Don't Judge Quotes

"I may be blind, Rain, but trust me, I’ll never miss the right hole or the perfect positions to put you in. My eyes don’t stop me from taking you until your legs give out. Open wide for me, wifey." Enzo Salvatore DeLuca, the ruthless billionaire mafia don, was untouchable—until the accident that stole his sight. Now, with time running out, he needs an heir to secure his legacy, and Rain is forced to take her stepsister's place as his bride. Rain always dreamed of a Christmas wedding with the perfect husband, but marrying a blind stranger wasn’t in her fantasies. How could a man who couldn’t see fulfill her wildest desires? He’d need help with everything, and she couldn’t imagine how he’d live up to the man she’d always fantasized about. What she doesn’t know is that he sees every move she makes, from the constant bite of her lips whenever he talks, to the way she walks around naked in the room, thinking he wouldn’t see her anyway, down to the way she watches him with longing whenever he’s changing. What he lacks in sight, he makes up for in raw intensity, dominance, and an ability to give her everything she never dared to ask for. He doesn’t do love. He doesn’t do gentle. But with Rain, he might just find more than the healing he never thought possible, and the revenge he had been seeking. "If you ask me, the only reason I need eyes is to see your eyes rolling back when I fuck you. But for now, baby girl, I want to hear it. Let me hear you moan for me.”

"I am your master, I own you. Until your father is able to pay me what he owes, you are just a body for me to fuck and dispose of as soon as you give me an heir" His grip on my chin grew more hurtful as he said those words to me. His menacing scowl made him look like he would want want nothing more than to kill me on the spot. "I am going to pay you back, Tell me how much he owes you right now and I'm going to pay everything back, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I scream as hard as I can into his face. My hand balling into a fist. His head snapped back as he erupted into a wicked laughter, you think you can pay me what your father owes me?" He released my chin then moved to steps backward. His voice dropped to a whisper, vibrating with restrained anger as he continue to speak, "I dare you to try. Your father owes me half a million dollars, but since you have decided to take on this debt, I give you a month." Rue; Freedom was everything I have ever yearned for, a time when I can finally breathe a breath of relief, a time when I can finally be relieved of the burden of my alcoholic, selfish and gambling addicted father. Until my father sold me to the ruthless mafia Don, Alessandro Vanillin as a payment of five hundred thousand dollars. It was stupid of me to think I was better away from my father.

“Louder,” he said while watching me like a predator ready to strike, “I-I belong to you,” I stuttered while swallowing the lump formed in my throat. “To?” he gritted his teeth, “Nikolai Vasiliev,” *** Nikolai Vasiliev, the most feared and respected don of the Russian mafia. He was known as the ruthless king of the mafia whose world revolves around blood and lust. Love is forbidden to him as he promised himself not to love again. Juliana Mitchell, a brave, stubborn, hardworking and beautiful woman leaving her normal life, dreaming to find her happily ever after. All her life she was constantly reminded that she’s useless and ugly compared to her younger sister which made her doubt herself all the time. One encounter with the Russian don changed her life completely, pulling her into a web of lies, manipulation and pure torture. She’s ready to do anything to get away from his clutches but the question is, Will he let someone walk away from him the second time?

In the dark underbelly of Philadelphia, two opposing crime families—the Morgans and the Rinaldis—have maintained a tenuous peace. However, when a merciless Japanese gang executes the killings of their leaders to instigate turmoil, the equilibrium of power breaks, sending the city into a lethal battle of trickery, treachery, and vengeance. Sierra Morgan, the unacknowledged and overlooked daughter of the Morgan clan, is plunged into a perilous task: wed Dominic Rinaldi, the icy and strategic new Don of Il Condottiero, and deceive him for the sake of her vengeful half-siblings. It’s a task she cannot decline, but as Sierra enters the foe's lair, she realizes that Dominic is not the cold-hearted villain she thought he was. Underneath his harsh facade exists a man marked by grief, allegiance, and hidden truths. As their arranged marriage develops into an unforeseen situation, Sierra feels conflicted between her allegiance to her family and the increasing emotions she harbors for the man she was meant to ruin. But betrayal runs deep on both sides, and when shocking truths emerge—including a secret child, forbidden affairs, and an insidious mole within the Rinaldi clan—Sierra realizes the true enemy may not be who she thought. With bloodshed escalating and time running out, Sierra must make an impossible choice: protect the man she loves or betray him to save herself. Can love survive in a world where loyalty is bought with blood, and betrayal is just another business transaction? A story of forbidden love, power struggles, and shocking twists, this gripping tale will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page.

A retelling of Cinderella, with a twist. Her Prince Charming doesn't meet her in a ball but in a bike crash, and he's no Prince Charming, but her literal worst nightmare. Yet Donna-Belle accepted whatever life threw at her if it'd mean she'd get back her inheritance and fight her step family. Being the Mafia Don's little contact wasn't a day job, but Donna was willing to do anything to get his heart and make her way... but it was actually much easier than she thought.

Arabella Owen is a naive girl who is hopelessly in love with Ashton Smith; she is so blinded by her love for him that she doesn’t see the love they have as nothing but a lie. When everything around began to fall apart and when she thought she couldn’t do it anymore her knight in shining armor came to her rescue. Alejandro Castillo had been a bad boy right from his high school days. He came from the most influential and powerful family in the country, he was known to be a playboy and a heartbreaker but even with all this news surrounding him his heart belongs to one woman. And he would do anything to get her, the right opportunity came and he isn’t going to let her go for the second time.

*** "Hands above your head, you put them down and I stop pleasuring you," he says sternly. "Yes," I cry out at the brink of tears. "Yes, what?" he demands. "Yes, Sin," I mutter, my voice barely a whimper. Sin approaches, ravaging me. ** After stealing from Sinclair Declan Sorvino, the last thing Summer Remmington expects is to be caught by Sinclair. To save her best friends, she stays behind to keep traces off them. Sin decides to keep her for Ninety Days if she agrees to be his for that time frame, then she will be free. Summer knew this was a trap, but still, she said yes. Something that started as a pleasure connection grew into more and Sinclair craving Summer. Summer catches feelings but discovers that Sin wouldn't ever love her because he loved his face wife. Sin finds comfort in another lady than her and she thinks it is because she can't fit his taste. Sin just doesn't want to express love to another woman, especially after what happened to his last wife. Will Summer stand the test of love and make Sin see how in love she is with him and how grieving is OK? Does Sin fall for Summer? Read on to find out.

He forgot their vows. She remembers every lie. After a brutal accident leaves Callum Thorne with no memory of his wife, Iris is forced to fight for a love that only she remembers. Trapped in the Thorne family estate, surrounded by people who want her gone, Iris is determined to win back the man she married—even if he’s no longer the man he was. But when fragments of the past start to resurface, Callum begins to suspect his accident wasn’t so accidental. The more he uncovers, the more he questions everything—especially the woman he’s drawn to but can’t trust. In a world of wealth, control, and buried secrets, love isn’t safe. And the truth might cost them both more than their marriage. Vows He Doesn’t Remember is a dark, gripping romance about memory, manipulation, and the fight to reclaim what’s real—before it's too late.

Dua tahun sebelumnya ...,Beberapa majalah bisnis yang mencatut nama perusahaanya tercetak dan beredar di seluruh Ibukota. Berita-berita ekonomi dan bisnis menyuarakan namanya dan mengagungkan perusahaannya. Bahkan media elektronik juga tak luput memberitakan tentangnya. Perkembangan Artha Group semakin melesat menembus kejayaan yang di impikan Aditya. Menempati jajaran sepuluh perusahaan properti yang merajai industri pembangunan di Indonesia, membuat pria itu nampak bangga dengan hasil yang ia peroleh dari tahun ke tahun. Tak tanggung-tanggung, jumlah aset yang sudah dimiliki perusahaan Aditya sampai detik ini berkisar 58,76 trilliun dan hal itu terus meningkat dari tahun-tahun sebelumnya yang mencapai 57,65 trilliun. Hal ini membuat perusahaannya menjadi salah satu perusahaan yang di rekomendasikan dalam pembangunan apa pun di beberapa wilayah. Selain itu, nampaknya kejayaan Aditya tak hanya di Indonesia. Perusahaan cabang yang berada di Perancis juga membuahkan hasil yang sama dengan induk perusahaannya. Aditya masih menatap sebuah majalah bisnis yang mencetak nama dan perusahaannya di sampul depan untuk edisi minggu ini. Hal itu menjadi tolak ukur atas keberhasilannya kembali dalam memanajemen apa yang sudah ia bangun beberapa tahun lalu. "Permisi, Pak Aditya," sapa Sandra—sekretaris pribadi sekaligus kepercayaan Aditya—yang saat ini sudah berada tepat di depan meja kerja pria itu. "Ya, Sandra ...," tanggap Aditya. "Hari ini, ada beberapa jadwal wawancara yang sudah saya susun untuk Bapak. Untuk hari ini ada dua perusahaan media massa yang bertandang ke kantor nanti jam sepuluh. Bagaimana, Pak? Pak Aditya bisa menemuinya sendiri?"Akan tetapi, bukannya pria itu mendengarkan ucapan sang sekretaris, justru ia menatap Sandra dengan lekat. Menatap kecantikam sekretarisnya itu yang semakin hari semakin terpancar begitu saja."Pak? Pak Aditya?" tegur Sandra."Memangnya di sini ada siapa selain aku dan kamu?" Sandra memandang netra lelaki itu dan seo

"I own you, Marisa," He whispered dangerously into her ears as he fondled with her breasts, causing her to let out a soft moan which she tried so hard not to let out. He smirked devilishly when he saw the effect he was having on her. His right hand found it's way under her gown, and she moaned loudly when he shifted her panties. "Yes," He smirked darkly, "Moan for me, Marisa, because I own every part of you, starting from your soft breasts, to your sexy thighs and your divine honeypot. I own everything, and nothing will ever take you away from me. Not even the devil himself." ★★★★★★ Five years ago, Alejandro, a Mafia boss, and Marisa Russo, the strong-willed daughter of a rival Mafia family, were deeply in love. Their passionate connection led to an unforeseen consequence: Marisa's pregnancy. Unaware of her growing child and Alejandro's true identity, Marisa vanished from the dangerous Mafia world. A cruel twist of fate erased her memories in an accident, leaving her in a foreign place, estranged from her own past. Marisa embarked on a new life as a waitress and the mother of a son who strikingly resembled Alejandro. Her ties to the criminal world remained concealed, even from herself. Fate reunites Alejandro and Marisa, but they fail to recognize each other. Marisa's amnesia prevents her from recognizing him, while Alejandro cannot identify his long-lost lover due to her transformation. Marisa has a nightstand with him, and after that nightstand, Alejandro becomes obsessed with her. He yearns for Marisa more and more with each passing day and night. He makes a firm promise never to give up until his desires are satisfied. What will Alejandro's obsession with Marisa lead to? Will he be able to fulfill his dark desires?