Máfia

Elliot Carter never loses. Not to his father. Not to anyone. And definitely not to the infuriating 'golden' boy who suddenly moves into his house. When Elliot’s father marries Asher Brooks’ mother, his already broken world cracks even more. Asher is everything he despises—calm, disciplined, admired by everyone at university. The kind of guy who smiles like he has nothing to prove. From the moment they meet, it’s war. Elliot thrives on pushing buttons. Asher refuses to be provoked. Their fights are sharp, personal, and relentless, until one night, anger turns physical… and something far more dangerous ignites between them. A line is crossed that neither of them can uncross. Asher refuses to feel guilty. Elliot refuses to admit he wanted it. Now they’re trapped under the same roof, and the more they try to hate each other, the more dangerous the attraction becomes. Because this isn’t just rivalry. It’s obsession. And when control becomes the weapon of choice, someone is bound to break. The only question is... Who will break first?

Sofia spends her life dreaming of true love, born into a family with ties to the Italian mafia, she has always found herself caught up in her father's expectations! Isabella's life is turned upside down when her father forces her into a marriage with the new Don, Petros Sorelli A cruel and cold man who doesn't believe in love.

After a flawless shutout in his first NHL game, rookie goalie Brooks Rhys sends one explicit submission video to his anonymous Dom “Sir” only for Chicago Thunder captain Callan Lachlan to storm into his hotel room holding the proof. “Be my personal stress relief all season,” Callan growls, “or I’ll end your career tonight.” What begins as raw, filthy blackmail filled with locker-room commands, gear still on, and total surrender quickly becomes an obsession neither man can control.

Marco Falcone is the new boss of the Camorra mafia, raised his entire life to take this position, with his training beginning early. He endured the worst atrocities and committed many monstrosities, earning the reputation as the Demon of the Camorra. When a union agreement with the Cosa Nostra is rejected, and they decide to give the Don’s daughter in marriage to a rival mafia, Marco makes a decision. Angela Mancini never had the life she dreamed of; she was shaped and taught how to behave, how to be the perfect mafia wife. She knew it was only a matter of time before her father pushed her into an arranged marriage. But she never imagined she would be kidnapped on her big day by the Camorra boss himself, the most feared and ruthless man in the mafia. He didn’t expect the innocent and virginal princess to drive him wild with attraction. Meanwhile, she is willing to do anything to avoid being destroyed by his monstrous nature. But how could they escape their own hearts?

Chloe Sue never imagined na ang mapapangasawa niya ay isang lalaking parang yelo na sa lamig, silent and emotionally distant. And Yohan Benjamin never thought that this girl, who was supposed to be just part of a family arrangement, would slowly start breaking down the walls he had spent his whole life building. Nang unang nakita ni Chloe si Yohan, nasa loob siya ng isang eleganteng hall, sun-kissed ang kutis nito. 'Yung mga mata niya, those deep almond eyes, parang may misteryong hindi mo agad mabasa. Tipong kahit sinong lalaki, mahuhulog. Kaya hindi nakapagtataka na halos mapanganga ang buong pamilya Benjamin. Pero si Yohan? Walang reaksyon. Nakatungo lang siya sa maayos niyang military uniform, seryoso ang mukha, at tila ba walang kahit anong nararamdaman. Kung ibang babae siguro, matatakot. Pero si Chloe, curious lang. They're bound by a decades-old debt between their families, at ngayong malapit nang ipadala si Yohan sa battlefield, kung saan walang kasiguraduhan kung makakabalik pa siya, the elders from both families started pushing. Wala nang oras at kailangan na raw nilang magpakasal. Not because they loved each other, but because it was their duty.

CAUTION: This has MATURE CONTENT. Read only if comfortable with genres like this. 18+. Evan Hart's heart aches as he watches the man he secretly loves suffer from the disappearance of his fiancée who is also his older brother. It's even more painful because Evan knows the truth—His elder brother wasn't kidnapped; he ran off with someone else, abandoning everything. Unable to bear the sight of Nathan Collins, the man he loves, falling apart, Evan makes a desperate and unthinkable decision: to become a substitute for his brother. What starts as an attempt to be close to Nathan quickly spirals into a tangled web of passion, possessiveness, and deception.

~ ALISTAIR ~ I hate him. There’s no point in admiring what you can’t be. I hate his sharp tongue, his smug smirk, the way he looks at me like he already knows how this ends. I don’t like men. Calvin Rutledge is a problem. A problem I can’t ignore. A problem that’s in my face, under my skin, unraveling me one smirk at a time. But the worst part? I want him. And he knows it. Now, every glance burns, every touch lingers, and every fight makes me crave the one thing I swore I’d never want—him. A man. A know-it-all who plays by his own rules. I was never supposed to want him. And yet, here I am… falling. __ ~ CALVIN ~ I know his type. Rich. Arrogant. A cocky football star who thinks the world revolves around him. Alistair Morano is all that—and more. My sworn enemy. My reluctant project partner. My ‘boss’. He thinks I’m just another nerd he can push around. Cute. But here’s the thing—he’s the one being played. By the time he realizes I’m the one pulling the strings, it’ll be too late. Because he’ll be mine. Mine to tease. Mine to break. Mine to ruin. And when he finally falls? I’ll be right there, waiting to catch him, just to break him all over again.

No meu aniversário, um dos subordinados do meu marido se inclinou para perto dele e sussurrou em russo: — Sasha preparou uma surpresa para você esta noite. Meu marido sorriu para mim enquanto terminava de cortar meu bolo. Então, no mesmo idioma, respondeu: — Ela tem vários truques na cama. Vou vê-la mais tarde. — Só não deixe a Madame descobrir, ou receio que eu seja expulso. Todos ao redor riram e garantiram que manteriam segredo. Nenhum deles sabia que eu era fluente em vários idiomas desde criança. O que eles também não sabiam era que eu havia encontrado o celular escondido que ele mantinha na gaveta falsa, onde estavam salvos todos os vídeos imundos dele com Sasha. Eu não o confrontei. Em vez disso, contatei algumas conexões que ainda tinha em Vegas e pedi que preparassem uma nova identidade para mim. Em três dias, Claire Vega não existiria mais, e ele nunca mais me teria novamente.

Eu era apenas uma garota das favelas que se apaixonou por Damon Vitale, o Chefão mais temido de Nova York. Por cinco anos, eu dediquei minha vida a ele e cheguei a levar nove tiros para protegê-lo. Ele beijava minhas cicatrizes enquanto eu sangrava, me segurava apertado e me fazia pensar que eu era a sua verdadeira rainha. Então, quando eu me recuperava, ele me fodia com uma paixão tão intensa que chegava a perder os sentidos. Eu achava que ficaríamos juntos. Eu achava que iríamos nos casar. Mas, na nossa 999ª noite, ele me disse que estava noivo. Sua noiva era a princesinha da família rival, Bianca. Eu queria chorar e ele apenas segurou meu queixo, soprou fumaça na minha cara e disse, em meio a risos: — Você achou mesmo que ia se casar comigo, Nora? Vou deixar isso bem claro. A gente transa. Só isso. Você não é minha parceira. É tipo uma obra de arte que eu coleciono ou uma pet da qual sou dono. Uma pet. Era só isso que ele queria de mim. Em vez disso, fiz uma ligação de um telefone criptografado. [Eu aceito sua oferta. Três dias. Me tire de Nova York.]

Fazia três meses que eu estava saindo com um cara chamado "Rex". Um completo estranho que eu só conhecia online. Estávamos no auge daquilo, naquela fase de lua de mel em que, todas as noites, meu celular explodia com mensagens que faziam meu pulso disparar. [Rex: Sinto sua falta, querida.] [Rex: Sonhei com você de novo ontem à noite. Você estava por cima de mim, implorando por isso.] Eu estava prestes a sugerir que finalmente nos encontrássemos. Mas então ele me enviou uma foto, um clique casual da sua mesa, e eu vi algo familiar: o brasão da família criminosa Falcone. E eu trabalho para uma empresa que pertence aos Falcones. Por três meses, eu estive trocando mensagens picantes com um homem perigoso, um membro oficial da máfia, que poderia estar bem debaixo do meu nariz. E justamente quando eu tentava descobrir quem ele era, eu as vi. As abotoaduras personalizadas de ônix preto que eu escolhera para o "Rex"... nos pulsos do meu chefe, Marco.