Don't Mess With Mrs. Jefferson

The second I opened my eyes, I knew. I was twenty-seven again. Back when I was the Leone heiress. The golden girl of Arezzo. Engaged to the Don of the Grimaldis—Marco Grimaldi. Handsome. Loaded. Time magazine's "No.1 Most Desirable Husband in the World." Even the royal family of Inglane had tried to marry a princess off to him. Everyone called me the luckiest woman alive. Yeah. Right. The first thing I did after coming back? I grabbed the marriage contract and walked straight to my father's affair daughter— the fiancée Marco had actually wanted all along. Bella Leone. I slid the contract across the table. "It's yours. You're marrying Marco." She just stared at me. Six years. That's how long I'd chased him. And now I was handing over the contract like it meant nothing. "Everyone thinks you're the better match anyway," I said. "So go ahead. Convince Dad to get the Grimaldis to switch the contract. You can have the Grimaldi Donna title." Not this time. I'm not becoming that suffocated, invisible Don's wife ever again.

Oh my goodness! "You... You killed him" My lips trembled as I spoke. My eyes focused on Cyrus blood which was spreading out. "Your turn, Step Sister" ******** Betrayed by her lover, Grisella Morretti falls into the trap of Don Raniero, her foster brother who was a ruthless Mafia Boss. To Don Raniero, she was a gold thief that he had to teach some sort of lesson and extract a heavy price for crossing him. But what he doesn't know is that Grisella's capture is just merely a pawn in her own game of REVENGE. Put on your seatbelt as we dive into this gripping tale of secrets, lies and hidden truths.

"Say it," Tenz growled, yanking her hips against the hood of his blacked-out car, his hand wrapped around her throat like a necklace made of danger. Kyoline's breath shuddered as his mouth traced her jaw, his fingers sliding under the hem of her leather skirt, teasing, threatening. "Say you're mine, or I'll make you say it with your teeth clenched and your legs shaking," he hissed, dragging his tongue along her collarbone. She smirked through the haze of lust and war. "I'm not yours, Tenz... I'm just letting you play with me until someone better comes to steal me." "Someone like who?" he spat. A cold voice answered from behind the shadows. "Like me," Isaac said. And just like that... the chaos began. --- Kyoline Diego was born of blood, betrayal, and gunfire. A mafia princess with ash in her veins and a Glock in her purse. Her childhood ended the day her father-a respected Made Man-was assassinated. Left for dead, she crawled from the ruins with nothing but vengeance and two younger siblings she'd kill for. Now eighteen and jaded, Kyoline bartends for mob rats by night, runs guns for a price, and slays in gold heels by morning. Love? It's not on the agenda. Survival is. Enter Tenz Jersey-her inked-up, lie-laced mafia beau. The man who f*cks like a god and lies like a sermon. He gives her fire, chaos, and a reason to breathe. He also gives her bruises she wears like medals and promises that vanish like smoke. She tells herself he's enough. Until Isaac. Cold. Calculating. Beautiful in a way that feels like a bullet wound. He shoves her into an unmarked SUV, claims he's NYPD, feeds her lies and cannoli-then laughs while she figures out he's actually the most lethal hitman.....

His steel gray eyes pierced into hers, and Rose felt like he become luring her into his daJA abyss. She took worried steps backward, however she didn't understand that he cherished the chase and derived pride from looking her run.She knew she couldn't run nor conceal from him, but there has been no different choice. He without difficulty cornered her in opposition to the wall, trapping her there. considered one of his arms snaked round her tiny waist, and the other caged her among himself and the wall. "tell me what you need, Rose," he stated, his hot breath fanning her neck. The moonlight cast a shadow on him, making him appear to be the satan he was. "What I need is to tug you to hell in which humans like you belong," she seethed. He let out a raw, deep giggle that had her insides twisting."And you suspect you will go away hell after dragging me there? interesting," James chuckled. "i'll ensure you might not get out of there. i'll make certain you have got nowhere else to run however my arms. My call can be the handiest factor you can pronounce as it might be the simplest element you think about, and whilst that occurs, you will be absolutely mine, Rose," he stated sinisterly. Trapped among love and struggle, Rose need to sail through if she intends to protect the humans she loves.

Livia Rossi had done everything to escape her father and the Italian Mafia. She denied her roots and even changed her last name. All her efforts go down the drain when her family finally finds her. To punish her for her indiscretions, she suffers and is later sold to the highest bidder as a slave. She is sold to her father’s rival, the Russian Mafia. She fears for the worst but things take a turn when she realizes her chance for survival is to pretend she’s not an Italian Mafia Princess. Since her family murdered the sister of the Pakhan of the Bratva, she knows the Bratva will kill her. What happens when she falls for the big bad Pakhan? Will he forgive her when he finds out she’s the daughter of the man who killed his sister, or will Livia escape the throes of the Bratva? In a foreign land where she doesn’t know anyone, she has to do anything to escape. Even if it means crossing Maxim Novikov and Bratva. She can’t let anyone, especially the Pakhan, deter her plans to destroy her family.

Gadis mana yang tak akan bahagia jika memiliki seorang pacar atau kekasih yang tampan, kaya dan mapan. Seorang kekasih yang akan memberikan apapun yang kita mau dan kita inginkan. Tak hanya barang-barang branded dan limited edition tapi juga bisa mengabulkan keinginan kita saat ingin berlibur kemana saja. Jangankan hanya mengelilingi dalam negeri, mengelilingi dunia pun bisa. Tentunya banyak gadis yang akan merasa senang dan bahagia jika bisa memiliki pacar yang nyaris sempurna seperti itu. Nyatanya, semua itu tak berlaku bagi Gladys Nathania Mahestri, seorang mahasiswi kedokteran tingkat akhir di salah satu perguruan tinggi ternama di Jakarta. Gladys justeru sering merasa merana dan makan hati karena kekasihnya. Bukan karena kekasihnya tidak tampan dan kaya atau mapan. Bukan karena itu. Sungguh, Gladys bukannya tidak mau bersyukur memiliki kekasih seperti Alfandra Shaquille Bimantara yang kadar ketampanan dan kekayaannya di atas rata-rata. Lalu, apakah yang menyebabkan Gladys sering merana dan makan hati karena sang kekasih? Berhasilkah apa yang diharapkan oleh Gladys dari sang kekasih? Ikuti kisah perjalanan cinta Gladys yang penuh liku hanya di Goodnovel.

Everyone said my good looks were what saved me from my family's downfall. It was how I managed to become a Donna. I was the only one who knew why he had to compromise to marry me. Xavier Whitmore, the tall and handsome Don, was unable to have physical relationships with a woman. When I shyly took off the gown on our wedding night, he sat in his chair and lit a cigarette before remarking in an icy voice, "I'm allergic to women. That said, you have my word that you will be the only woman in my life." He kept his promise. Though he never so much as touched me in the five years of our marriage, he provided me with a life of luxury and wealth. Although it was merely a title, being his only woman brought me happiness. Everything changed on the day my men and I were ambushed by a rival mafia family. We barely made it out alive. When I returned home, I found him locked in a tight embrace with his widowed sister-in-law, Alice Ortega. "Alice, I won't let you remarry. If you do, I'll make sure that man dies a thousand deaths." I scoffed. It wasn't so much that he couldn't handle being physical with a woman. It was simply that he could not be physical with anyone but her. In that case, she could have the pleasure of being the Donna.

I met him in a place no sane woman should ever be in Blackgate Prison. As a prison therapist, I was trained to see danger. Every part of me screamed to stay away, but I couldn’t. He was a legend behind bars, Nikolai Sokolov, ruthless, untouchable, the leader of one of Russia’s most feared Mafia syndicates. Darkness clung to him like a second skin. The dim light carved his face into something sharp and dangerous. He looked at me, cold and unreadable, and held me in place with his gaze. “Who are you?” His voice was rough, heavy with threats and scars I couldn’t see. I forced a smile, trying to keep my voice steady. And yet… a part of me felt at home in this danger, a shadow inside I had never admitted, one that hummed quietly at his presence. It was darkness like his, though he couldn’t know it. “I’m Dr. Korovin. I’m here to evaluate you.” The chains rattled as he shifted, a predator testing the limits of his cage. His lips curved, not into a smile, but into a warning. “My name is Nikolai,” he said slowly, deliberately, heavy with threat. “Remember it, Doctor.” I should have been scared. I should have run. But something inside me stirred, something dark, like him, and I didn’t yet understand it.

Nachdem meine jüngere Schwester ins Ausland gegangen war, heiratete ich an ihrer Stelle den Mafia-Don. Fünf Jahre nach unserer Hochzeit waren wir zu erbitterten Feinden geworden. Er hasste mich, weil ich angeblich meine Schwester vertrieben und mich in die Ehe hineinmanövriert hatte. Ich hasste ihn, weil er mich immer nur als Ersatz behandelte und mich nie vor aller Welt als seine Frau anerkannte. Mein fehlender Status brachte meinen eitlen Eltern nur Demütigung. Von diesem Moment an verwandelte sich ihre Liebe zu mir in Hass. Am Ende ließen er und meine Eltern mich auf einem verschneiten Berg zurück, während sie mit meiner Schwester Weihnachten feierten. In der bitteren Kälte starb ich gemeinsam mit dem Kind, das ich niemals kennenlernen durfte. Währenddessen badete meine Schwester in der Liebe aller und erlebte das glücklichste Weihnachten ihres Lebens. Als ich die Augen wieder öffnete, war ich zu dem Tag zurückgekehrt, an dem meine Schwester aus dem Ausland heimkam. Diesmal würde ich weder Gideon Wade noch meine Eltern jemals wieder um Liebe anbetteln.

She was his unknown damnation. He was just another to add to her death row. ``` 25 year old Alina Diaz, detective Lina by day, and a ruthless assassin by night. When past trauma of losing both her father and brother in one night leads her to a life of violence, weapons, fists and blood. From affluence to gang life, Alina loses all trace of fragility in her. When she’s given a new mission: “Infiltrate the Mexican Mafia estate and assassinate Antonio Alvarez”, Lina dives headfirst into a messy, tangled web of dangerous temptation, uncovered secrets and new discoveries. 33 year old Antonio Alvarez, a powerful don haunted by control, loyalty, and the slow realization that love is the one thing he can’t command, sharpened by the cruel reality of his world, is seen as a heartless beast just like his father and he makes no attempt to clear up the misconception. Cold, unwavering and devilishly handsome. He can snap a neck in mere seconds, and hold children delicately with those same hands. When the line between loyalty and burning passion blurs, when wrenching secrets are uncovered, will love really heal open wounds, or will it add fuel to the engulfing flames? WARNING!! BOOK CONTAINS: Language| Sexual activities| Substance| Violence If you love Action, drama and romance packed into one, then you’ve found the book for you. Please, like, share, comment and don’t forget to add to library to keep up with daily updates!