Romans & histoires Dc The Don Name

“Ahh!” She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m—ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?

When I pushed open the oakwood door to the manor’s study, I never expected to walk into such a scene. Juliana was sprawled across the desk, her posture leaving little to the imagination. As if not R-rated enough, her mini dress was pulled up to her waist, and her black lace clung to her thigh, barely covering her modesty. She looked back with a smile. “Alessia, my back is acting up again. Matteo’s just helping me out.” Matteo, my husband and a Don, rose to his feet, a tube of ointment in hand. He didn’t look like someone who had been caught out. “She couldn’t reach her back, so I thought I ought to lend a hand.” Matteo grabbed the dressing and pressed the gauze against her skin. He sure took his time. Tilting her head, Juliana met my gaze. “Don’t get the wrong idea. We grew up together. That’s how family is. We don’t care about that kind of stuff.” In my past life, I bolted into the room and grabbed Juliana by the hair to yank her off the desk. She turned to the side, shoving me hard into the sharp corner of the desk. I hit my head on the cold marble edge. The next thing I knew, I was a dead body in the morgue. This time, I stood in the doorway motionlessly. Since Juliana wanted to play the game, I’d be sure to hold my cards close to my chest.

Harry Adams is a young millionaire orphan, who has sunk into the solitude of his mansion since his parents died, so tragic was the death of these, he suffers from a depression disorder, so he lives away from absolutely all the outside world, becoming a sullen and insensitive man, but that deep down he needs love. In his parents' will, so that his family can give him a large inheritance, they leave as a condition that he must marry before the age of 30, or else he would lose all his fortune and it would be donated to a foundation. But he has not bothered to do anything about it, who he is really worried is to Ernest Samuelson, his faithful friend and caretaker since his parents died, so he proposes Harry to get a wife by contract to avoid losing his inheritance, and although it sounded crazy it was a good option to avoid being left on the street. Ernest in his search for the ideal woman, can only find Diane Saenz, daughter of his best friend, a humble girl, who leads an unimaginable mess of life, her father accepts the contract without considering her opinion, as they are about to lose their house. For Diane this drastic change in her life makes her more rebellious and daring, the idea of leaving her current boyfriend to marry a millionaire she does not know, makes her make the worst decision, so in the company of her current partner they decide to form a macabre plan to kill Harry, but over time, those feelings of hatred turn into love, thus giving a twist to the story, as she must prove her selfless love to Harry so that he does not break the marriage contract.

They caught my fiancé with my sister on the night of our engagement party. Tangled in a private wine cellar. My family name was dragged through the mud. We became the laughingstock of the Chicago Outfit. Then came Don Lorenzo Falcone. He proposed in front of all the Families, saving my honor and forging a more powerful alliance. For four years, he put me on a pedestal. But an old injury left him unable to father an heir. This year, through the family’s private doctor, I finally got pregnant. After that, his devotion became absolute. I thought this powerful man was my savior. My only protector. Until I heard him talking to his right-hand man. “Boss, Arabella worships you. How could you do it? You had the doctor switch the vials, made Arabella the surrogate for the Moretti heir. Just 'cause Isabella couldn't handle the pain? The kid’s due in two months. What’s the plan?” He was silent for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was ice. “When the child is born, it goes to Isabella. It's the only thing that guarantees her future with the Morettis.” “And Arabella?” “I’ll tell her the baby didn’t make it.” “She’ll still be Mrs. Falcone. She’ll have everything she could ever want.” So that was it. My great protector. All of it… for another woman. This tainted bloodline? I don’t want it in me. And this sham of a marriage? I’m done.

Anne Mancini died six years ago. At least, that’s what Luca Romani—the ruthless Don of the Italian mafia—was forced to believe. He mourned her. Buried her memory deep inside his cold, violent heart. But he never stopped loving the woman who vanished without a trace. Now she’s back. Alive. Hiding under a false name. Desperate to uncover the truth about her past while protecting the son Luca was never supposed to know existed. But secrets do not survive in Luca’s world. When he discovers Anne alive after years of grief and betrayal, his love turns into obsession. His obsession turns into revenge. And revenge becomes something far more dangerous when he realizes the woman he hates is still the only one capable of destroying him. Because Anne carries more than secrets. She carries his child. His past. And a bloodline tied to Luca’s greatest enemy—the Russian mafia. Caught between two criminal empires, hunted by enemies on all sides, Anne and Luca are dragged into a brutal war fueled by betrayal, obsession, jealousy, and a love neither of them can kill. He should destroy her. Instead, he burns the world for her. But in the mafia, love is never gentle…And obsession always comes with blood. The Don’s Sinful Obsession is a dark mafia romance filled with enemies-to-lovers tension, secret children, betrayal, possessive antiheroes, dangerous passion, mafia wars, and emotionally addictive twists.

Serena De Luca was never meant to be the bride. But when her sister disappears, her father forces her into a world of power, danger, and a man who fears nothing… except losing control. Don Alessandro Moretti is cold, ruthless, untouchable and cruel until Serena’s fire threatens to melt his walls. Lies, loyalty, and lust collide, and when the real bride returns, pregnant with a rival’s child and threatening her way back into Alessandro Life, Serena must fight to survive a war she never asked for. In a world ruled by blood and power, the Don must choose: his pride… or love.

I was with a fishmonger for seven years. Every night, he pinned me beneath him, reckless and wild. Until one day, he took off his bloodstained apron and came clean–he was getting engaged to Sophia, the Bilotti heiress. Only then did I learn that he was the Don of the Colleo family. “Hahaha! You fooled around with Ms. Mancini for seven years, only to take another delicate young lady’s hand in marriage. Surely, she’s going to come at you.” “Don Colleo, you should keep things sweet with her.” His men’s laughter echoed in my ears. “What’s the rush? I’ve broken her well enough these past seven years. If you don’t mind, you can have her for a couple of days. Evelyn… flexible.” On the day of Vincent’s engagement party, I handed the evidence of his crimes to the police. As the sirens ripped open the city night, someone called out my name. I smiled and leaped from the eighteenth floor.

Serry thought that her romance would be the same as the other werewolf couples. However, she seemed to be slapped by reality because her Alpha hated her even rejecting her presence. Her struggle seemed to be in vain when the Alpha actually looked happy with another Omega. Her heart throbbed with pain to the point that it felt like she wanted to die. Did Serry give up on her destiny? Or is it even more painful when a big fact that Alpha keeps is revealed? Take a look at the love story of werewolves of different statuses who struggle in the bonding destiny outlined by the Moon Goddess.

I was a slum kid who fell for Damon Vitale, New York’s most feared Godfather. For five years, I was his. I took nine bullets for him. He’d kiss my scars as I bled out for him. Hold me close. Clasp the queen’s necklace around my throat. Then, once I healed, he’d fuck me senseless, with a passion that felt like forever. I thought we’d spend our lives together. I thought he would marry me. But on our 999th night together, he told me he was engaged. To Bianca, a mafia princess from a rival family. I swallowed my tears. He just grabbed my chin, blew smoke in my face, and laughed. "You didn't really think you could marry me, did you, Nora? Let's be clear. We fuck. That's it. You're not a partner. You're a piece of art I collect. A pet I own." A pet. That’s all he ever wanted for me. Instead, I picked up a burner phone. [I'm taking your offer. Three days. Get me the hell out of New York.]

“King of the North,” he hissed, checking the device. He already expected me to betray him. He’d hated me ever since my twin, Enzo, outed me in middle school. I could still feel the sting of his spit on my face from that day. “Come on, pretty son,” he smiled. “Let’s get you married.” I put on my Ray-Bans. I wasn’t Luca anymore. I was a mask. I walked down the stairs with a fake swagger, hiding the pain in my chest with every dancey step. To unite the fractured syndicates of Chicago, a marriage is arranged. The groom? Silas Vane, the ruthless, cold-blooded “King of the North,” who is 45 and widowed. The other groom? Lucas De Santis, the 22-year-old reckless partying son of the southern boss, viewed as a pawn and a liability by his own father. Silas expects a brat to ignore. Luca expects a monster to fear.