Drama Mafia Web Novels & Possessive Forbidden Love Stories

“BLOOD, LUST & CARTELS”
Love was the least dangerous thing she walked into. Rose Daniel thought the worst betrayal was being cheated on until she discovered her boyfriend in bed with his own mother. Shattered and disgusted, she tries to cut ties with Vicenzo, only to fall into the arms of his mysterious rival, Luther Lombardi. But Rose has no idea that she’s caught between two powerful cartel lords locked in a deadly feud. In a world where love is dangerous, loyalty is deadly, and trust is the biggest gamble of can Rose survive the war she's been thrown into?

"You are my wife in name, my captive in private, and my possession in bed. Do not expect my respect, Elena, and never expect my love." ​To save my younger brother from a death sentence, I had to sell myself to the devil. And in this city, the devil wears a bespoke Italian suit, carries a blood-stained gun, and goes by the name Dante Alighieri. ​He is the ruthless, cold-blooded Don of the Outfit—the exact man who brutally dismantled my family’s empire. When my father fled the country, he left behind a trail of blood and millions in unpaid debt. Dante offered a single, terrifying way out: a contract. To clear the debt and keep my brother alive, I have to become his wife. ​Our wedding night wasn’t a fairy tale; it was a declaration of war. Dante wants to punish me for my father's sins. He wants to break my pride. ​But he underestimated me. I may be trapped in his gilded cage, but I am no fragile mafia princess. I refuse to bow. ​The problem is the terrifying, electric chemistry between us. Behind closed doors, our furious arguments turn into breathless, explicit encounters that blur the line between hatred and obsession. His touch is a punishment, but my body betrays me every single time he pins me to the mattress. ​I’m playing a dangerous game, trying to survive the monster in my bed without losing my heart. But when a rival faction puts a target on my back, the ruthless villain flips a switch. Suddenly, he is tearing the city apart to find me, proving that he will brutally destroy anyone who dares to touch what belongs to him. ​He bought my body for revenge. But he will burn the world to keep it.

Layla is standing too close to him. She knows it the moment she stops moving, when the space between them shifts from accidental to deliberate. Luca doesn’t step back. He never does. He only looks down at her, dark eyes steady and unreadable, as if he’s been waiting to see whether she’d do exactly this. “You’re doing it again,” he says quietly. “Doing what?” Her voice gives her away—soft, breathless. “Standing where you shouldn’t.” His gaze drops briefly to her mouth. “And pretending you don’t know.” Heat coils low in her stomach. “Maybe I don’t care.” That gets his attention. Something sharp flickers across his expression—control tightening. He reaches out slowly, giving her time to pull away. She doesn’t. His fingers hook lightly under her chin, tilting her face up. The touch is barely there, but it steals her breath all the same. “Careful,” he murmurs. “That’s not something you say to men like me.” “Why?” she whispers. “Because you might misunderstand?” His thumb traces her jaw, deliberate. “No,” he says. “Because I won’t.” His hand stays there, steady, grounding. She feels the restraint in him now—the effort it takes not to close the distance completely. “There are lines I don’t cross lightly,” Luca says. “And once I do, Layla, I don’t step back.” She swallows. “Then why are you still here?” He leans in just enough that his breath ghosts her skin. “Because you haven’t asked me to.”

"You'll be dead within a year," her uncle said, signing her life away with a stroke of his pen. "But at least you'll finally be useful." Ivy Rowan had always been invisible. Starved, beaten, and silenced by the family that stole her inheritance. When her uncle's debts catch up to him, she becomes the payment. He sold her to Dorian Vale, the billionaire mafia lord cursed to bury every woman he marries. Twelve brides. Twelve graves. All within a year. Dorian doesn't expect his thirteenth bride to last any longer. She's fragile, flinches at every sound. Her weakness annoys him. She never fights back and barely speaks. But then he notices something strange. She doesn't fear him. And that wakes something in him he thought was long dead. It turns out the curse isn't supernatural. It's murder. Someone is killing the brides. And the killer has already chosen their next victim. Dorian has never saved anyone. Ivy has never been worth saving. Will Dorian's cold heart thaw in time to save her? Or will Ivy become the final victim of his curse?