Lawyer Mafiaนวนิยายและเรื่องราวของเว็บ

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.

I tried to destroy him in court...then I woke up naked in his bed. Sienna Cross was a rising star in the legal world until she went against biker king Maddox Kane after she lost the case he didn't only tore her career apart, he ruined her reputation and humiliated. And now she is facing prison... unless she agrees to his deal. Live in his house, obey his rules, and belong to him for three month. What starts as punishment turns into something darker, hotter, and far more dangerous, because the man she once tried to take down is now the one she can’t resist. And he also has no intention of letting her go.

When a mafia boss who wields power behind the scenes of society’s elite meets the wife of his wealthiest client, desire becomes a dangerous game. Every glance, every word, threatens to unravel the empire he’s meticulously built, and resisting her seems impossible. He has rules, lines he will never cross — but she awakens something he thought was long buried: longing, obsession, and an all-consuming temptation. She is intelligent, graceful, and untouchable… yet somehow, she disrupts everything he stands for. Protecting her while maintaining his control over his empire becomes a tightrope walk, and every careful step risks betrayal. As he fights the desire that could ruin him, secrets begin to unravel, loyalties are tested, and the line between right and wrong blurs. Every choice has consequences, and in this world of power, money, and obsession, one misstep could destroy them all. Dark, forbidden, and irresistible, The Client’s Wife: A Treason of Touch is a story of love that comes at a cost — a love that tempts, betrays, and ultimately destroys.

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?

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.