Finance Romance Web Novels & Mafia Stories

A cruel young man who witnessed the death of his parents at a tender age, Edem Demirai, harbored a simmering rage within him. And then there was Lavigne Kotobe, a girl condemned by the chains of addiction at the tender age of eighteen. When their paths collided, their meeting was nothing short of a collision of tempests, their anger a force of nature. In the midst of their tumultuous encounter, Edem's words cut through the air like a blade against porcelain skin. "I want you, Lavigne," he whispered, his voice laden with both desire and darkness. "First with kindness, then with the gentlest touch. I want to both hurt you and shield you from pain. I want your voice to echo and then fall silent. I want you to revel in pleasure and struggle to understand it. I want to kiss you until your breath escapes you, only to inhale it back again in a desperate gasp. I need you, and I want you to steal the very breath from my lungs." Their collision was inevitable, their connection fraught with danger and desire. As they embarked on their tumultuous journey, they would soon realize that their meeting was just the beginning of a fiery dance between two souls destined to either consume each other or ignite a blaze of passion that would defy the darkness closing in around them.

If these three months pass and I don't shed a single tear because of you, Chris... you will apologize to me and my family at the door of our home in my city, on both knees in our neighborhood! His eyes narrowed and shone intensely, only seconds until he came towards me and I was still leaning on the door, he stood right in front of me and raised my chin with his left hand.. He forced me to stare at him and said coldly: I apologize to you?? you ?! I have heard many jokes in my life..but a funny joke like this..I have never heard of it..this was what our agreement stipulated before I threw myself into his world, but events took another turn that I did not expect..who are you!! Which one of them would you be? What is the nature of your colorful world?! Rather, the most important.. What is my fault in all these intertwining and where fate takes me?

Elena Vance made a fifty-dollar mistake that cost her her freedom. Believing her one-night stand was a high-end escort, she left cash and a mocking note on his pillow, only to walk into a boardroom hours later and realize the man was Adrian Blackwood, the ruthless "Ice King" CEO. Adrian didn't just hold her career in his hands; he held a cocktail napkin marriage license signed in a tequila haze and her father’s $200,000 gambling debt. "You belong to me for six months," he declared, trapping her in a fake marriage to secure a corporate merger. Elena entered the "gilded cage" of Adrian's penthouse expecting a cold, transactional war of wills governed by strict "no-touch" clauses. She remained loyal only to save her father, unaware that he would eventually betray her to their enemies. But the boardroom battles quickly turned lethal. Victor Kane, Adrian’s bitter rival from MIT, obsessed with erasing the Blackwood legacy, sold the company's debt to the Russian Bratva. Suddenly, the fake spouses were forced into a terrifying reality: becoming FBI informants. The "Ice King" melted into a desperate protector, and the graphic designer sharpened into a survivor. Their bond shifted from a business deal to a sacrificial love, forged in the fires of betrayal. But when a mission to plant a bug at a mob wedding ends in a massacre, they realize the FBI is compromised. Stripped of his billions and presumed dead, Adrian stands in the ashes of his empire alongside Elena. A secret brother watches from the shadows, and the Russian mob is closing in. "We have nothing left," Elena whispered, staring into the dark. Adrian gripped her hand, his eyes burning with a new, dangerous resolve. "We have each other. And now, we run."

Five years ago, Aurora lost everything in a single day. Her treacherous fiancé, Adrian Moretti, slept with her half-sister, stole her late mother’s orphanage land, and left her for dead after ordering a hit on her life. Aurora survived the terrifying car crash, but she lost one of her unborn twins in the wreck. To protect her surviving son, Noah, she faked her death and hid in plain sight as a waitress in Milan under the alias Aurora Perez. Her quiet, hidden life shatters the day ruthless Mafia Don Alessandro De Luca buys out her hotel. Five years prior, Aurora had saved a bleeding Alessandro in a cemetery without knowing his true identity, a night that ended in her tragic accident. Alessandro never forgot the fierce, brave woman who saved him, and seeing her alive, he immediately forces her into his inner circle as his personal assistant. Before Aurora can escape his overwhelming, dangerous presence, the past catches up with her. Leonardo Moretti, the man who ordered her murder, walks straight into Alessandro’s office. Caught between a ruthless mafia boss who watches her with dark, possessive hunger and the powerful family that destroyed her life, Aurora can no longer run. Alessandro promises her protection and vengeance, but his world is built on blood and sin. As their explosive attraction ignites into an irresistible, forbidden flame, secrets surface that threaten to tear them apart, including the child Aurora hid from the world, and the true extent of the debt Alessandro owes her.

On their third wedding anniversary, Elena Riva cooked, lit the candles, and waited. The text arrived at midnight, from a number she didn't know: a photo of her husband, Matteo Sartori, fashion's newest billionaire, his arms around a woman younger and prettier. Five years of devotion. Night shifts at eighteen so he could chase his dream, married at twenty in a secondhand dress. In return, a husband who looked at her like a bill he was tired of paying. He came home the next evening with the other woman on his arm, and it was Chiara who slid the divorce papers across the table. "Sign. It's cleaner this way." Elena signed, then drank herself blind and woke alone in a hotel suite: ten bundles of cash, an unnamed business card, no memory of the night. Only a phone number. Two years later, broke, her mother dying for a surgery she can't afford and a child growing under her heart, Elena calls the number. The man who answers is Dante Moretti, her ex-husband's estranged uncle, a name that makes grown men in Milan check the exits. He offers a contract marriage: her mother's surgery, his name for her baby, all bills paid. The gunfire at her own wedding corrects her idea of what she married. Then Elena builds her own fashion house, and it doesn't compete with Sartori. It wins. At the partnership meeting, the woman heading the table smiles with his ex-wife's eyes.