Don T Mess With An Angel

Kill or be killed: That was the motto of a predator and a prey. Turns out that was the same motto in love and relationships. Walking in on my fiancee making out with someone else was the last straw it took for me to break but to save myself the humiliation, I couldn't let the huge proposal I had planned out go to waste. What happens when the stranger I had forced a ring on turned out to be the Capobastone of the Ndrangheta Clan? Even worse, my ex boyfriend was involved in the mafia and the stranger was his boss. Fate twisted and lies were uncovered and I was caught up in a little cat and rat chase with a Mafia boss and there was no hope for me getting out. His words sealed my fate: "Now i didn't force this ring on myself, you did. Might as well add more meaning to it.”

For six years, I took bullets for him and erased every sharp edge of myself. Because of the way he protected me, outsiders all believed I was the woman closest to his heart. However, when I asked for just one sincere “I love you”, he laughed and refused. “Mafia marriages aren’t about feelings. Know your place.” Then he said, “If Sophia doesn’t like it, don’t even bother.” When the bomb countdown hit thirty seconds, my don husband shoved me aside without hesitation and ran out holding Sophia in his arms. Only then did I understand that after six years of entanglement, I wasn't even worth a single hair of his sister. I slammed the divorce papers into his face. “I’m going to personally send you and your precious sister straight to hell!”

On the night the Bianchi family goes bankrupt, I sell myself to the Moretti family of Newmont. Fiora Greco, the Madre of the family, has arranged for me to marry Don Lorenzo Moretti. But at that time, he's in love with a nurse named Sofia Ciampi. Although Sofia descends from the most chaotic district in Brookland, Lorenzo is willing to give up his position as the Don for her sake. Unfortunately for Lorenzo, Fiora threatens to off herself if he doesn't marry me right away. She claims that the Donna of a mafia family must never be a commoner. On the day Lorenzo and I get married, Sofia accepts a Mexara businessman's marriage proposal and leaves Newmont. When Lorenzo's speeding toward the airport in an attempt to chase after Sofia, he gets into a car accident, which results in him losing Sofia completely. Later on, he pins the blame of losing his beloved Sofia on me. Since then, everything I own and do has price tags attached to it.

On Christmas night, I've roasted a whole turkey and paired it with the finest red wine. Then, I quietly wait for my boyfriend, Don Carlo Carlione from the Carlione family, to come home to me. When Carlo steps through the front door, he doesn't even spare me a glance. Instead, he throws his blood-stained coat onto the couch and starts undoing his cufflinks. "Something important is going on at the family HQ tonight, so I can't celebrate Christmas with you tonight." He sounds very casual, as though he's talking about the weather. I don't respond to him at all. Instead, I just slice my turkey quietly. Later on at 1:00 am, Carlo's ex-girlfriend, Lucia Caruso, uploads a social media post right on time. In the photo, she can be seen resting her head against Carlo's shoulder. The background shows a night sky filled with fireworks overcasting a grand bridge. The caption reads, "He told me he can always keep me company as long as I say the word." I don't hurl my phone in a fit of anger, nor do I call Carlo to demand for answers hysterically. Instead, I just leave a like on the post. 30 seconds later, Carlo calls me. For once, his voice is tinged with a hint of alarm. "This is just a misunderstanding! I'll definitely celebrate next Christmas with you!" I just shake my head with a soft sigh. "It's a shame that there's no next Christmas for us ever again."

After Isabella loses the three children she carried for the mafia don Matteo, she finally tears herself away from his lies. But when Matteo discovers the truth behind the deaths, his guilt collides with the woman he once used as a pawn, and every secret he buried comes back to destroy the power he thought he controlled.

Vittoria Guerra was raised to rule. Born into the Cosa Nostra, she was groomed as an heir, not a daughter. Trained to read people with deadly precision, Vittoria sees what others miss—lies, weakness, intention. Power is the only certainty she trusts. When an unexpected betrayal pulls her into the hands of the ’Ndrangheta, Vittoria finds herself trapped inside enemy territory where alliances are currency and survival demands sacrifice. What begins as a strategic arrangement quickly becomes something far more dangerous. In a world ruled by blood and ambition, trust is a risk and emotion is a liability. The Don’s Daughter is a dark mafia romance about legacy, control, and a woman who was raised as a weapon in a game where every move has a cost.

With a sharp gunshot, my husband of twenty years, Marcus De Luca, rushed in front of me and took the bullet for me. As he lay dying, he spoke gently. “Nerina, live well.” I held him in my arms. My tears kept falling as I pressed hard against the wound in his chest. But he only touched my hair. His eyes fell on Vivian’s body. “She’s dead. I have no reason to live either.” It felt like a bullet had gone through my head. All the blood in my body froze. “She suffered in Sicily for twenty years.” “She finally came back, and now she died in front of me.” “Please stay alive. Bury me with her.” “If there is another life, don’t let her go to Sicily in your place again.” “Please make us whole.” His hand fell. My world collapsed. When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in front of Marcus’s father. The old Don looked at me. “Your wedding with Marcus is set for three days from now.” I lifted my head and spoke calmly. “Marcus’s bride should not be me. It should be Vivian.” “As for Sicily, I’ll go.”

Vera is a kind, sweet and beautiful 21 year old, with a heart of gold. Her Venta Black irises have the ability to Pierce through any façades she loves her family and will do anything for them but what happens when that is put to the test. without any knowledge of the secrets that lie behind the façade of her perfect family, Vera is forced into a marriage of convenience with the notorious mafia Don Julius Chrysanthos, the head of the ruling Spanish mafia. Julius is the head of the mafia, the mafia Don. he has no time for emotions, trivial things like women he has no time for gimmicks he calls emotions. but at first glance her gaze Pierce through his tall defences leaving him flushed. He is cold and devilishly alluring she is beautiful and shy he is ruthless she is kind he is sinful she is pure he is intruiged and attracted to her innocence and ethereal beauty, she is confused by his way of life one dinner changes and alters both their lives to never be the same again.. want to know how they cope when secrets are revealed, their love is put to the test by the dangerous world the fate of the mafia Don is destined to be bound by, will they survive? will they triumph? follow the journey of the Mafia Don's Wife...

I was the odd one out in the Chicago mob. Other men's women spent their time fighting for affection, clawing for power, watching out for the homewreckers. Not me. I spent mine cleaning up after my boyfriend, Don Vincent Maro. His political rivals — I squared away. His brother's messes — I handled overnight. The women he kept on the side — I dealt with personally. Last month it got worse. He asked me to go chase off a man who'd been hanging around Sofia, his new girl. Sofia pouted. "Elena really can do everything." Vincent said, "That's why I keep her around." Sofia asked, "Won't Elena be upset?" Vincent paused. "Her? She's used to it." Seven years. No title in the Maro family. No public acknowledgment. Just one function — fixing things. This time, I was tired. I slid the last stack of documents across to Vincent. He signed them one after another without looking up. When he was done, he asked: Anything else? I said: No. It's all handled. What he didn't know was that at the bottom of that stack was the document terminating every identity I held inside the Maro family. The moment his pen touched that page, I no longer belonged to the Maros. And I no longer belonged to him.

Dante "The Bull" De Luca, The ruthless Mafia boss, has made a name for himself for being merciless and cold-blooded, he has one rule: never fall in love. But when he is coerced to marry Emily, the beautiful and intelligent daughter of a rival family to secure a fragile truce, he begins to questions the existence of that single rule which has given him the reputation he has of being nothing less than ruthless and brutal. Emily is used by her father as a bargaining chip to cool down the hatred their families have groomed for many years that threatens to destroy them. Emily, determined to survive in a world of drugs, lies, and murders, she must learn to adapt quickly as the wife of one of the most dangerous men in Chicago as the risks that come with such position are severe. As she draws closer to Dante, she slowly begins to realize that the monster she married may not be as evil as the mafia world paints him to be. Will their love be the cure to a years old family disease of hate and strife, or will it spark a war that destroys everything?"