Mga Web Novel na Survival Game at mga Kuwentong Mafia Misunderstanding

Sold to the Devil King I was supposed to become a bride. Instead, I watched my family die. On the night of my engagement, my father's most trusted ally and the man I was about to marry betrayed us. They slaughtered my family, stole our empire, drugged me, and sold me like I was nothing more than merchandise. They thought they had erased the last Moretti. They were wrong. At the underground auction, I was bought by the one man every criminal fears... Dante De Luca, the Devil King. The most ruthless mafia lord in Europe. A man whose name is whispered with terror. He didn't make me his mistress. He made me his maid. Now I serve the man everyone calls a monster while secretly searching for the truth behind my family's massacre. Every clue I uncover leads to another lie. Every ally hides a secret. Every step toward revenge brings me closer to a conspiracy far bigger than I ever imagined. The last thing I expected was the Devil himself becoming the only person standing between me and death. But in a world where loyalty is bought with blood and love is the deadliest weakness of all, trusting him may cost me everything... including my revenge. Because if the Devil discovers who I really am, will he help me reclaim my stolen crown... ...or will he be the one to deliver me to the enemies who have been waiting to finish what they started?

Nico tightened the belt around my neck, leaned down, and pressed himself against me, thrusting into my body. The lack of oxygen intensified all my sensations; I gasped for breath, trying to escape. He thrust deeper and harder, pain and pleasure spreading up my spine, a tingling sensation leaving me weak and collapsing onto the bed. "Can you feel it, my baby?" Another heavy blow, his hand slapping mercilessly against my forced, upturned buttocks. "This is my declaration of ownership over your body." I closed my eyes, enduring his continued penetration, sharp pleasure erupting from that point that threatened to utterly break me. He moved closer, his fingers wiping away the tears on my face. "Your body, your soul, belong to me." Three days after my boyfriend Nikolai disappeared, my life completely collapsed. When I saw him again, I wasn't greeted by the usual warm embrace; Nico Moretti saw me as the murderer of his twin brother. But the punishment I silently endured gradually took a turn for the worse. "If you want to hurt her, then step over my dead body." "Nico, I'm pregnant."

Valentina Moretti is the Don the Italian Mafia. Smart and formidable, surviving a male dominated environment, overcoming tremendous challenges. Trained from a young age to be a deadly assassin, she commands respect wherever she goes. She seemingly has everything, until her father decides to arrange her marriage. Luca Delgado is the head of the American Mafia. He is a ruthless and cold individual. He understands the rules of the game perfectly and will do anything to achieve victory, including breaking others without hesitation. Their forced marriage is a cruel twist of fate. Will these two ruthless individuals find comfort in one another, or will they end up destroying each other? "I don’t remember agreeing to play strip poker," she remarked. Her lips formed a slight frown, but her eyes sparkled with playfulness. She realized she couldn't outmatch me in this game. "Are you giving up? Are you a coward? " I taunted, aiming to provoke her. Her lips quivered before she pressed them firmly together. The richness of her eye color intensified as she offered a sly grin. She began shuffling cards and removed one of her sandals. Great. We’re taking the long route. She held it up, letting it dangle from her finger before casually tossing it aside. She raised an eyebrow at me, clearly challenging me. I was pleased to know I had touched a nerve. Just as I expected. BE AWARE: Trigger warnings: MATURE CONTENT 18+ (SMUT) SWEARING SELF HARM/SUICIDE (REFERENCES) LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM /SUICIDE (REFERENCES) BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE