Conquistado Pelos Gêmeos Moretti

My marriage to Dante, the Moretti heir, was meant to be a union of power, an alliance of empires. But for me, it was also the real deal. Then his adopted sister, Clara, showed up at a party. She was wearing his custom leather jacket, straddling his prized Ducati, and she looked right at me with a smirk. "Dante says," she purred, "that I suit these precious things better than you do." My smile froze. Dante had her on a plane overseas so fast it was like she'd never existed. Five years later, the night before our wedding. I found him staring at the design for our wedding rings. He'd changed the engraving. The "Amor Aeternus"—Eternal Love—was gone. In its place: "Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa." My sin, my greatest sin. I took off my veil right then and there. "The wedding," I said, my voice like ice, "is off."

Trigger Warnings: - Taboo relationship. - violence, manipulation. - Explicit sexual content: power play, rough intimacy, and kink - Emotional and psychological torment Isabella Moretti’s world was destroyed by Luca Ricci—the man she’s now forced to marry. She’s out for revenge, but Luca isn’t the kind of man to be defeated so easily. He has his own plans, and they’re darker than she could ever imagine. Their hatred burns like fire, but their chemistry is undeniable. Passion laced with violence, desire wrapped in pain, and secrets that threaten to consume them both. In a world where pleasure and power collide, Isabella’s body and mind are pushed to their limits. Torn between two men—Luca, the ruthless bastard who broke her, and, the twisted love she never saw coming—she finds herself drowning in a web of obsession and taboo. Her heart is at war, but the question remains: who will claim her? And at what cost?

No dia em que minha irmã gêmea, Alexia Cavanaugh, e eu completamos vinte e dois anos, eu desmaiei e descobri que tinha câncer em estágio terminal. Ignorando a recomendação do médico para ser internada, saí do hospital. Tudo o que eu queria era passar um último aniversário com minha família, sem preocupações. Mas quando cheguei à festa, uma funcionária me impediu na porta e disse que o local havia sido reservado exclusivamente para Alexia. Pessoas de fora não tinham permissão para entrar. Através do vidro, observei meu irmão segurando o bolo enquanto meu pai colocava um chapéu de aniversário na cabeça de Alexia. Até meu namorado estava lá, sorrindo enquanto ela fazia um pedido. Fiquei parada ali por meia hora, segurando o celular, até que meu namorado finalmente atendeu minha ligação. — Eu estava no hospital agora há pouco. Eu— Ele me interrompeu. — Ophelia, você sempre foi saudável. Hoje era o aniversário da Lexi. A gente conversava depois. Mas aquele dia não era meu aniversário também? Minha mãe morreu ao me dar à luz. Mais tarde, o médico explicou que eu havia absorvido mais nutrientes no útero, deixando Alexia frágil desde o início. E, assim, todos decidiram que eu deveria sempre ceder à minha irmã gêmea, que nasceu cinco minutos antes de mim. Amassei o laudo com o diagnóstico de câncer e o joguei no lixo. Cansei de deixar o favoritismo deles me machucar. Nunca recebi o amor deles mesmo. Então, daquela vez, eu escolhi ir embora. Para sempre.

In der Nacht unseres neunten Hochzeitstags brachte mir mein Ehemann – Damian Grant, der Mann, der am Tag die Mafia beherrschte und einst bei Nacht mein Herz regierte – keine Rosen. Er schenkte den Strauß, der mir hätte gehören sollen, Serena Lane, seiner persönlichen Assistentin. Unter dem Kronleuchter, bei dem wir einst an unserem Hochzeitsabend getanzt hatten, wandte er sich mir zu – mit demselben kalten Charme, mit dem er mir früher süße Nichtigkeiten ins Ohr geflüstert hatte: „Sie ist schwanger.“ Endlich ergab alles Sinn. „Sie ist wählerisch beim Essen. Von heute an wirst du ihr drei Mahlzeiten am Tag kochen. Und keine Wiederholungen. Außerdem ist sie sensibel und hasst es, allein zu schlafen. Du wirst also deine Sachen ins Gästezimmer bringen.“ Der Raum verstummte. Ich erhob nicht die Stimme, vergoss keine einzige Träne. Ich nahm einfach meinen bereits gepackten Koffer und ging zur Tür. Der Butler versuchte, mich aufzuhalten, doch Damian blinzelte nicht einmal. „Sie kommt zurück.“ Er schwenkte träge den Wein in seinem Glas. „Sie kommt innerhalb von drei Tagen weinend und flehend zurück.“ Ein Gelächter brach unter unseren Gästen aus. Sie schlossen direkt vor meinen Augen eine Wette über eine Million Dollar ab. Sie wetteten darauf, ob ich noch vor Ablauf der Nacht zurückkommen und Damian anflehen würde, mich wieder hereinzulassen – wie ein erbärmlicher Straßenköter mit eingeklemmtem Schwanz. Doch sie wussten nicht, dass ich bereits das Familienerbstück meines leiblichen Vaters erhalten hatte. Ich hatte meinen Flug gebucht, weit weg von allen, die ich je gekannt hatte. Dieses Mal war ich wirklich gegangen.

To save her father from a deadly debt, Emilia Rossi makes the ultimate sacrifice—she offers herself as collateral to the most dangerous man in the city. Dante Moretti, the ruthless billionaire mafia boss, could have demanded anything: money, property, even blood. Instead, he claims Emilia with a single rule—she must give him a goodnight kiss every day. What begins as a cruel bargain soon turns into a perilous game of desire and obsession. Dante is powerful, merciless, and feared by all, yet with Emilia, he reveals glimpses of a man she can’t help but crave. Each kiss blurs the line between duty and temptation, between hatred and something far more dangerous. But the mafia world is built on betrayal. Enemies close in, secrets unravel, and Emilia realizes that loving Dante might not only cost her freedom—it could cost her life. Is her kiss a contract of survival… or the spark that ignites their downfall?

“Never touch what is mine, because I was never taught how to share.” For Dominic Blackwood, Sienna Moretti was his breath, his world—and the prisoner inside his golden cage. He loved her in a suffocating way, making sure no other man was allowed to hold his wife’s gaze for more than three seconds. But Dominic made one fatal mistake: he allowed Killian Vane, his best friend, to live under the same roof. In front of Dominic, Killian was the definition of loyalty. Behind his back, he was a devil, whispering forbidden words against the delicate hollow of Sienna’s neck. Beneath the possessive husband’s watchful presence, a dangerous betrayal ignited. As forbidden desire twisted into obsession, Sienna realized a terrifying truth—she was not being fought over by two men who loved her. She was being destroyed by two monsters who wanted to own her.

Emilia Rossi never expected her quiet life as an accountant to lead her into the shadows of the underworld. But when she’s framed in a money-laundering scheme connected to Luca Moretti—the city’s most feared mafia boss—she’s given an impossible choice: help him find the real traitor or face the deadly consequences. Weak and terrified, Emilia is thrust into Luca’s dangerous world, where power, deception, and violence rule. But behind Luca’s ruthless exterior, she catches glimpses of a different man—one haunted by his past and captivated by her innocence. Bound by a reluctant attraction and surrounded by threats, Emilia must navigate her new life in the mafia’s grip, learning to find strength in her vulnerability as she draws closer to Luca. As their worlds collide, a spark ignites between them—a spark that could consume them both. In a world where loyalty is scarce, will Emilia’s fragile heart survive? Or will she be forever lost in the shadows of power?

Angelina Winter finds herself in a tough situation when she finds out about her parents death. She has to take care of her one year old sister and seven year old cousin. All in while she tries to defend herself from the accusations and charges thrown toward her by her maternal family. Andrew Moretti is the best friend of Angelina. He has been with her in all her ups and downs. A humble but rich heir. Wants to make his own name, but his biggest dream is to get married to Angelina one day and have a family with her. Ella Winter is a crazy woman and cares about nothing but money. She kills her husband and In-Laws ( Angelina's parents ) for their money. She tries to kill Angelina as well but fails in her every attempt. Read this story to find if Angelina and Andrew will get together or not or if Ella will succeed in her mission of killing Angelina or if Angelina can get justice for her parents.

“Marry him, or your brother dies.” To protect the only family she has left, Elena Russo agrees to marry Dante Moretti—New York’s most feared mafia heir. Cold. Controlled. Lethal. He offers her no love, no choice, and no freedom. Only a diamond ring and a cage with silk sheets. But from the moment she steps into his estate, she learns the rules don’t matter—because Dante doesn’t follow them. He doesn’t touch her. Doesn’t even look at her. Until he does. And when he does… it’s to remind her who owns her. She was supposed to hate him. She wasn’t supposed to want the man who watches her from behind glass. Who whispers commands through locked doors. Who punishes with silence—and rewards with ruin. In this house, obedience is survival. But what happens when the bride stops playing by the rules?

Casei-me com o mesmo homem sete vezes, e ele se divorciou de mim sete vezes — sempre pela mesma mulher, só para poder passar as férias com seu primeiro amor como um homem livre e também para poupá-la das fofocas do mundo. Na primeira vez, cortei meus pulsos num ato desesperado para fazê-lo ficar; uma ambulância me levou às pressas ao hospital, mas ele nunca apareceu para me ver. Na segunda vez, rebaixei-me para me candidatar a um cargo de assistente em sua empresa, apenas para poder vê-lo novamente, mesmo que de longe. Na sexta vez, já havia aprendido a empacotar minhas coisas em silêncio e a sair sozinha da casa que um dia foi nossa. Minhas crises de histeria, minhas concessões repetidas, minha resignação entorpecida — tudo o que recebi em troca foram seus casamentos pontuais, sempre seguidos pelos mesmos truques e pelas mesmas mentiras. Até agora: ao saber que seu primeiro amor estava prestes a voltar ao país, entreguei pessoalmente os papéis do divórcio em suas mãos. Como sempre, ele marcou a data do próximo casamento, sem imaginar que, desta vez, eu partiria para nunca mais voltar.