Aot Marco

After my parents were killed in a territory war, I was taken in by Don Moretti, head of New York's most powerful crime family. I was the only civilian in a world of made men. For twenty years, I was raised alongside his twin heirs, Marco and Santino. Their protection and favor made me the envy of every aspiring mob wife in the city. But when I was finally ready to become a real part of the family, they both turned me down. Marco said, "I need to focus on expanding our territory first. I'm not ready for this kind of commitment." Santino said, "An outsider can't be trusted with family secrets." The next night, at my birthday celebration, they both proposed to the daughter of a low-level enforcer. To prove their loyalty to her, they let her force me to drink "The Don's Fire"—a 150-proof grappa laced with ghost peppers that would hospitalize anyone who wasn't raised on it since childhood. Broken in body and spirit, I made a call from my hospital bed. "I accept the proposal from the Luciano Syndicate."

I was barely a young girl when I was sent to him to be trained as an assassin. Marco didn't just turn me into a ruthless killer-he made me a woman. I was his protégé. He was my Master - of my mind, body, and soul. But I wanted more. I wanted to be HIS WOMAN. And how long was he going to deny me?

In the third year of our marriage, I suddenly received a wedding invitation from my own husband, with the bride being my cousin, Lina. Following the address on the invitation, I flew to America. However, the moment I arrived, I saw my husband, Marco, the youngest Don in Italy, wrapping his arm around Lina as they toasted together. Fireworks burst across the sky, forming both of their names. Inside the chapel, his men laughed and joked. “In Italy, he married Aurora, and in America, he'll marry Lina. The Don really gets the best of both worlds!” “But didn’t he say he didn’t feel anything for Lina?” Marco’s deep voice cut through the noise. “I really didn’t, at first. To me, she was just a kid, but she pursued me for years. She never cared how cold I was, and she even stayed by my side for the two years I was paralyzed, taking care of me. Even if my heart were made of stone, I couldn’t stay unmoved forever.” The two years he was paralyzed… So during those years, while I was out in the desert, eating sand and sleeping under the open sky, fighting exhaustion just to gather rare medicinal extracts to treat his injured spine, my husband had begun his romance with my cousin. I wiped my tears, pulled out the divorce papers Marco had signed when he first got hurt, and added my own signature. If devotion can’t compare to someone simply staying by his side, I don’t need a man who can betray me so easily.

Valeria Romano was nineteen when her father was murdered. For five years she trained, sacrificed and bled ... building her entire life around one name. Lorenzo De Luca. The mafia king she believed gave the order. When she finally gets her shot at him, he doesn't run. He sits her down and shows her a photograph. The man responsible for her father's death was never Lorenzo. It was her uncle Marco. The man who handed her the wrong name the morning after the murder and watched her chase the wrong target for five years while he rebuilt his empire on her father's grave. Lorenzo proposes a contract marriage ... a strategic alliance that puts them both inside striking distance of Marco before he buries the truth permanently. Valeria agrees. Not because she trusts him. Because Marco Romano just became her real target. What follows is a race against a closing window. Spies inside the estate. A bought witness. A dead man who turns out to be very much alive. Two people who came together as enemies slowly building something neither of them has a name for. And a summit where Valeria must stand before the five ruling families with five years of truth ... and finally make it count. Marco goes to a cell. The war ends. But war leaves marks. The real question driving this story is never whether Valeria can destroy the man who killed her father. It is whether she can survive who she became in the process ... and whether the man she married to win a war is the same man worth staying for when it is over. Some revenge stories end with justice. This one is just getting started.

Lila Montgomery ran from her past straight into a lie. The city gave her polish, power, and a perfect fiancé. Then her father died—and the outlaw empire she abandoned called her home. Waiting at the center of it is Jacob North. Her brother’s enforcer. Her father’s blade. The man who’s loved her in silence for years and looks at her like she’s already his favorite sin. Jacob is danger wrapped in devotion. Every glance dares her to fall. Every touch promises ruin. But there’s another choice. Marco Moore, the family’s calm, brilliant lawyer, offers her something Jacob never can—safety without fire, love without blood. With Marco, she could walk away clean. With Jacob, she burns. When her fiancé’s betrayal detonates and enemies close in, Lila is forced to choose between the man who would destroy the world for her… and the man who could save her from it. Two men. One crown. And a desire that refuses to be tamed.

Can a regular girl ever marry a real life prince? Prince Marco: Royal life can be a royal pain, and Marco needs a break. A secret identity, just for a few weeks. A relaxing vacation in America, where nobody knows who he really is. Not even the girl he hires to be his personal assistant, Sabrina. But when Sabrina turns out to be the best part of his vacation, he finds it harder and harder to keep his secret from her… Sabrina Wise: Sabrina never imagined that any job could lead to paparazzi encounters and surprise trips to Hawaii. Who could have thought that her boss would turn out to be as charming as he was handsome? But, behind their sizzling sexual tension, she can’t help but think there’s something more to Marco. Who is this gorgeous man she’s taking orders from, and why is he keeping so much hidden away? If she’s willing to risk everything to find out, she might end up in her own Cinderella fairy-tale ending… What happens when Mr. Right turns out to be Prince Charming?

I'm the so-called 'Lady of Glory'—yeah, that girl from the Archbishop's prophecy. They said I'd bring endless glory to whatever Family I married into. But at our engagement party, my fiancé—Marco Falcone—swaggered onstage holding hands with his pregnant stripper girlfriend. Then he grabbed my wrist, dragged me forward, and made me kiss her hand. "Lola's the only woman I'll ever call my wife," he said with a smug little grin. "If you still want this marriage, your De Luca money better support her and the baby." I slapped him. Ripped the contract in half. Let it snow confetti. "Please. I can marry someone a hundred times better." Right when I was about to torch the entire Falcone Family, someone stepped out of the shadows. Marco's older brother, Dante Falcone. The one who'd been injured, underestimated, and pushed aside. He locked eyes with me, totally unfazed. "Signorina De Luca, do your words still stand?"

THE CAPO'S DEADLY BRIDE : SHH... I TAME REAL MEN. Delilah Flynn is an orphan living in Ashwood City with her aunt. She has a gorgeous face and that curvy body that no man could resist. She is true beauty! At day, Delilah works as a coffee shop owner, but at night, she is the sexy pole dancer who steals the spotlight. She does not just ignite the desires in men, she tame them and bend them to her will. Suddenly, she is trapped in a web, where she is forced to get married to a dangerous man in the Cosa Nostra's organisation, Marco Donato. Her in-laws believed that she was the perfect, holy, submissive wife for Marco Donato, but no, she is not. She is the one who drags him by his tie, licks his ear lobe, and whispers, "Shh... I tame real men." [Warning: This book contains graphic violence, dark content, explicit scenes, rape (not between ML and FL), explicit language, and mature themes. It may be triggering for some readers due to scenes of violence, coercion, and emotional distress.] Author: @Royalmary23

“... Your daughter just fell off the stairs and she's in a terrible state." With just one call, Elara's seemingly perfect life tumbles. Drowning in endless debts and her daughter on the brink of death, she tosses her morality aside and takes the job of a bartender in a notorious club, 'Sinful Saint'. Dressed sexy to entice the predators in Sinful Saint, she is attacked by mobs, only to get saved by a gangster biker. He turns out to be the Don Marco Conti, the son of her family's arch-enemy, and the shadow she dreads. After their reckless one-night stand three years ago, she fled home with a fake identity just to keep her child safe. Now, he's back to claim her; his property, and he'll go to any length to own her. Marco isn't the type of man she should have around her baby. But armed with money and an irresistible aura, can she fight her fate? How long can she keep his child a secret? P.S: This is a dark gritty book suitable for +18 audience ONLY. Contains hardcore sex, violence, themes of abuse.

Cada Nochebuena, en la familia Marco se celebra una tradición absurda y cruel. Adrián Marco, heredero de la mafia, debe sacar un papel al azar para decidir si puede casarse conmigo. Porque yo no soy una de ellos. Porque no nací en la mafia. Si no aparece mi nombre, no hay boda. Durante cuatro años, Adrián sacó cuatro veces. Cuatro veces en las que mi nombre nunca apareció. Yo creí que luchaba por mí. Que estaba dispuesto a perder su lugar como Don con tal de elegirme. Cada fracaso venía acompañado de un abrazo. —Está bien —me decía al oído—. Siempre habrá un próximo año. Y yo esperé. Esperé tanto que dolía. Este año me prometí algo distinto: si mi nombre no salía… lo cambiaría yo misma. Pero entonces escuché la verdad, detrás de la puerta de su estudio. —Don… siempre sacas el nombre de Irene. ¿Por qué finges que no? ¿Aún no puedes soltar a Sera? Adrián no se detuvo. No dudó. —Sera me necesita. Haz lo de siempre. Cambia su nombre por uno en blanco. Cuando entré, el papel con mi nombre seguía sobre la mesa. El vacío, en la basura. Lo tomé. Y fui yo quien hizo el intercambio. Vi mi nombre caer en el fondo del cesto. Adrián Marco… ya no quiero esperar. Ni casarme contigo. Esta vez, tu elección será real.