Joseph Vincent

“Tell me again,” he murmured, his bare chest a hot, dangerous brand against her back. His teeth grazed the shell of her ear, making her shudder. “How you want me to treat you.” She clutched the silk sheets, dragging them up to her chin, hating the tremor in her voice. “I—I want you to be professional.” A low, dark laugh ghosted over her damp skin. “Then stop looking at me like that.” His amused, arctic-blue eyes held hers captive in the bedroom mirror. She squeezed her eyes shut, wondering what in the world she’d gotten herself into. ^ ^ ^ Isabella Rossi’s life shattered when she discovered her boyfriend’s affair with her best friend, Chloe. The happy couple were even expecting a baby, and she was supposed to be happy for them. Hah. Heartbreak was just the beginning. Drunk and deceived, she woke up in the bed of a powerful, enigmatic stranger—Vincent Sinclair. She thought it was a one-time, humiliating mistake. A secret she would bury forever. Until Monday morning, when Vincent Sinclair strolled into her office as the new, ruthless CEO. And she found out he was her ex-best friend Chloe’s half-brother. Flustered but confident, she met his eyes. Men like him didn’t remember girls like her. She was sure of it. He was most likely just an entitled playboy and the faces in his bed probably blurred. But oh, how wrong she was. Vincent Sinclair remembered everything. Finding his "one-night stand" playing the part of a forgettable employee was his new favorite amusement. First, he made her his personal secretary. Then, he made her life a living, tempting hell. Finally, he served her a contract. Not for a raise—for marriage. It was absurd. But with her life in shambles and his offer too lucrative, Isabella signed.

Celestine is a feisty daughter of Fernando Oakmont, the tycoon of one of the richest countries in the world who went bankrupt because of gambling. Almost everything they had vanished in a snap of a finger because of her father's addiction. Everything got even worse when her father stole something own by mafias. Celestine lets herself be taken by the mafia boss who introduced himself as Vincent Mogilevich to protect her father. Will her father save her? Or will she leave with no choice but to stay with the mafias for the rest of her life?

Clara Moreau aimait Thomas Vernet depuis six ans. Alors qu'il était parti à l'étranger pour ses études, elle l'avait attendu patiemment. Cependant, à son retour, elle a vu Thomas tenir la main d'une autre femme. Le soir où elle était en danger, elle a appelé Thomas, mais ce dernier lui a répondu : « Ella a peur du noir. Sois un peu plus raisonnable. » Cette simple phrase lui a brisé le cœur. Désespérée, Clara s'est tournée vers l'oncle de son petit ami, refusant opiniâtrement de laisser couler ses larmes : « Vincent, emmène-moi loin d'ici. » — Plus tard, alors que Thomas suppliait à genoux, tout en larmes, Clara n'a jamais cédé d'un pouce. Au contraire, elle a pris la main de Vincent en disant : « Désormais, je suis ta tante. » L'homme à ses côtés a baissé les yeux, un sourire aux lèvres : « C'est bien vrai. »

"This brutally romantic mafia love story will grip you!" ~#1 New York Times bestselling author Helen Hardt Arranged-marriage, age-gap, Mafia/cartel romance Capo to the Luciano Famiglia was my birthright. The cruelty needed to succeed in this life has been beaten into me since I was a young boy. My father, Vincent Luciano, taught by example and with the slap of his hand. My independent streak took me down paths my father would never have gone. With our enemies gaining strength, it is my idea to attempt an alliance with an unlikely bedfellow. The Roríguez Cartel and the Luciano Famiglia are improbable partners, yet even Vincent Luciano can’t deny the possible benefits. The only way to solidify the deal is for me to marry Catalina Ruiz, the eldest daughter of Andres Ruiz, a top lieutenant in the Roríguez Cartel. Catalina is young, beautiful, and thinks she understands the path she is being forced to follow. There is no way for her to know the monster she is about to wed. A man doesn’t become a made man at thirteen if he is capable of love. That emotion is beyond my scope of expertise. Saving the famiglia is my goal. And once this alliance is made, ours will be but the first of the brutal vows exchanged. Have you been Aleatha’d?

After a car accident left Vincent Holt, head of the powerful Holt family, disabled, he stunned high society by publicly seeking a wife. My father immediately submitted my profile. “Since you’re so determined to break up with Cole, let’s see if you can land someone from the Holt family instead.” I refused, only to get slapped hard across the face as I tried to grab his phone. “You have no choice in this.” With nowhere else to turn, I went to ask Cole Brody for help. He was the only one who could change my father’s mind. However, I overheard their conversation. “Don’t worry, Mr. Brody. Vincent Holt is just a cripple. Bethany’s too proud to accept him. Just give it some time. She’ll come crawling back to you.” Cole chuckled. “Lulu wants a baby. I’m just helping her out by sleeping with her a few times. It’s not a big deal, yet Bethany just won’t leave it alone. I knew you got a way to keep her in check.” My body went cold. It turned out that I had been standing alone in a ruin of lies all along. However, when the Holt family really picked me, they panicked.

Elaidia Valleja, the only daughter of Edalyn and Chris Valleja. She forced to be married with the son of their competitor in business. For the sake of their company, she need to live with Vincent Lincoln. Ano nalang ang mangyayari sa buhay niya habang kasama ang isang bayolenteng lalaki, at walang ibang iniisip kung hindi ang sarili nitong kaligayahan? Magiging maayos ba ang kanilang pag-sasama? O magiging miserable lang ang buhay niya?

JOSEPH IS GONE.. Matteo Rossi has nothing left. On that night he lost his only love, the only one person who had given his life meaning, Matteo chose grief over filial duty. Now, with the Rossi empire, waiting on Matteo to fix it from crumbling, Matteo finds himself at the mercy of Rowan Hayes, the cold-blooded killer who caused his pain. Rowan Hayes wanted revenge on the Rossi name, but seeing the heir utterly broken sparks a terrifying, ungodly obsession. He won't kill the heir; he’ll keep him. Ruined and exposed, Matteo is forced into a life with this icy, cold hearted killer while Rowan is determined to own every shattered piece of him.

Rachel Martínez is drowning. Shuffling multiple jobs, settling debts, and taking care of her sick brother, whose failing heart needs a surgery she can't afford, she's out of options. When the hospital gives her forty-eight hours to come up with twenty thousand euros or lose Benjamín forever, she's desperate. Then a stranger walks into the bar where she works. A billionaire tech CEO who left Spain years ago to escape his family. He's back, and his dying grandmother has one wish: to see him happy with someone real before she dies. Joseph makes Rachel an offer: fifty thousand euros for one night. Just show up to his grandmother's birthday dinner and keep him company.

The air in the Parisian haute couture salon smelled like money and fear. I’d waited six months for my wedding dress. Now, it was draped over the shoulders of Sofia Ross—the trending influencer, and my mafia fiancé Vincent Cassio’s god-sister. The salon manager was sweating bullets, his eyes darting between me and the man lounging on the velvet sofa. Vincent Cassio stood up. He adjusted a fold of the diamond-encrusted train on Sofia with a casual flick of his wrist. “Her premiere next week needs a statement piece. She’s borrowing it. Pick something off the rack and stop making a scene.” His tone was flat, final. Under the crystal chandeliers, Sofia admired herself in the full-length mirror, a triumphant smile on her lips. I looked at my reflection in the same mirror, wearing jeans and a soaked trench coat. I looked like a lost tourist. Suddenly, the entire past year of planning felt like a sick joke. I didn’t yell. I just felt cold. Numb. I slipped the five-carat engagement ring off my finger. It hit the glass coffee table with a sharp, final click. “You’re right, Vincent. I don’t need this wedding dress. This wedding… I don’t need it either.”

Ich war seit neun Jahren mit dem Kindheitsfreund meiner Schwester und wir standen kurz vor der Verlobung. Wie immer war er auf der Party mit seinen Freunden betrunken und ich holte ihn ab. Als ich vor der Tür stand und gerade Hallo sagen wollte, hörte ich die neckische Stimme eines seiner Freunde. „Vincent, deine Traumfrau ist zurück aus dem Ausland. Was machst du mit dem Ersatz? Wirfst du sie loswerden oder hast du gleichzeitig zwei?“ Er grinste höhnisch. Dann sagt ein anderer neben ihm lachend: „Vincent, du bist so v*rdammt beneidenswert. Nachdem deine Traumfrau Chiara weg war, hast du dich aus Einsamkeit mit der Schwester deines Kindheitsfreundes vergnügt. Du hast immer gesagt, nach neun Jahren bist du satt. Und jetzt ist Chiara auch zurück!“ Vincents Stimme war voller Wut. „Chiara hat damals behauptet, ich würde mein ganzes Leben lang nur sie lieben! Natürlich musste ich einen billigen Ersatz nehmen, um ihr Selbstvertrauen ordentlich zu erschüttern!“