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Marry him or die" When Lira is abducted, she is given an impossible choice, to impersonate Sophia Vale and marry the ruthless mafia lord Sebastian Jameson or watch her grandmother die. She has no choice but to say, "I do" But Sebastian doesn't want a wife; he wants revenge, and he swears to destroy the woman she represents. However, the line between hatred and desire is thinner than she thought, and when Lira finds herself falling for Sebastian, the truth about her identity could destroy it all. Can her marriage survive the deception and lies it was built on?

"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."

My father was murdered. My best friend was raped and killed. All I wanted was revenge—nothing more, nothing less. I needed power, or someone more powerful. And I already had one: Giovanni Macini, the most feared mafia boss in Madrid. The man my father bound me to through a contract I never wanted. I thought I could use him—his influence, his ruthlessness—to get what I craved. But his power came with a price I never planned to pay: satisfying his sexual demands. I told myself it was just sex. It wasn’t. It was the way he looked into my eyes, commanding every inch of me. His fierce, handsome face was stealing my breath every time our gazes locked. I planned to use him for revenge. But now… I’m starting to love the way he uses me. Will my plan survive? Or will I fall completely before I get my vengeance? Click “READ” if you dare to be soiled in this 18+ Dark Mafia Romance which contains Revenge, Power, and Forbidden Desire.

Eu estava casada havia cinco anos com Matteo, o Don da família Lamberti. Ninguém sabia que eu era sua esposa. Eu não queria os privilégios. Nem os holofotes. Então permaneci invisível. Nós estávamos apaixonados. Ainda parecia que estávamos namorando todos os dias. Então meu primeiro dia no novo hospital destruiu tudo. — Dra. Accardi, você não vai acreditar nisso. — Uma colega se inclinou, sorrindo. — Adivinha quem é o marido daquela nova paciente? Matteo, o maldito Matteo Lamberti. Eu congelei. Se ela era a esposa dele… então quem era eu? Ela estava grávida. Carregando o futuro herdeiro da família Lamberti. Então o que isso fazia do bebê dentro de mim? Eu me controlei. Fiz o exame. Interpretei o papel da médica calma e competente. Ninguém viu o pânico me dilacerando por dentro. Eu disse a mim mesma que era apenas fofoca. Mentiras. Tinha que ser. Então ouvi Matteo chamá-la de "minha princesa". Aquilo foi o fim. Ele tinha uma nova "princesa". E eu precisava deixá-lo ir.

I’m the best art forger and intel specialist in Chicago. And I fell for the man who owned it all, Don Vincenzo Russo. For ten years, I was his secret, his weapon, and his woman. I built his empire from the shadows. I thought I’d get a ring. After all, every night he was in this city, he was buried inside me, taking his pleasure. He’d whisper that I was his, that no one else felt this good. But this time, after he was finished with me, he announced he was marrying the Russian Bratva princess, Katerina Petrov. That’s when I knew. I wasn’t his woman. I was just a body. For an alliance, for her, he sacrificed me. He left me to die. So I destroyed every piece of the life he gave me. I made one call to my father in Italy. And then, I vanished. But when the Don who owned Chicago couldn't find his favorite toy… he went insane.

En nuestro séptimo aniversario de bodas, estaba montada sobre las piernas de mi esposo, Lucian, el Don de la mafia, besándolo con pasión. Mis dedos hurgaban con disimulo en el bolsillo de mi costoso vestido de seda, buscando la prueba de embarazo que había escondido ahí. Quería guardarme la noticia inesperada para el final de la noche. La mano derecha de Lucian, Marco, preguntó con una sonrisa sugerente en italiano: —Don… ¿qué tal su nuevo secretito? La risa burlona de Lucian vibró en mi pecho y sentí cómo se me revolvía el estómago. Respondió, también en italiano: —Como un durazno verde. Fresco y tierno. Su mano todavía acariciaba mi cintura, pero tenía la mirada perdida. —Que esto quede entre nosotros. Si mi Donna se entera, me mata. Sus hombres rieron con complicidad, alzando sus copas y jurando guardar el secreto. El calor que sentía en el cuerpo se me fue extinguiendo. Lo que ellos no sabían es que mi abuela era de Sicilia, así que entendí cada una de sus palabras. Me obligué a mantener la calma, con la sonrisa perfecta de una matriarca, pero la mano con la que sostenía la copa de champaña me temblaba. En lugar de hacer una escena, tomé el celular, busqué la invitación que había recibido hacía unos días para un proyecto privado de investigación médica internacional y acepté. En tres días, iba a desaparecer del mundo de Lucian.

MARIANNA: After years of running around and doing his bidding, I'm tired of being my father's pawn. So what would someone in my position do when they're sent to spy on the enemy? I'll tell you what they don't do. 1. Seduce the enemy. 2. Steal from him and then pin the theft on your father. 3. Kidnap the enemy's right-hand man after shooting him (But to be honest this was Paulo's fuck up. Not mine) 4. Fall for said enemy and (drumroll please) get pregnant. But you can't judge me when you haven't met Cristiano De Luca or his schlong. CRISTIANO: This woman is going to be the end of me. Tropes: Crazy Female Lead, Powerful Male Lead, Crazier side characters, He falls first, Hidden identity, A little love triangle, A sprinkle of violence and a healthy amount of spice. Guaranteed Happily Ever After. Previously titled Carina and Christiano

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.

Elena Russo lost the one person who meant the world to her brother, and ever since then; she was deeply fueled by the strong urge for revenge on the family that murdered him. She dedicated her life to this cause as an understated waitress by day and a renowned genius hacker in the Mafia underworld by night. All her efforts to track down the Moretti family were useless. Everyone knew who they were, yet no one knew them. What happens when Elena decides to loosen up on a certain night and recklessly has a one-night stand with the same man she had been searching for all her life-Luca Moretti? And when she finds herself falling deeply for this same person, and facing a shocking revelation that all she had believed for years was nothing but a lie, what happens next? Why don't you find out?

Fünf Jahre nach meiner Heirat mit dem Don, Ives Moretti, ließ er mich bei einer Schießerei zum Sterben zurück – nur um seine Geliebte Isabella in Sicherheit zu bringen. Drei Tage später kam ich in einem privaten Krankenzimmer wieder zu mir. Keine Entschuldigung. Ives blieb kalt. „Du bist meine Frau. Du kanntest die Risiken. Hör auf, so ein Drama zu machen.“ Dann fügte er hinzu: „Isabella ist anders. Sie ist zerbrechlich. Sie hat mich gebraucht.“ Danach folgten drei Monate eisiges Schweigen. Wie immer wartete er darauf, dass ich nachgebe. Dass ich zurückkrieche und um Vergebung bitte. Drei Monate später servierte ich Isabella das Irland-Geschäft auf dem Silbertablett. Den Deal, an dem ich ein halbes Jahr lang gearbeitet hatte. Ives sah es als Versöhnungsgeste. Er lächelte – etwas, das inzwischen selten und fast schon fremd wirkte. „Ich wusste, dass du zur Vernunft kommst. Zur Belohnung fliegen wir nach Vegas. Ich weiß, dass du schon immer dorthin wolltest.“ Schon am nächsten Tag brach er sein Versprechen. Er nahm stattdessen sie mit nach Vegas. Mir sagte er: „Das ist eine dringende Familienangelegenheit.“ Dieses Mal weinte ich nicht. Ich machte keine Szene. Ives war zufrieden – so verständnisvoll, seine Frau. Er hatte keine Ahnung, dass ich bereits alle Verbindungen zur Moretti-Familie kappte. Dass er die Scheidungspapiere längst unterschrieben hatte. Ich war frei.