First-Person POV Mafia 웹소설 & Lawyer 스토리

A ruthless mafia boss crosses paths with an ambitious, by-the-book defense attorney. She wants nothing to do with crime—he wants everything that threatens to ruin her carefully controlled world. But when a case forces them together, desire collides with danger, and neither of them can walk away clean.

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?

As a lawyer myself, I never knew that facing what any of my clients would face, will be so tough. I was blamed a murderer of my own husband all evidence against me. And that was how my life began. I was forced to get help from my biggest enemy, Mateo. The mafia I planned on ruining myself to make my yearly achievement. The story turned into a desperation between love, duty, and survival. Which one will I chose?

Working in the Sex Industry isn't always what it's cut out to be. Some find love, like to cause chaos and others just simply try to get away with murder. = Six lives, one book and an endless rollercoaster of fun! = --- Amar lowers our hands, removing the gun from my grasp and he waits for Vanko to re-enter the room, passing him the murder weapon to dispose of. I feel Amar turn away from me and I turn to face him, wrapping my hand around his arm. When he comes to a halt and looks down at my hand, "What now?" I ask him. "You are free to leave." He says as he elevates his gaze to mine, staring me directly in the eyes.

I had a one-night stand with the man who destroyed my brother’s life. Unknown to me, he’s the man I’m supposed to be investigating… Now, I’m carrying his child—and he’s the only thing keeping me alive. Jenny Havans neatly controlled lifestyle all changed the night she had a reckless encounter with a man she didn’t know would spark a desire she couldn’t resist… and unknowingly, tie her to the man who was behind the destruction of everything she's ever loved. Adrian Red… he's a well known, respected business man to everyone else. But a scheming mafia boss behind closed curtains. Adrian offers her a choice… The Contract. And as their forced proximity gradually turned their hatred into a forbidden desire, Jenny later uncovers the most heartbreaking truth of all… that one night wasn't just a random encounter. But she was collateral. Years ago, her father used her as collateral to get a loan, and if he couldn't repay… she would be taken. Adrian didn't just stumble into her life—he bought her. Now, stuck between her mission for vengeance and a craving she can’t escape… Jenny is pregnant with the heir to an empire she once swore to ruin.

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.