Captive Love From The Mob Boss

Chiara LaRosa's life is turned upside down when she is captured by someone she considers a mysterious and ruthless stranger but Massimo Scallise knows her, even better than she might know herself . Massimo is the son of a notorious Mafia boss. Massimo has been watching Chiara from the shadows for years, waiting for the perfect moment to claim her. Now, he's determined to make her his, no matter the cost. As Chiara becomes entangled in Massimo's dark world, she must confront the secrets of her own past and the true nature of her captor. Will she escape the clutches of the obsessive Massimo, or will she succumb to his twisted desires?

Cannon will always be Cannon, he treat all women as 'ready to throw themselves to him' and never pick girls to f ck when you passed his taste in f cking, and Claudia will never be an exception, a woman who will give a big contribution to beat this one organization who really wants him dead. At siya bilang madre ay hindi niya magiging problema, he just want her to get laid, f cking her will be his way of mocking his foe. A clan who has this traditional of ' marrying your own relatives', and he never expect that planning to get her will be pain in his angry ' little bird'. Will Cannon still stick the idea that she's only a captive and nothing more?

Kinley is an unsuspecting bar lady who is suddenly thrown into a world of violence when she is kidnapped by a dangerous Mafia boss whom her cousin owes money. He swears to hold her until he is paid in full, but somewhere along the line he falls in love with her. Will he be able to make her love him back, or will she teach him a thing or two about true love?

"พี่ริก" นินิวเรียกคนที่เข้ามาในห้องเธอ ฉันอยากจะกรี๊ดและกัดลิ้นตัวเองให้ขาด ฉันลืมไปสนิทว่าริกเป็นคนที่เข้าออกคอนโดของเธอได้อย่างง่ายดาย "ออกไป ถ้าไม่อยากโดนข้อหาบุกรุกห้องคนอื่นในยามวิกาล" นินิวบอกริกมาเสียดังด้วยสีหน้าโกรธจัด ที่ริกเข้าห้องเธออย่างถือวิสะ "ไม่ไป ในเมื่อที่นี่คือห้องเมียฉัน ทำไมฉันต้องออก" ร่างสูงบอกมาด้วยเสียงแข็งด้วยความไม่พอใจ "ห้องฉันไม่ใช่ห้องของยัยโมเน่ เมียคนปัจจุบันของพี่ ถ้าพี่ยังหลงเหลือความเป็นคนอยู่บ้างก็ออกไปจากห้องฉันคะ" แต่ริกกับไม่สนใจคำพูดนินิวเลยซักนิด ร่างสูงเดินเข้ามาหาคนตรงหน้า นินิวที่เห็นเช่นนั้นถึงกับจับที่ชายผ้าขนหนูเอาไว้แน่นขึ้น เพราะคนตรงหน้านั่นดูอันตรายสำหรับเธอ "อย่านะพี่ริก เรื่องของเรามันจบไปแล้ว" นินิวบอกมาด้วยเสียงสั่นเพราะสายตาที่เขามองเธอมามันน่ากลัวมากจริงๆ "ชอบฉันไม่ใช่เหรอ เอาฉันแล้วจะไปอ่อยคนอื่น อีกทำไม ฉันเห็นเต็มสองตาว่าเธอจูบกับไอ้ไทม์"

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

I woke up in a penthouse dressed up for Christmas, having no memory of how I got here. With a stranger sitted beside my hospital bed, his dark eyes watching me like I was something precious he was afraid to lose. He says his name is Damien Cross, my husband. He says we were in an accident two weeks before Christmas, and that I've forgotten everything about our perfect life together. But nothing felt right. The staff won't meet my eyes. My phone had no history. And when I found a journal hidden behind wrapped gifts in my dressing room, the handwriting is mine, but the words were a warning: Do not trust him. Leave before Christmas. You know what he did. Damien surrounded me with holiday magic, kisses under the mistletoe, and planned romantic surprises beneath twinkling lights. He's everything a husband should be: protective, tender, devoted. Yet his love felt like a cage decorated with ribbons and bows. The closer we got to Christmas Eve, the more I remember fragments of another life. Arguments,Fear,Betrayal. One night I tried to run from him in the snow and never made it out. Now I have until Christmas Day to uncover the truth about my past before Damien's version of our love story becomes the only one that matters. Because the man who saved me might be the same man I was trying to escape.

Vampire and Wolf alike lowered their heads in his presence, but I looked him directly in the eyes, not at all intimidated by his beast or strong sex appeal, or so I thought. This is my story of how I tamed a feral beast of a man. But he was the one who changed me. I'm Jade Pinkerton, and this is my story...

"You are mine. And no one can own you except me," Dimitri commanded, his voice cold as ice. "I am not your property," Natasha shot back, her eyes burning with defiance. "You have no right to own me." But in the dark underworld of the mafia, rights don't exist. Only power. Dimitri Volkov is a ruthless Mafia billionaire who controls everything- his empire, his enemies, and now her. When he takes Natasha captive after a violent warehouse massacre, he expects her to break like everyone else. She refuses. She fights. She challenges him in ways that ignite an obsession he can't control. Natasha is trapped in a golden cage, caught between two impossible choices. She came to his world for a reason- to access secrets that could destroy him completely. But as Dimitri's possessive love deepens and his obsession consumes them both, staying becomes harder. Leaving becomes impossible. Some prisons are built with steel. Others are built with desire. In the end, love might be the most dangerous cage of all.

My wife, Lilian Barton, loves me more than life itself. She has spent the past eight years working hard with me just so she can get pregnant with my child. Our son, Wesley Carson, needs immediate medical attention because of an asthma attack. On my way to the hospital, I accidentally crash into the wedding procession of a mafia leader. Wesley, who's barely a month old, is hurled to the ground, causing him to bleed everywhere. But that's when I see Lilian, who has an arm wrapped around the groom in the car. She tells a subordinate, "What bad luck! Not only is my wedding being interrupted, but there's also blood being spilled on my wedding day! Just kill that little bastard already!" Lilian outright ignores Wesley's cries of pain. Before she leaves, I hear her murmur, "Cover his mouth. That baby's cries are so annoying."

I am the white wolf princess of the Coyote Pack. By the Moon Goddess’s decree, Barry was meant to be my fated mate. But during the peace negotiations, he gave me away—to Bayport’s crippled warrior, Colin—as a “hostage bride.” Barry smiled carelessly, his voice cruelly tender. “Emily, let me complete the bond with Evelyn first. This is just a deal. You are still my true Luna.” My nails bit into my palms, pain hollowing out my chest. Evelyn was nothing but a low-blood she-wolf he had rescued from the border. Yet for her, he used a truce marriage alliance to force me into surrender. Later, when I sought him out, I found him tending Evelyn’s wounds, wrapping her with gentle hands. He looked up, his tone light as if it cost him nothing. “If you let Evelyn be my mate alongside you, and divide half of your inheritance for her, I will withdraw the marriage alliance order.” I took off the bone pendant he once risked his life to give me and held it out to him. But he let it slip from his hand, shattering it against the floor. “If you don’t want it,” he said coldly, “then throw it away.” On the eve of the wedding alliance, Evelyn fell to her knees before the pack, sobbing as she accused me of hiding the Alpha’s Contract Stone—to help Colin breach our borders. The crowd erupted in whispers. Barry admitted it was he who had gifted me the stone, yet still turned on me, demanding: “If I ask for it back, will you return it?” At that moment, I finally let every hope die.