I Am The Boss

She was sold by her ruthless father to the powerful mafia lord, Lorenzo as an alliance to get back at Giovanni, their archenemy. Being a pawn in their games of power and dominance, Isabella had no choice than to play along. Amidst the power tussle, lies and deceit, she finds herself falling helplessly for the mafia Lord, who only wanted her for his pleasures and business.

BOOK #1 MARINOS' MAYHEM SERIES "I said 'act like my boyfriend' for just five minutes, not 'act like my fucking husband' for the rest of your life!" Adrian Price half-yelled, his fingers curled into a tight fist as he glared at the terrifying, yet super gorgeous man in front of him. Giovanni Marino blinked slowly, taking his time to register every detail of Adrian's figure into his memory, not minding that he was disturbing his work at all. "I don't see a big difference between the two." "Oh, for fuck sake! You're a thug, but surely you're not dumb, are you? Do you not know when to stop?" Adrian scoffed, his anger growing thicker. "Sadly, I don't seem to know what 'stop' means. You made the idea of being someone's boyfriend sound so great now I don't think I wanna stop." Adrian Price knew asking a mobster to fake being his boyfriend would get a lot of unnecessary attention from lustful eyes off him, but what he never knew was that the man he had just picked was no different from the unwanted pests that lingered around him, wanting to have a taste of him. Giovanni Marino enjoyed clubbing as much as he enjoyed killing; however, despite this, he was extremely lonely. Now, the big bad man had found a toy he could play with, and he was having the best fun of his life. Would he ever stop and return to his lonely life? That, he wasn't sure he could do that. Not even when he realized Adrian was his enemy's son. He needed Adrian, either to break him or to make him.

What happens when your only confidant not only pushes you to be a stripper but also sells you to your nemesis… the ruthless Mafia boss? Ava’s life was already a nightmare—paying off her aunt’s gambling debts and stripping to make ends meet. But everything spiraled out of control the night she rejected Coran Kane, the most feared Mafia boss in the city. Coran doesn’t take rejection lightly, and when Ava returns home, she finds him waiting... with her sister’s betrayal waiting to crush her: she’s been sold to him. Now trapped in Coran’s world, Ava fights to endure his control while desperately plotting her escape. But when she finally breaks free, she’s caught and forced to make an unthinkable choice: sacrifice an innocent life or submit herself to Coran completely. How far will she go to reclaim her freedom?

Estella is set to go in for her interview, she walks into the lobby where she is going to have sex with the boss. It turns out to be Adrian, her boyfriend of three years ago who raped her and carted away with all the money in her account. He is now a charming, sexy and billionaire boss, he looks at her with great lust and is more than eager to make up to her but she is double-minded. She seeks revenge but at the same time is deeply desiring Adrian, she can't get enough of his cock after the interview. Luckily, she is appointed and she becomes his escort, fake girlfriend upon attending events. Adrian drives her into the world of lust and unquenchable passion until she has forgotten all her plans to revenge. She is now drowning deep in the river of passion, not wanting to be saved. What happens when two formidable enemies, another ex of Estella and the secret wife of Adrian resurface and are determined to make sure they don't continue their love and lust.

Irish was forced to marry the ruthless mafia boss, Basil Zafeiriou, and as part of the deal, her parents chose the money over her to save their business. She despises him so much that it freaks her out every time she learns something new about him. Her life was once normal as a party goer, until she entered his world...

Charles Dominique Williams, Mr. "Falling in love with your best friend is unacceptable," deals with his ex-best friend 3 years after he rejected him. A messed-up destiny plays with them one more time. But this time, Charles' ex-best friend would not accept no for an answer. Hopefully, at this moment, Charles might finally give them a chance, only if it is not too late for them.

"When you're running away from your own shadow but it seems it's haunting you in return.." I am Helena Kelandra Morata, a typical girl at first but having a twist personality. I can be a sugar coated girl or a bad-ass bitch. I know how to play, I know how to put a trap and lure boys. But, when I found Michael, the bachelor with a rough and cold attitude, it seems that I was wrong to place those traps, cause all I can feel now is dying...of its pleasure.

My life is terrible enough. My dad died robbing a jewelry store. My sister hates my guts. An enforcer shows up out of nowhere and tells us we owe a shit ton of money. My mom? Ran off with my credit card and all her fancy jewelry at her first opportunity. So that leaves me... With no cash and a pissed-off crime boss. Raoul gives me a choice: pay up or belong to him. Now, I’m stuck in his world, living in a fancy apartment, clashing with his bossy rules, and realizing he might not be all that bad, after all.

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.

Acosta's corporation was experiencing bankruptcy and in order not to lose the company, Mr. Acosta decided to deal with the billionaire named Erickson Silva, a powerful billionaire who owns lots of real estates, branches of their company, beaches and has hectares of lands. Erickson became one of their investor and partner but the powerful billionaire don't want to play the game like nothing. So, he decided that a partnership of two owners is not enough, but a marriage will be— with Mr. Acosta's only daughter named Everen Acosta, his tagapagmana and a lawyer. Would Everen be happy on Erickson's life? What if she found out that Erickson is still madly inlove with his ex-fiancee? Would she fight for her right as a legal wife or not?