Dominic Fike Ethnicity

I spent five years as Dominic Santoro’s wife in name only. Five years hidden behind closed doors, buried under his sheets, erased from his world. When he finally agreed to take me back to Chicago—to stand beside him, to be seen—I thought I had won. I bought a new dress. Soft. Elegant. Worthy of a Don’s woman. The night before we left, he looked at me through the mirror and said calmly, “Take the makeup off. Change into pants.” I asked why. He adjusted his cufflinks like I was nothing more than background noise. “Juliana Lancaster is back. Tonight is our engagement.” Russian Bratva. Lancaster blood. A marriage alliance. Seeing my silence, he laughed—careless, cruel. “What’s with that look? Didn’t we agree on this when we married? Brotherhood. Loyalty. No love.” Then he turned, eyes sharp and mocking. “Victoria Miller… you didn’t actually fall in love with me, did you?” I stood there, frozen. Because inside the inner pocket of his tailored suit— was my pregnancy report. And the Don of Chicago had no idea the woman he was about to sacrifice was carrying his heir.

“The safe word is cherry, baby girl.” He husked as his fingers trailed down my heat, and I bit my lip seductively, raising myself as high as I could with being tied up. “Yes daddy.” I whispered, and a gasp left my lips as he sank his fingers deep into me, curling on my g-spot, then pulling out and licking my juices off his fingers. “Good girl.” Then he spanked my ass with the whip in his hand, and a scream left my lips as he rammed into me. Emma Williams had one goal in mind, taking down her abusive ex boyfriend who cost her her future and left her to bleed at the side of the road. She’s supposed to be dead, but wasn’t. With a new face and name, Emma made sure that she was going to make sure she ruined him, using his father. She wasn’t expecting a sexy as sin man to be the father of her ex, and one thing she also didn’t expect was wanting him with her every being. She thirsted for him, and with every touch and stroke, she slowly lost view of what she was fighting for. Dominic was ruin itself, she couldn’t have enough. It was almost enough for her to give up her goal of ruining his only son… Or was it?

Ten years of marriage, and my husband slid the divorce papers across his mahogany desk. "You contributed nothing to this family. Under the prenup, you walk away with nothing." "Consider this a courtesy. Ten thousand a year. A hundred grand for a decade of your youth." "Don't even think about touching a cent of family money." I smiled and signed. I'm the kind of woman who's already died once. The next day, I took that hundred-thousand-dollar check and walked straight into the territory of his most dangerous enemy—Dominic Salucci. The man who controls half the East Coast underworld looked at me like I was inventory he hadn't ordered. "Why should I help you?" I leaned in close. "Because I know every decision Vincent Moretti is going to make for the next ten years. Every property. Every shipping route. And I know about the son he's hiding in Zurich." He studied me for a long moment. Then he smiled. "Interesting." What he doesn't know—what Vincent doesn't know—is that in my last life, men like them buried me without a second thought. This time, I'm going to watch every last one of them kneel.

**WARNING** This is not your typical love story—older heroine, younger man. Contains explicit s*xual themes, violence, and a forbidden relationship. Reader discretion is advised. * * * * * * * * * * Madeline Bennet thought she had finally found her happily ever after, only to have it shattered in one night. Betrayed and burning with humiliation, she runs straight into the arms of a stranger who knows exactly how to make her forget everything. Younger. Bolder. Addictive in ways she never saw coming. But when morning comes, the truth is more dangerous than she ever imagined—he’s her husband’s estranged son... and the ruthless mafia lord feared by everyone. Dominic Morvanti doesn’t do feelings. He owns. He claims. He destroys boundaries. Not even his father’s wife can stop him. Torn between the ruins of her past and a temptation that burns like wildfire, can Madeline resist him? Or will she surrender to a desire that could destroy her and everything she’s ever loved? * * * * * * * * * * “I'm your father's wife,” I swallowed hard, “—your stepmother.” He leaned closer, his voice velvet and rough against my skin. “You're not my stepmother. You're my perfect little slut.”

“Ella is only a housekeeper, that is not my mother!” I heard the contemptuous words coming from the mouth of the child I had loved and cared for like my own for ten whole years. My husband did not love me, and his two children only regarded me as someone who served them. Until the moment I opened my eyes once again and was reborn at the age of twenty-two. And once again, the Oliver family forced me into a political marriage with Leo Dominic. “I agree, but only if I receive five million dollars.” I realized one thing: in this world, the most reliable thing is only money. When I met Leo Dominic, I received the marriage contract exactly as I wished. As long as I remained his wife for three years, I would receive freedom and one billion dollars! But suddenly, when I divorced and lived a carefree life, enjoying luxury, those people began trailing behind me and asking for love. “I’m sorry, Mom, I want you to come back home!” The children cried until they developed fevers and fainted, and the ruthless billionaire who had never once looked at his contract wife stood outside the million-dollar villa I had just moved into with my best friend all night. What should I do now, when I am clearly living a new life after divorce and happily spending money?

"Touch me until I cum so hard that I forget my own name," I gasped, my lips brushing his, trembling beneath the weight of his stare. "You will forget more than that, wife," he rasped, gripping my throat with one hand and sliding the other down my body, "I will make you cum until you forget how to fight your feelings for me." * Elena Thrown into a marriage with the city’s most dangerous mafia king, I had one mission, to seduce him, overwhelm him and make him end it. So, I moaned louder, touched deeper, played the part of a woman consumed by lust, all in hopes he would be repulsed. But Dominic Moretti doesn’t fall for games. He plays them better. Colder, rougher and unrelenting. Every fake moan becomes real. Every forced kiss turns savage. And every time I think that I have the upper hand, he flips me over and makes me forget I ever wanted to get out of this marriage. He doesn’t believe in love. I don’t believe in staying. But when lust ignites war and pleasure starts to hurt in all the right ways, it’s no longer about breaking the marriage, it’s about surviving it. One of us will break. One of us will beg. But we will be both drenched in each other's lust before it’s all over.

In my fifth year of marriage to Dominic, I'd become the woman all of Chicago knew as the crazy one — the mental case. Jealousy gnawed at me constantly, and my temper frayed easily, my emotions sharp and unsteady, unravelling more with each passing day. So it only made sense when he slid a divorce agreement across the table. "Vivian's pregnant. A Harrington heir can't be born illegitimate, and Mrs. Harrington can't be a lunatic." "Once she's had the baby, I’ll marry you again, and you'll still be Mrs. Harrington." I was forced to sign my name, then locked away in a private sanatorium a hundred miles from the city. The first year, I waited with desperate hope for him to come take me home. Instead, he handed me an ultrasound report. "Twins — a boy and a girl. Vivian's pregnant again. Just wait a little longer." The second year, he had electric fencing installed around the sanatorium grounds. "Harrington Corp is going public. We can't afford any slip-ups right now." By the fifth year, he simply called to tell me to wait one more year. He must have expected me to scream and lose control the way I always did. But this time, I just nodded calmly. "Alright. However long it takes." After all. I didn't have much time left anyway.

Maria Dominic gave her husband everything—her love, her loyalty, her very soul—only to be discarded like yesterday’s news. Betrayed and abandoned, she never expected the man who would put her back together to be Luca Avancii—her late brother’s best friend, a man as lethal as he is untouchable. Luca never forgot the girl who used to chase after him and Johan, nor did he expect to find her on her knees, begging at another man’s feet. Maria was his. She always had been. And now? He’ll make sure she knows it. What starts as a marriage of convenience quickly becomes something much more dangerous. As Maria fights to heal from her past, she finds herself caught in the crossfire of a world ruled by power, secrets, and an ex-husband who refuses to let go. Luca built his empire with blood and fire, and he will burn the world to the ground before he lets anyone take Maria from him. But as old enemies resurface and the past refuses to stay buried, Maria is faced with an impossible choice: save the man who has become her world, or risk losing him to the deadly game of power that threatens to consume them both. A scorching romance filled with passion, betrayal, and ruthless devotion, this is the story of a woman reclaiming her strength and the man who would tear the world apart for her. WARNING: 18+ THREAD CAREFULLY.

Dua belas tahun dibuang. Dua tahun dipenjara… untuk kesalahan yang tidak pernah ia lakukan. Liora kembali—bukan sebagai anak yang dirindukan, melainkan sebagai pengganti. Pengganti kakak yang mereka cintai. Pengganti kesalahan yang bukan miliknya. Pengganti… dalam sebuah pernikahan yang bahkan tidak pernah ia pilih. Ketika kebebasan akhirnya datang, Liora tidak pulang dengan harapan. Ia pulang dengan sesuatu yang jauh lebih berbahaya—ketenangan yang dingin, dan keberanian untuk tidak lagi peduli. Namun takdir mempermainkannya. Pria yang akan menjadi tunangannya—Xavier Dominic—bukan sekadar pengusaha terkaya di kota. Ia adalah nama yang dibisikkan dengan ketakutan. Kejam. Dominan. Tak tersentuh. Dan tanpa ia sadari… Liora sudah pernah bertemu dengannya. Di sebuah sore yang sunyi— dengan darah di jalanan, dan suara tembakan yang masih menggema. Seharusnya itu hanya kebetulan. Namun tatapan pria itu… tidak pernah melupakan. Kini, dalam ikatan yang dipaksakan, dua orang yang sama-sama berbahaya dipertemukan. Satu kehilangan segalanya. Satu terbiasa mengendalikan segalanya. Dan di antara mereka— tidak ada yang benar-benar menjadi korban. Hanya ada permainan. Kekuasaan. Luka. Dan perasaan yang perlahan berubah menjadi sesuatu yang… tidak bisa dihentikan.

“I will never love you,” Anthony said with a determined look. However, the girl didn't care about his words. Regina still repaired a table full of beautiful dishes. Then, she took some food and put it in his mouth. His whole body relaxed and savored the satisfying sensation in his mouth. “I know. But can we enjoy the meal first? I have made your favorite food,” Regina blinked her moving eyes which made Anthony's heart a little unbearable. He gulped and sat down on the chair. “I love your food, not you,” Anthony began to take the meal while he was maintaining his harsh expression. Regina secretly smiled but she knew he wouldn't run away from her. ------------------------------------- Regina lived two human lives. In her first life, her family sold her to Anthony, the head of the Dominic mafia family. Regina and Anthony tormented each other until he accepted to let go of her hand. The good life was disrupted by the adultery and deception of her sister and her husband. Anthony was always waiting for Regina to return, but she ended up dying in his arms while taking the bullet for him. Reviving at the age of 17, Regina decided to change everything and accept being with Anthony. However, Anthony seemed to avoid Regina causing her to actively pursue him.