Don't Take It Seriously

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.

When my father died, all the security I knew was taken away. Wilder, my husband found his true mate, and married my half-sister. Thrown out of the pack, when no one knew I was pregnant. I returned to my father's pack. The situation forced me to face Mattia Orazio, the Sicilian Cosa Nostra Mafia. Her beauty belies her predatory nature. The debt left by my father made me bargain with Mattia, and I had no choice but to enter into a contract marriage with him, to save my family's inheritance. But what if Mattia finds out I'm a shifter? What if my ex-husband finds out about the son I hid from him? Who can be my safe place from these two bastard men?

My name is Mia, and I am the middle child of Don and Donna Costa. I am also the black sheep of the family. Or the ugly duckling, as my mother would call me. My shift ended a few hours ago, but it takes me long to get home as I do not have a car like my brother, Leonardo, the oldest, or my sister, Amara, the beautiful one and youngest in the family. As you may gather from my story so far, my parents do not care about me. I walk into the house with a sigh. I have seen the cars in front of our home, and I know my family has friends over. "You have nothing I want! You stole from us, and today I will kill your whole family," I hear an angry voice. I wonder what my father has done this time to piss someone off. "Godfather, give me another chance. You can have my beautiful daughter as your wife," My father begs. Holy shit! My father stole from the godfather? I know the godfather is about thirty, and his name is Riccardo Marina. The Marina family is the most powerful in the American mafia. "I do not like blond blue-eyed sluts. I prefer women with dark hair. Besides, Everyone in town knows Amara Costa! She has been around the block," Riccardo says with disgust. I do not know what to do. Shall I hide? Not many people know my parents have another daughter. I am never invited to their parties as my family is ashamed of me. I do not care for my family, and they can die for all I care. "I have another daughter with dark hair. Maybe you will fancy her," My father begs again. I sigh. Typical!

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.

I always knew Wilbet was cruel. But I never thought he’d put a price on me. A marriage built on duty. A husband who thrived on power. And now, a contract that sealed my fate. To another man. Thirty million dollars. That’s all it took for Wilbet to sign me away like a business deal, like I was nothing. As I sat across from the stranger who now owned me, I realized something chilling. He never once looked at Wilbet. Only at me. And in his gaze, I saw it—possession. This wasn’t love. This wasn’t escape. This was the beginning of something far more dangerous.

"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.....

Madison Rose Arellano agreed to marry a man named Marco Gavino Moretti in order to save her family's business. She had never met or even faced this man in person. All she knew about him were the negative views and opinions of other people. While she was afraid to marry someone she didn't know would treat her well, she was more afraid of what her father might do if she didn't follow his wishes. But how can she be a good wife to the person she married when, on the very first night, after their passionate union, he leaves her. No goodbyes, no words left behind. When she wake up... he's gone.

Anita Richardson, a top model in New York City, got entangled in a scandal that threatened to end her career. She had to seek refuge from none other than the famous, Mr. Rivers, CEO of Opulence Entertainment. What happens after she made a deal with him even though several details weren't made clear to her? Something that had to do with her being a substitute mom for his twin kids, aside from her being a substitute for his runaway wife... With a past as dark as night she was desperate to keep hidden and protect, how was she to take care of others when she wasn't really doing well in taking care of herself? When love's shackles threatened to stand in the way of her plans, Anita finds herself caged between her past and present. Was she going to ignore the hurt of the past with its scars, and let love guide her? Or would she make good use of her situation to avenge her broken self and get back what had been originally hers?

He wanted vengeance. She became his weakness. Damien Rossi built an empire on blood, lies, and control, until he captured the daughter of the man who betrayed his family. Amara Vale was supposed to be his punishment… but she turned into the one thing he could never let go. In a world where loyalty kills and love is a weapon, their passion becomes the ultimate war. And the deeper they fall, the more dangerous it gets. He’s her captor. She’s his salvation. Together, they’ll burn the world to ashes.

When I was five months pregnant, my mafia husband Dante Pierce had an affair with his childhood sweetheart. That was when I discovered that our marriage certificate was fake. He had secretly married someone else behind my back. Even worse, the child I was carrying would be excluded from the family inheritance. From beginning to end, I was nothing more than a public front for his precious childhood sweetheart. After learning the truth, I did not cry or throw a tantrum. I quietly erased my legal identity, changed my name and disappeared forever with my child. However, later, everyone claimed that Dante, head of the Pierce family, was a hopeless romantic who had given up everything to search for the wife and child who had vanished without a trace.