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Ava Parker, the daughter of a notorious American mafia family, is about to marry Riccardo De Lucca, her late sister’s fiancé. He’s the guy she’s secretly loved since the first moment she saw him ten years ago when she was only fourteen years old. After two years apart, she’s shocked to find he’s not the same man she fell for. The Riccardo in front of her is a ruthless figure, ready to turn her life into a nightmare. All she’s ever wanted is to break free. Living in her sister’s shadow has never been easy for her. But fate has other plans for her so it seems. Riccardo has his own reasons for wanting to marry Ava. He’s out for revenge against those who caused his fiancée's death and is willing to go to any lengths to achieve it, even if it means hurting the wrong person. He always thought Ava was meek, but he quickly discovers there’s a fiery spirit in her that drives him wild. As the barriers between them start to crumble, their connection becomes something neither can control. Ava has to navigate the dangerous world of the mafia while grappling with her undeniable attraction to the man she vowed to never love again. And Riccardo? He’s determined to claim her completely—body, mind, and soul.

"You're mine now, Emma Campbell," DeLuca's words whispered, signaling to Emma that she was now in the hands of this mobster. Emma, a determined young woman with ambitious dreams for the future, leads a modest life with her father in a middle-class home, haunted by the loss of her mother when she was still a child. Her world takes a shadowy twist when her father, desperate to settle a debt with an unrelenting mobster, essentially hands over his daughter, seeing no other alternative. As her dreams slip further away, Emma begins to realize that her life might have been destined to intertwine with Andrew DeLuca, the enigmatic Mafia Don. In "My Dear Don: The Contract Marriage," immerse yourself in a world where fate collides with the dangerous allure of the mafia, and follow along as Emma and Andrew navigate a web of intrigue, unexpected passion, and a contract that could either ruin their lives or bind their destinies together forever."

On the verge of being trapped in a forced marriage, Emily’s only way out might be to carry the baby of her fiancé’s archenemy. Dante Ferrari. Dante also happens to be her best friend’s cold and powerful older brother, who had always looked at her like she was a nuisance that needed to be controlled. Emily Collombo never had a choice. As the illegitimate daughter of the Collombo Family, she was nothing more than a pawn in the family’s business, forced to marry Marco Russo, heir to one of the formidable mafia clans in Italy. Her bleak future was sealed…. until one devastating mistake at the hospital changed everything. An insemination gone wrong, due to medical negligence. Now Emily carries the baby of not just any man, but Dante Ferrari. Don of the Ferrari Mafia Clan. The Ferraris aren’t just powerful, they are the pinnacle of power. Ruthless, untouchable, and feared across the underworld. The moment Dante discovers Emily carries his child, he makes one thing clear. SHE belongs to HIM now. And If war must break out between the Russos and the Ferraris, then let it burn.

I was reborn, back to the day before my wedding. The first thing I did? I swapped husbands with my sister. Last time around, I married Julian, a mild-mannered tech mogul. He couldn't handle my fiery temper, and I couldn't stand how soft he was. Our marriage crashed and burned in a year. My sister, sweet and timid, was in an arranged marriage with Robin Kane, the Don of New York's biggest crime family. She couldn't handle the brutal, chaotic life. Tormented by Robin's so-called childhood sweetheart, Isabella, she fell into a deep depression and died. So when I came back, I made a decision. I’d be the one to marry the Don. But I never expected that after the wedding, the cold, stoic Don would become a different man. Every night, he’d be on top of me, kissing me like he was obsessed, whispering, "Good girl. I'll make you feel good. Just one more time, baby?"

I was supposed to marry his son. One night with the Don changed that. Two weeks before my wedding, I caught my fiancé cheating. He’s using my nudes to force me down the aisle. Broke and desperate, I say yes to one night at an elite BDSM club—just to feel wanted again. I never expected the man under the mask to be Alexander Thorne. Vegas mafia Don. Cold, possessive, and off-limits. Four days later, I’m standing at my engagement party as he introduces me to his father. _His father._ The man I slept with. David needs me to marry him for his inheritance. Alexander needs me to stop it. His solution? A contract marriage: one year as his wife, ten million dollars, and one rule keep it professional. My ex has other plans. He sends me into Alexander’s mansion as a spy, with blackmail as my leash and one mission: steal the key to his safe. The only thing David forbids? Don’t fuck my father. Don’t fall for him. Too late. Alexander doesn’t share. He doesn’t lose. And now I’m his. In a city built on secrets, betrayal, and power, our contract marriage is the most dangerous game of all.

My boyfriend has always doted on me. However, after learning that I can't go to work at the bank after falling and injuring myself, he snaps at me. "Why didn't you tell me you switched shifts with someone else? That was a cheap move!" I don't refute him. Instead, I pull out a hospitalization record as I watch the bank descend into chaos. In my past life, I attended to a couple who wanted to deposit five million dollars into their account. Their child had been diagnosed with a rare illness. They'd gotten the money by selling their organs and mortgaging the home—it was to save their child's life and pay for the surgery the following day. However, the money was stolen the following day. I helped them check where the money was withdrawn, but the surveillance footage showed I was the one who did it. My best friend wept when the couple questioned me. "You shouldn't have stolen the money someone needed to save a life, no matter how materialistic and covetous you are!" My boyfriend hurried over and said, "I wondered why you suddenly had money to buy a car—you stole it! You're heartless!" The child died after failing to receive treatment in time, and the couple stabbed me to death on the streets out of devastation. When I open my eyes again, I think injuring myself will help me escape this. To my surprise, the surveillance cameras once again capture me stealing the money.

"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.”

"Hayden, you have been a bad boy have you not?" Vincenzo said to me as he unclasped his belt and drew it off his waist, his muscles flexing. "What do you mean-" "Turn around!" He demanded from me as he did so before I could do it. He wrapped the belt around my hands and tightened it. "Vincenzo?" I whisper yelled at him with a glare. "Get on your knees little prince and open your mouth for me. Daddy needs to punish you." "Why?" "Shut your mouth before I do it with my dick Hayden," he threatened me with an evil smirk. "You would not dare!" I snapped at him before letting out a gasp as he pulled his hardened cock out of his boxers, the cap of the monster pink and shiny with precum. "Oh little prince, I would dare," he said as he forced me to my knees with a hand on my shoulder. "Good boy," he groaned as he slid his dick into my mouth, my wetness wrapping around his cock. "Ah, your mouth feels so good," he murmured. And then he began to move, his cock growing more inside of my mouth. ...... Hayden and Vincenzo clash in a battle of wits and strength. Though they are attracted just as much as they despise each other, they are drawn together in an intense and dangerous game. It takes two to tango. It takes two to play the dangerous game. And the winner takes all.

Six years ago, my sister and I fell for the same man, Edmund. But he only had eyes for Rosalie, the sweet, innocent type. With them, I was always the third wheel. They got married, of course. And on their wedding day, I overheard my parents whispering. "The company's strapped for cash," my father said. "What if we marry Corinne off to our business partner? That'd solve our problem..." This "partner" was over fifty and twice divorced. So I ran. I fled to Sicily with the only five thousand dollars to my name. I ran on pure bitterness. In four years, I brought dozens of small-time Sicilian crews to heel and forged my own family: Vexille. In another two, I came back to New York and quietly became the most powerful woman in the North American underworld. By then, Edmund's power was crumbling, hit hard by a rival family. That's when my mother called, her voice full of that same old entitlement. "Your brother-in-law's in some trouble. Figure out a way to help him." Then a text from my sister, Rosalie, dripping with contempt: "Sister, I remember you have a little casino in Sicily, right? So you must know something about that Vexille family." "Edmund needs their help. See what you can dig up." They still don't know. I'm the Don of the Vexille family. I glanced at the schedule my advisor had prepared. Tomorrow, 9:00 AM. A sit-down with some minor family looking for a handout. The name on the file: Edmund.

I shouldn't have gone for that vacation, I felt it in my sixth senses. The truth is I could only blame myself, I was foolish enough to make the decision even when I knew. When my boyfriend broke up with me, I should have left newyork immediately but I stayed. I stayed, when for that party, had a one night stand and got into trouble and you know the freaking kinds trouble? The mafia kind. Now, I have in front of me a contract that says shit!