toby, and the unresolved feelings she has for her ex-husband, Archer, the head of the most famous and dangerous mafia families: the Lancaster Clan. Archer and Georgina were childhood sweethearts who married at a young age and later became parents. Although they had a strong bond and deep love, complications arose after having kids, causing them to grow apart. Finally Georgina asked for a divorce and even though Archer wasn’t in favour of it, he agreed. But that didn’t stop him from being overly possessive of her and hating the guts of any man that laid a finger on her. They separated five years ago, yet they haven't finalized the divorce despite having numerous discussions about it, especially now that she has a boyfriend. While Georgina is determined to move on from her past with Archer, the undeniable chemistry between them makes it challenging to ignore their history. What caused this rift between them? Why did they break up? Will Georgina find the strength to resist Archer's charm and fully embrace her future with Toby? Or will she be drawn back into the magnetic pull of her past love?

A year ago, I lost my best friend, and I lost my way. I was at the top of my game and in a split second, Leah was dead and the two men that I loved more than life itself had betrayed me. I was alone. I was broken. Then, the mob called. And, I answered. It was a bad idea to get involved with the mob, but the longer I worked with Alessio, the harder it was to stay away from him. He was the missing piece that I had been longing for. Too bad he was a murderer, and his family was trying to kill me.

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.