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In the sixth year after helping Blake secure his position as Don, I was both his wife and his sharpest blade. Until the day of our daughter's birthday– She was hit by a car arranged by his enemies. As her life hung by a thread, I called him dozens of times. He never answered. However, I heard that he was at a casino, spending lavishly with his first love. In that moment, whatever I felt for Blake died completely. So when he finally returned, carrying the scent of another woman, I pretended not to notice. Blake frowned and tried to explain, "Victoria is still young. The casino isn't safe. I had no choice but to stay with her." I said nothing. I only nodded. However, he suddenly flew into a rage, grabbing me by the throat, his gaze dark. "Helena, our daughter is hurt – do you think I don't care? Do you have to keep this attitude? "And it's just a minor injury. You're the Don's wife. Be more composed. Don't let your jealousy toward Victoria go too far." I let out a cold laugh. He did not know–our daughter was already gone. And neither he nor this family needed to exist in my life anymore.

I was eight months pregnant, at a charity gala with my husband, Don Massimo, when a rival family hit us. The crowd panicked. I was shoved to the floor, hard. Blood everywhere. Massimo lost his mind, screaming for medics, desperate to save my baby. But when I woke up, they were gone. Both of them. No baby, no Massimo. I remembered the gunfire, Massimo shielding me with his body. A cold dread washed over me. I hauled myself into a wheelchair and raced down the hall. That’s when I heard them—Massimo and the doctor. "Boss, I'm sorry. We did everything we could. The baby… he didn't make it." Tears streamed down my face. They killed my baby. The rival family killed my baby. But his next words shattered my world. "There was only one medical team. I had to make a choice. Bianca… she was carrying my child, too." Massimo sighed, then gave the order. "No one tells Arabella. She'll raise Bianca's son as her own. He will be my only heir." I slapped a hand over my mouth, my vision blurred by tears as I turned away. The man I loved was a lie. Fine. If he wants a war, he'll get one.

"I know your reputation quite well, Mr. Storm. You're cold, calculating, and a merciless man. Everyone fears you. Well, everyone except me." I tilt my head, intrigued at her answer. At the defiance brimming in the depths of her hazel eyes. "You're almost correct, Ms. Han. Everyone fears me, including you, even if you say otherwise." She bit down on her bottom lips, eyes trained on mine, but her fingers were shaking. I take a step forward. Then another. And another, until I have her backed up against a wall, her head shifted to the side, giving me a good view of her spotless, delicate neck. "W-what are you doing?" "Punishing you." "You're sick." "Wait till I'm done, mio cara. I'm sure that review will change for the worst." — Twenty-two-year-old Reneigh Han has been working for the Storm Enterprises since she got out of grad school. She cherishes her position, but when fate backs her into a corner and forces her to steal from the enterprises, she tries to take the secret to the grave. Elijah Storm is as ruthless as they come. A much feared Mafia Don and leader of the Storm Mafia. No one steals from him and goes scot free. When he finds out Reneigh's secret, he's determined to give her a second chance to prove her loyalty to him. Reneigh would be his for six months. A devious arrangement, yes, but Elijah Storm always gets what he wants. And he wants Reneigh. As his.

🔞 MATURE CONTENT WARNING! This book contains explicit language, sexual content and adult themes. If it's not your thing, you might want to skip this one. Otherwise; enjoy the ride!🔞 Gwendolyn thought she had the perfect life, a thriving career as a chef and a boyfriend she adored. But when he shatters her heart on their anniversary, she drowns her sorrows in a night of reckless abandon at a gay bar. One steamy encounter with Armando Denaro changes everything.   She never expected to see him again until he showed up with a shocking revelation. Armando isn’t just any man; he’s the ruthless Mafia Don, and their one-night stand has put a target on her back. To keep her safe, he offers her only one choice: a contract marriage.   Thrown into a world of power, danger, and deadly secrets, Gwen must decide if she can trust the man who holds her fate in his hands. But as passion ignites between them, she uncovers a chilling truth—their pasts are tangled in ways neither of them ever imagined.   Now, love isn’t just dangerous. It’s lethal!

Penelope’s life takes a brutal turn when her arranged marriage to Max Castillo is shattered. The night before their wedding, her step sister attacks her and kills her mother. Penelope survives the attack, but her face is left severely damaged. After undergoing surgery to restore her appearance, she vows revenge on everyone who wronged her, especially her stepsister, who not only killed her mother but also married Max, the man Penelope was meant to marry. Training under a dangerous crime boss, Penelope prepares to take down the Castillo family. She’s given one task: kill the Castillo’s Don in exchange for her revenge. To do that, she’ll have to seduce Silvio Castillo, the ruthless Mafia Don, and use him to destroy the family from the inside. But as she gets closer to Silvio, she starts to feel something she never expected: real attraction. Now, as she faces the consequences of her plan, Penelope must decide what’s more important, revenge, or the man she’s falling for. Will he forgive her for trying to kill him Will a quest for revenge destroy their love?

My best friend and my husband, Lorenzo Bartoli, fought every time they met. Lorenzo was the Don of the family, while my best friend was his Consigliere. She always fiercely opposed his most ruthless, high-risk decisions. Tempers explode every single time. But there was one rule that they both agreed on without any hesitation. No one was allowed to touch me. Because of them, no one in the city dared to cross me. Until the fifth month of my pregnancy, when I went down to the basement vault to organize Lorenzo's guns for him. I opened the safe to see stacks of letters, hundreds of them, all unsent. I picked one up. The moment I opened the letter, cold dread overwhelmed me. The receiver of the letter wasn't me. [My dearest Sofia…] I quickly scanned downward to the final lines of the letter. [If I don't make it back alive, everything in the Swissie accounts goes to you. As for Vittoria, she's a good woman, but I have never loved her.] With trembling hands, I tore open the rest of the letters like a hysterical woman. Three hundred of them in total. Every single one was addressed to Sofia Finzi. Sofia was not a stranger. She was my best friend.

　　When my husband’s brother died in a gang war, Luca came forward to “take responsibility” for his widowed sister-in-law, Sophia, and her son. 　　He used his connections to move Sophia’s son into a top-tier private academy while pushing my son down into the slum streets. He described it as "essential grit for a Mafia heir." He purchased Sophia a penthouse and a million-dollar car, yet stopped the support money meant for our child and me. 　　My son died in the street, beaten to death by some worthless thugs over a piece of rotten bread. As for me? My head was smashed in a back alley by a drug addict searching for the last ten bucks in my pocket. 　　Only when my spirit left my body did I see the truth: Sophia had controlled everything the entire time. 　　Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. One day before the wedding. 　　I did not lose even a moment. I called off the wedding with Luca and dialed his uncle, Vincenzo. If Luca wanted Sophia that much, fine. This time, I would give them exactly what they desired.

Betrayed by love. Bound by revenge. Tempted by a man she never saw coming. Her world shatters when Briella discovers her fiancé and best friend making out in a club’s vip room. But heartbreak births vengeance, and her plan? Marry the enigmatic and dangerously irresistible Braun El Cueva, a man with power, secrets, and a kiss that scorches her soul. She was supposed to use him, but instead, she craves him. He was supposed to protect her, but now he wants to possess her. Can they turn a fake marriage into something real?

"You have this beauty that captivates men, don’t you? There were plenty of naked women in this room, but the second you walked in, the men lost control. They wanted a piece of you. They wanted to own you." His fingers trail down my jaw, tilting my chin up. "Not knowing you already belong to me." I swallow hard, my breath caught in my throat. He moves away, settling into a chair with ease. He unbuttons his coat, leans back, spreads his legs apart like a king, which I guess he is... And then, his voice turns lethal. "From now on, Ariella Costa, you are mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to do with as I please." The words hit me like a heart attack. "Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me." He smirks, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "I own you."

“Six million,” the translator said. “And your daughter belongs to the Moretti family.” I wasn't a bride; I was a debt settlement. Sold to settle my father's gambling debts, I was handed over to the most feared man in the underworld: Dante Moretti. They call him the #SilentDon. He hasn't spoken a word in five years, ruling the city through cold violence and terrifying shadows. He is a #PossessiveAlpha who doesn't negotiate—he owns. But I have a secret. I’m not just a trophy wife. I am a #SecretGenius, a master strategist who can dismantle an empire before the first shot is fired. I thought I could outsmart a man who doesn't speak. I thought this #ArrangedMarriage was my cage, but I was wrong. Dante didn’t buy me for my beauty. He bought me for my mind. He’s been watching me for years, waiting for the perfect moment to trap me in his world. In this #MafiaRomance, the stakes are lethal. As rivals circle and blood spills, I realize the most dangerous thing about the Silent Don isn’t his silence—it’s the way he looks at me when we’re alone. I am bound to a monster. And the only thing more dangerous than being his enemy? Being his obsession.