A Deadly Affair Book Novels & Stories

“Oh, sweetheart, I can handle you. Question is, can you handle me?” “Enough.” Damien’s voice cut through the air like a blade, and Kade backed off, still smirking. Damien’s eyes flicked between us, his expression unreadable but his posture rigid. “This isn’t a game, Aria. Someone wants you dead. You don’t get to flirt your way out of that.”

In an instant, the light shriek and strkle all back and forth to a collapse fragment! A/N: Book 1 of Dangerous Affection is finish! Thanks to the God; to my subscribers; and to all my followers. Especially those who adds the story to their library. My warmest thanks!

"There’s a service tunnel through the boiler room. It leads to the subway vents on 4th Street. I’m going to give you the key to these cuffs, but listen to me, Leila. You leave this city. You change your name. You go to some flyover state and you start a fucking new life. And for the love of God, stop being a maniac." Leila let out a laugh that was pure, beautiful madness, the sound echoing off the concrete walls. "Oh, Derek. You’ve always been attracted to maniacs. You love the chaos. You love the fact that you're about to fuck a murderer in the middle of a police station. Don't you, baby?" The honesty of it hit me like a physical blow. I growled and kissed her furiously. I bit down on her b

And just like that… DEADLY GAME: SEDUCING THE RUTHLESS MAFIA LORD has come to an end. 🥹❤️ I honestly don't even know what to say because this story has been such a journey. Thank you so much to everyone who stayed with this story from the beginning, especially those who kept reading even when the updates were slow, the plot got crazy, or you were probably screaming at your screen because of something one of these characters did. 😂❤️

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

“Exhibit C: Deliberate endangerment and malicious intent. This woman is more than just a schemer; she’s a cold-blooded liar. As Jason’s primary physician, she’s been stalling his treatment, letting his condition worsen. She’s even denied him a spot for a kidney donor, making us watch helplessly as he suffers! “She just wants my son gone, so she can steal my husband and live her fantasy as his ‘official’ wife. Isn’t that attempted murder?” Emily’s eyes flashed with rage, her face twisted with anger. “So, Anna, are you ready to admit what you’ve done?”

TRIGGER WARNING [MENTIONS OF DEATH] —GIANNA— I'm sick. I know that. Whatever disease I've got I have no clue, but being sick in the head would certainly explain why I’m putting on my makeup while my shitty boyfriend's corpse lies on top of his mistress's dead body. The smell of blood filled my one-room apartment, their clothes scattered all over the bedroom, and my gun was neatly arranged in his hands, artfully staging the scene while I finished my makeup.

The once joyous ceremony had morphed into a scene of unimaginable horror. "Ra - fael!" Hazel's lips trembled as she knelt beside him, her hands stained with the evidence of the tragedy. In her desperate attempt to comprehend the nightmare unfolding, she looked around and realized the brutality extended beyond Rafael. The priest, the congregation — everyone laid on the floor, victims of a senseless act of violence. Her white dress now echoed the crimson tragedy that had unfolded. The sacred space had become a blood-soaked tableau of despair. As Hazel clung to Rafael's motionless form, tears streamed down her face, merging with the blood that stained her trembling hands.

I drowned in her, even without her near me. I tried therapy, if you can believe it. Me. A Capo sitting in a room talking about “letting go.” But nothing cured it. Nothing burned her out of me. So when Alessandro’s debts mounted, I let them. I could’ve saved him. Instead, I sharpened the knife and waited for him to fall. Because when he did, I’d finally get her. And now she thought she could run? My phone buzzed, dragging me back. Marco’s voice was sharp this time. “She’s heading to New Jersey. With her friend Ruby. I’m sending coordinates. Some of our men already have eyes on the car.”

That's the power he holds. It isn’t just a file—it’s leverage, blackmail, and control bound into one. it contains the darkest dealings of high-ranking men, the kind of secrets that could topple governments and dismantle dynasties. For years, we’ve tried to get our hands on it, but Marco’s father was a ghost in his own right. It was as if he had poured his very soul into encrypting that file. Untouchable. Unbreakable. But now he’s dead. And with his death, the last shield over that file has cracked. This is our chance to claim it. The Omertà File is the only weapon the Maranos still cling to, because their empire has been crumbling ever since their father’s death.