Don T You Remember

“Did you think you could run from me, doll? Or is this just your way of testing me?" After being abandoned by her family, being sold by her godmother was the last thing Iris Paulman expected. Raised in a church in a small town, Iris’s world was one filled with faith and innocence. But when her godmother put her up for sale to clear her pending debt, Irish life takes a drastic turn. What happens when ruthless mafia lord Damon Vyon decides to buy her?

“Spread those thighs, little one.” His voice was a low growl as his hand closed around her hips. “Y-yes, Daddy,” she gasped, trembling as he dragged her down to his mouth. “Mmmhh… Daddy’s good girl,” he muttered darkly against her slick heat. “From this moment, your body, your screams, your soul—belong to me.” **************************************** He bought her with blood money. He keeps her with chains and silk. She swears she’ll never bend, but in his world of shadows and sin, defiance only feeds his hunger. In Naples, he’s “Il Diavolo”—the devil every man fears. To her, he’s the ruthless savior who dragged her from an auction block straight into hell. And hell has never felt so addictive. Claimed by the Don is a dark mafia romance laced with filthy dominance, dangerous obsession, and a love story sharp enough to cut.

Si Maria Lagdameo ay naglalakbay sa masalimuot na mundo ng pag-ibig,pagtataksil, at pagkakanulo. Bilang matagal nang kasintahan ni Roland Espedilla, ibinuhos ni Maria ang kanyang puso at kaluluwa para sa kanyang nobyo naniniwalang ang kanilang pagmamahalan ay totoo . Ngunit sa likod ng ngiti at pangako, nagtatago ang madilim na katotohanan: ginagamit lamang siya ni Roland para sa kanyang bisyo at mga kapritso. Noong naharap si Roland sa matinding problema sa pera at nagiit sa malaking pagkakautang, nagdesisyon siyang ipagbili si Maria sa isang may-ari ng bar, na tila isang masamang bangungot na walang katapusang pagsubok. Inaasahan ni Maria ang isang romantikong date at pagpakilala sa mga kaibigan ni Roland, ngunit ang tunay na layunin ng gabing iyon ay magpapabagsak sa kanyang mundo at kasabwat pa ang matalik na kaibigan na si Rowena at kalaguyo ni Roland na 'di niya inaasahang magagawa ito sa kanya. Nang biglang magbago ng takbo ng mga pangyayari, natagpuan ni Maria ang sarili sa isang sitwasyon ng panganib at pagsisisi, na nagdudulot ng isang gabing tutukuyin ang kanyang kapalaran at pagkakaroon ng isang One-night-stand sa isang napakagwapong estranghero na 'di niya inaakala ay isang CEO ng naglalakihang RTW Chain ng bansa at inaakala siyang isang bayarang babae. Sa kanyang pagbabalik sa Cebu, upang makalimot sa madilim na nakaraan at bagong panimula ay natuklasan niyang buntis siya at bunga ng isang gabi ng isang estranghero-isang bagong simula sa gitna ng pagkawasak. Ngunit ang kanyang kwento ay hindi dito nagtatapos. Sa muling pagkikita nila Kean Ambrosio, ang makapangyarihang CEO ng Klean RTW at ama ng kanyang dinadala, nag-uumpisa ang paglalakbay sa pangalawang pagkakataon ng pag-ibig ni Maria. Paano niya haharapin ang kanyang nakaraan at ang mga alaala ng sakit na dulot ni Roland at Rowena? Makakaya bang magmahal at magtiwala ulit ni Maria sa katauhan ni Kean?

Am Tag der geplanten Zwillingsgeburt bestach ich den Hausarzt. Ich ließ mir alle starken Wehenhemmer der Klinik injizieren, um die Entbindung künstlich zu verzögern. Warum? Weil in meinem letzten Leben, Vincent Corleone – mein Ehemann, der Don – behauptete, eine geringe Spermienzahl zu haben. Um einen Erben zu hinterlassen, unterhielt er zehn Geliebte. Er verkündete: Wer zuerst einen Sohn gebäre, deren Sohn werde der nächste Don der Familie Corleone. Er sagte, sobald ich mein Kind vor allen anderen gebäre, würde er alle Geliebten fortschicken und meinem Sohn die Nachfolge der Familie überlassen. Ich glaubte ihm. Als ich unerwartet mit Zwillingen schwanger wurde, zitterte ich vor Aufregung. Doch unmittelbar nach der Geburt ließ er mich und die Neugeborenen in den kalten Weinkeller werfen und verbot jedem, sich uns zu nähern. „Lucy kommt aus einfachen Verhältnissen. Ich wollte ihrem Kind lediglich einen legitimen Status geben, damit es ihr und dem Jungen künftig besser geht. Doch du hast absichtlich Informationen durchsickern lassen! Aus Verzweiflung starb sie bei der Geburt – mit dem ungeborenen Kind.“ „Du bist so grausam, dass du es nicht verdienst, die Mutter des Erben der Familie Corleone zu sein! Denk über dein Verhalten nach, in drei Tagen lasse ich dich wieder hinaus.“ Dann befahl er dem Butler, die Kellertür von außen zu verrammeln. Doch er wusste es nicht: In jener Nacht brach im Weinkeller ein Feuer aus, und ich wurde gemeinsam mit meinen Kindern in den Flammen verbrannt. Als ich die Augen wieder öffnete, befand ich mich in der Nacht vor der Entbindung. In diesem Leben würde ich nicht länger die Donna sein. Sobald ich die Kinder geboren und meine Kräfte zurückgewonnen hätte, würde ich meine Kinder nehmen und für immer verschwinden.

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.

“Here's the deal. Do that lawyer stuff that you do. Try to send me to jail.” “What?” I blinked. “I'm giving you a year, but in my territory. I'm not sending you back to the U.S, so better get used to Italy like you once lived.” “Excuse-” “But you'll have everything. Every resource. Impress me, show me why you're a top lawyer and get me locked up. Prove to everyone that I killed your parents.” “I'll send you to jail, even if it's the last thing I do, Roman. You're trying to ruin my life again, but this time I won't let you. You're finished.” “Now, the condition.” My eyes widened. Now a condition? “If you don't succeed, you won't ever have an opinion. You'll be my plaything, my pet, my personal slave, my cum bucket. You'll be whatever I want you to be, do you understand?” I felt instant chills ripple through me. “So that's what you want? To control me after killing my parents?” “Yes, exactly that. I want to humiliate you so badly, so better impress me and send me to jail, Gianna. Better do it.” His voice was thick with warning. No matter how much I desire him, I'll make sure he rots in jail. …… We don't always get what we want, Gianna. He killed her parents and she managed to escape the house fire. Years later and this invincible Mafia don gets arrested in the United States, and she's the top lawyer in charge of his case? Hmm, I wonder what happened next.

LUCIA: I'm thrown into a world of chaos when I hear that my family is part of the Italian mafia. No, scratch that - my family is the Italian mafia - and as tradition states, I'll be getting married to the bratva head. My world is in shambles when I see how cold and ruthless my husband is. Despite how handsome and attractive he is, I give myself one assignment; stay as far away from him as possible. But as neither my body nor my heart gets the message, I have to think of a way to conceal my emotions from him. IVAN: My life's purpose has always been to take over from my father as the head of the bratva. That's practically what I was born for; to kill and destroy. But for that to happen, I must get married, which isn't a problem since an arranged marriage to the Italian mafia princess has long been formed for us. What becomes a problem is the strange feelings that begin to steer within me the moment I'm married to my wife. Now I have another purpose added to the list; kill, destroy and love.

An impulsive murder of the next Tzar landed the Russian Mafia Princess, Dinara Anya Isyanov in the States as a fugitive. The perfect plan was to flee to a safer secluded area but the night she was to be shipped, she was kidnapped. Her Kidnapper insisted that she was their daughter, Serena White, who happens to be her doppelganger! With the shipment off-shore and Dinara on the shore; she decided an identity theft was in order. But as if she wasn't in jeopardy enough Serena White was engaged to the Italian Mafia's heir who was an arch-enemy of the Russian Mafia!

“I’ll keep you safe, Anya. Even if I have to lock you away.” * * Her brother kept her away from the Bratva’s bloody world. But the night he was killed, Anya Vasiliev was thrown into it. Straight into the arms of his best friend, Roman Sokolov. Now the new Pakhan, Roman swears she’s safest with him. But his protection feels like a prison… and his obsession, like chains tightening around her throat. He says he’ll burn Moscow to the ground for her. But will she ever escape the man who swore she’ll belong to him? No matter the cost?

BOOK #6 - WRIGHT-PETROV SERIES After her father's death, Kamilla lost her association with her father's employer. The Petrov family. Everything else followed. People she considered friends, including her boyfriend, turned their backs on her. She was outcasted by the same people previously groveling to please her. Overnight, she becomes a nobody. An easy target for the hypocrites of society. Nonetheless, she endures. She is far stronger than anyone realizes. However, someone thought she needed protection. "Why are you doing this, Mr. Samuel Petrov? I do not need the frivolity of your world. And please do not give me that lame excuse about being my father's friend again," she shows her defiance by meeting his calm gaze with her sharp angry one. "Believe me, Kamilla, you will not want to hear my reasons." Samuel bore her with an ominous look, attempting to dismiss her. "What reasons, Mr. Petrov? Does it include watching me sleep in the middle of the night? Or your huge one down there having a hard-on whenever you see me in my flimsy nightgown?" with regained boldness, she sassed while pointing at the bump of his pants. Samuel raised a brow in response to her brazenness. "It's just the tip of the iceberg you are seeing, Kamilla. You do not want to know the rest of it," his voice turned icy cold as he gritted every word. "I'm no angel, Samuel Petrov. I can smell your desire since day one, baby" A suggestive sultry smile carves her lips. "Fuck you, Kamilla. Don't call me baby" she was no longer surprise when he swiftly pulled and pinned her on the couch. "It's dangerous" His ragged hot breath fanned her face, and a rock-hard thing was wedged between them.