Protective Mafia Web Novels & Hate to Love Stories

I never planned to marry him. Especially not a man like him. The arrogant, ruthless Mafia Lord who owns half the city and destroys anyone foolish enough to cross him. But when my family’s lives were threatened, I had no choice but to become his bride. Not for love. Not willingly. But to survive. Now I’m trapped in his deadly world, a world where guns are treated like toys, blood stains every secret, and danger hides behind every smile. And at the center of it all is him. Cold. Possessive. Merciless. A man whose touch burns hotter than fire and whose enemies never live long enough to beg for mercy. He swears I belong to him now. That I’ll never escape. That every part of me is his to claim. But the more I fight him, the more dangerous our attraction becomes. Every kiss feels like war. Every touch pulls me deeper into his darkness. Yet I’m hiding secrets of my own. Secrets powerful enough to destroy his empire from the inside out. And when the truth finally comes to light, the man who vowed to protect me may become the one who ruins me. This marriage was supposed to save my life. Instead, it may be the very thing that kills me.

He took her in the dead of night. Her father owed a debt he could never repay so Dante Ferrara took something far more valuable than money. He took HER. Serena Vance. Sheltered. Untouched. Ripped from her bed and locked inside his world with no way out. She wept. She fought. She begged. He didn't care. She would wear his ring. Carry his name. Warm his bed. And when he was done using her to destroy her father, she would have no one left to run to but him. That was the plan. He never planned to WANT her. He never planned for her to crawl beneath his skin and take root there, twisting herself around the blackest parts of him until he couldn't tell where his darkness ended and his need for her began. She was supposed to be his weapon. She became his only weakness. And in his world, weaknesses get people killed. *Dark. Addictive. Utterly consuming. For readers who love morally grey heroes, forced proximity, and an enemies-to-lovers slow burn that sets the page on fire.*

~ SORA HELL MORGATHOR ~ Since my appointment to the throne, my cousin on paper has fully embraced the role of archnemesis, dedicating every breath to my downfall. He is a walking tantrum in a tailored suit, still crying about a crown that was never going to fit his head anyway. My life wasn’t perfect, but ever since I was adopted into the Hell Morgathor family, staying alive has become a full-time hobby, mostly because every move I make is now at the mercy of men who treat human lives like disposable currency. It’s nice to know I’ve brought the city together; apparently, having me in charge is the only thing everyone can agree is a terrible idea. My cousin on paper views me as the ultimate gatekeeper, Largely thanks to the fact that I have the audacity to keep breathing while he wants my chair, treating my pulse like a personal insult to his resume. ☠️☠️☠️☠️ ~A-JUN HELL MORGATHOR ~ All I want is my family to stop being a shadow. A woman carries the family name, whereas my father is subjected to being the underboss. As if things aren’t bad enough, an adopted female child is coded to be the next Don, and she had the guts to accept the offer. I was fully prepared to end her life, but I was suddenly struck by lightning, or maybe it was just her impeccable skincare routine, and I decided to let it slide, distracted by her face and forgot why I was even holding a weapon. I'm currently temporarily blinded by her sheer audacity to be that gorgeous while I’m trying to work. But until when will I be distracted?

"Eighteen point eight centimeters," I said, pushing my oversized tortoiseshell glasses up the bridge of my nose. "According to your anatomical data, that is the estimated length of your private parts, Matteo. I can get results without entering a laboratory." The soaking wet, shirtless, and absolutely furious mafia boss standing before me was rendered utterly speechless for the first time in his life! Nova was a genius cybersecurity programmer who suffered from social anxiety, despised human touch, and perceived the world solely through mathematical formulas.Her only dream during her vacation in Crete was to lie down and sleep on the calm waters inside her pink strawberry inflatable tube. However, the sea surface currents had drafted a fatal algorithm for her. Drifted out into the open sea, Nova found herself aboard the luxury yacht of Matteo—a mafia boss notorious for his cruelty in international waters, possessing a V-taper physique that was illegally flawless. Was she to hold the hand of this ruthless man to avoid drowning, or become shark bait? This was exactly how one became the fake wife of a billionaire mafia leader!

Violet Greco just wanted her father to see her,Instead he sold her. So she did what she always does, she made plan. Aleksei Carmene accepted the arrangement to get his father off his back. The Greco daughter was a business decision. A name on a contract and nothing more. Two rival families. One political marriage arranged to end a war neither family started, She walks in with poison in her bouquet and an exit strategy. He walks in with a contract. Neither of them planned on the other being exactly what they needed.

Elena Vance has spent five years being quiet. Quiet in her spotless kitchen, quiet under her husband’s fists, quiet when the world around her forgot she existed. Mark Vance has taken her savings, her friends, and her freedom. Then he loses $250,000 to the Ironhead Cartel. When Jax Mercer walks into their home, he doesn’t ask for the money. He takes what Mark loves most: his car, his watch, and his wife. And Mark lets him. Jax is the cold, calculating king of a criminal empire, a man who has never needed to raise his voice. He holds Elena as collateral, and he has no intention of being kind. But when he sees the bruises Mark left on her skin, something in him turns to ice. He doesn’t touch broken things. He doesn’t clean up another man’s mess. And he doesn’t share what belongs to him. Locked inside Jax’s compound, Elena is terrified, trapped, and sure she is about to be destroyed. Instead, she is handed a dangerous job: help Jax find a traitor hiding in his own house. It is the one thing she is good at, and the first time in years that anyone has needed her. But Jax is a man who trades in power, not mercy. Every day under his roof pulls Elena deeper into his world, and every night makes it harder for her to tell whether she’s his captive, his weapon, or something far more dangerous to them both. As rival cartels circle, Mark returns to claim what he sold, and the line between ownership and obsession begins to burn, Jax will have to choose: let go of his collateral, or burn down everything he’s built to keep her safe.

Her wedding day was supposed to end a blood feud. Instead, her groom was murdered before her eyes. Then the most feared Mafia King walked through the church doors and offered her a choice: Marry him, or watch her family die.