El Principito Y La Rosa

They say the devil wears a three-piece suit. Mine wore a ring stamped with a golden lion, the symbol of the Ricci mafia. It was on a night of fire and ashes that my life changed. My name was Alaya, and I was just a girl among many others, born in the alleys of a neighborhood where poverty poisons you from the cradle. My mother, sick, had only me... and the debts. That night, they came. They knocked on the door. Three men in black. Not a word, just an envelope, and a chilling phrase: — "Your daughter is still a virgin, isn't she? The boss pays dearly for that." I had no choice. His name was Santino Ricci. Cold. Magnetic. Dangerous. The head of one of the most powerful families in Italy. He looked at me like one looks at precious merchandise. Then he said: — "You will be my wife. No matter how you feel." And I signed my condemnation. This marriage was not a union... but a gilded cage. I learned to survive among snakes. I saw death. I saw blood. I heard the screams of girls who, like me, had been sold. But what they had not anticipated... was that the little broken virgin would eventually bite back.

Rosalie once loved Jacqueline, back when he was a dangerously handsome playboy. But he broke her heart, took her innocence, and left her pregnant with his triplets while he found his fated mate. Years later, Rosa has moved on, blending into the human world and focusing on raising her boys. But when Jacqueline reappears in her life, he's no longer the carefree man she once knew. He’s now an Alpha—darker, more powerful, and unpredictable. Her heart still aches for him, but loving an Alpha comes with dangerous consequences.

Livia, an insatiable nymph with unacknowledged desires, is about to become much more than just a servant in the eyes of the powerful businessman Alessandro. Every glance from the billionaire Alessandro burns her from within. He, ruthless and arrogant, knows exactly what he wants, and he also knows that his power can obtain anything, including her heart, if she grants it to him. But a contract, signed under the impulse of growing passion, will bind their lives in an unprecedented way. A contract that goes beyond the simple terms of an agreement. Livia must bear his child, and Alessandro, much more than just a businessman, finds himself forced to lose himself in a dangerous game where feelings and sensuality intertwine. The question remains: can a contract signed in ecstasy truly be a promise of love, or is it merely a trap? Will Livia have control, or will she be the one dominated by a billionaire whose heart seems as cold as his gaze? They will cross boundaries that neither of them had anticipated…

The love triangle spans between Greg & Denise who were once childhood and college sweetheart. After the death of her father and Greg's disapperance leading to her psychosis, her mother pressures her to marry her college billionaire, Colin De La Rosa, who was also formerly a friend of Greg. Her life became serial hell and no option of backing out laced with subtle abuse. In what seems like Business date, Colin asked her to dance to the investors to entertain them to win their heart in other for them to invest in his company which was already going south (bankrupt). She was pushed by Colin' mistress from the lounge stairs while pregnant unknown to Colin and bleeding profusely. When the party goers saw her falling, they all cheered in the fun of it. A man whose touch was familiar rushed her the hospital. However after divorcing her husband, who failed to visit her on her hospital bed after her near death experience, will she forgive the man Greg, her former lover who took her to the hospital and accept his proposal to start a new beginning? Even after accepting the proposal, if she get to find how Greg truly made his money will she continue to love him? Find out on this beautiful story.

My husband’s company went bankrupt, and his creditors quickly came over to threaten him. Then, of course, they asked me for the money. Milo Cardilo, my husband, was worried that they would hurt me, so he shielded me and said while crying, “Stella, the company owes ten million dollars. Let’s fake a divorce and split our assets. That way, I won’t drag you down with my debts. Trust me, honey. Once this is settled, we can get married again.” His sincerity and selflessness touched me. When the creditors came to drag him out of his company to beat him up again, I stepped forward. “I’m Stella York, and my father is the Don of the Rosa Family. Let my husband go, and I’ll give you the money.” But when I went downstairs to call my estranged father, I heard my husband talk to his creditors. “Don’t believe her. How could she possibly be the Principessa of the Rosa Family? She must be bluffing to stall for time. Make your act more convincing. Puncture all the fake blood bags I have on me! Once she signs the agreement to walk away with nothing, I’ll pay you ten times the acting fee!” My heart went cold. So, when it was time to sign the divorce agreement, I agreed without hesitation. Milo sighed in relief, but what he did not know was that he was going to pay the price for his deceit.

- Oh yes ... there ... again ... stronger! Saccaded groans resounded through the walls, sneaking like a poison to the ears of Élodie. His breath was cut. Her heart tightened in his chest. No ... not that ... His trembling fingers gently pushed the door ajar in the guest room. And what she saw cut her legs. His fiancé, Victor, naked, in sweat, tackled Isabelle's offered body against the mattress, her hips hammering her basin with frightening brutality. -Damn, you are so good ... he growled, grabbing his sister's hair. Élodie gave her mouth a hand to stifle a cry. His big sister. His landmark. Her lifelong ally. And there, before her eyes, she stole the man she loved to him.

At the annual Mafia Summit, my childhood sweetheart, Salvatore Russo, falls victim to an aphrodisiac slipped to him by a beautiful spy from a rival family. And I, the cherished daughter of the most feared Don in the west, willingly become his antidote. That night, he drives me to the edge of breathless surrender, again and again. "Principessa, what did I ever do to deserve your favor?" he mutters. From that moment on, his love consumes me whole, making me forget what loneliness ever felt like. But in the third year of our marriage, someone sent me a private video of a man and a woman. It's from Rosa Conti, the same woman who once drugged Salvatore. In the video, Salvatore's voice is thick with desire. "Darling, of course I remember. The one who should've been in my bed that night was you." Then, Rosa sends me another voice message, taunting, "Arianna Moretti, for three years, he's been dulling your claws, turning you into something soft and spoiled. Everything he did was just to bring me back." However, she doesn't know that when I love Salvatore, I don't mind surrendering to him. And when I no longer love him, he'll face my fiercest vengeance.

Rosa's sweet and peaceful life with her boyfriend, Leonardo, who pretended to love and cherish her, was perfect until he betrayed her for her best friend, Julia. Then fate brought her to Matteo, her downfall. He was exceptionally handsome and emitted jeopardy, yet she remained irresistibly drawn to him, despite all her intuition warning her to stay away. "You remain with me, even if you resist me!"

I lose a kidney after an accident, but my one-year-old son dies on the spot. The months after the accident are when I'm most depressed, but my CEO husband is by my side day and night as he cares for me. However, in the fifth year of our marriage, I overhear Yoel Lawson's conversation with a doctor. "It's bad enough that you deliberately orchestrated that accident to have Felicity's kidney transplanted in Rosa's body, but you even accidentally caused your child's death. Aren't you afraid Felicity will lose her mind when she finds out?" "We've lost our son, but we can always have another child. Rosie would've died without that kidney. I gave up my happiness to make it up to Felicity, didn't I? I'll make her conceive again this year—she'll be happier than anything else." Yoel's indifferent voice makes my head spin. I feel like I've been struck by lightning. It turns out he didn't spend all day at the hospital after my accident because of me—he was there to care for Rosa Shaw, his true love. I don't want to have another child with him. I don't even want him anymore.

"The deal was to become the fake mother of your twins, live with them and act like their sweet, perfect bossom only. Follow the contract and fucking let go of me" she glared, her hazel eyes wavering as she lay trapped under the devil, on his king-sized bed. "Say that again" his dulcet voice ran deep into her veins, his hand trapping her wrist above the headboard. "Let. Go. Of. Me!" She spat but her breaths hitched when the man slipped his fingers in between her sinfully-soaked thighs. "Aren't you such a bad little liar, dolcissima?" --- Violette La Rosa wasted five years of her life loving a man who saw her as nothing but his financial fountain. On the day of her wedding with him, she found out a secret which shattered her. Stung by the fatal venom of betrayal, Violette resorted to stabbing Dominic on the alter. Jail was inevitable, but in the wild turnaround, she got an offer from the most devilish mafia living—Massimo Visconti,, boss of the Cosa Nostra. Desperate Violette grabbed the offer with her two hands, but can she get used to living with the devil and his spawns?