Luca Vitiello

Isadora Montreval Héritière unique du plus redouté empire clandestin de France, Isadora Montreval a grandi dans un monde où le silence est loi et l’amour, une arme. Derrière les façades de marbre et les salons dorés, elle a appris à cacher ses émotions, obéir sans faillir et survivre sans jamais fléchir. Éduquée pour gouverner, surveillée pour ne jamais s’échapper, Isadora sait depuis l’enfance que sa vie n’est pas un choix, mais un héritage. Pourtant, sous sa maîtrise apparente brûle un désir secret : disparaître. Partir loin des ombres familiales, voyager sans escorte, créer quelque chose de simple et de vrai — une pâtisserie à son nom, et non celui d’un empire criminel. Un rêve discret, presque interdit. Mais dans le monde de la mafia, les rêves sont des failles. Un mariage arrangé vient refermer la cage autour d’elle, la condamnant à renoncer à toute liberté pour devenir l’épouse parfaite d’un homme qu’elle n’a jamais choisi. ⸻ Luca Moretti Héritier de la mafia italienne, Luca Moretti n’a jamais appris à négocier ses désirs : il prend, impose, écrase. Le pouvoir est sa langue maternelle, la violence son héritage. Là où il passe, le monde s’incline — ou se brise. Quand il rencontre Isadora, bien avant que les alliances soient scellées, il comprend immédiatement : elle n’est pas fragile. Elle est verrouillée. Derrière son calme glacial, il devine la résistance, la volonté contenue, la femme capable de le défier sans un mot. Il la veut. Il peut lui offrir le luxe, la protection, un royaume entier… mais jamais ce qu’elle désire vraiment. Car une seule chose est immuable : Isadora Montreval lui appartient désormais.

El día que se suponía que iba a ser mi boda, la novia no era yo. La ceremonia que había esperado durante cinco años se convirtió en una broma cuando Valentina, mi hermana, caminó por el pasillo de mármol con un vestido de novia blanco. Su brazo estaba entrelazado con el de Luca, el hombre que se suponía que me estaría esperando en el altar. —Lo siento, Bianca —dijo suavemente—. Pero ya no eres la novia hoy. Luego se tocó el estómago; sus ojos brillaban de triunfo. —Estoy embarazada del hijo de Don Romano. Sus palabras detonaron dentro de mi cabeza, y el mundo entero se quedó en silencio. Como si temiera que no le creyera, levantó algo brillante hacia la luz. Una imagen de ultrasonido en blanco y negro. Se leía claramente: [Edad gestacional —12 semanas.] Mis ojos ardieron, las lágrimas escocieron mientras me giraba hacia Luca, buscando desesperadamente cualquier cosa. Una negación, una explicación, o un arrepentimiento. En cambio, él solo suspiró, agotado y resignado. —Bianca, lo siento —dijo con impotencia—. A Valentina no le queda mucho tiempo. Esta boda... era su último deseo. Te lo compensaré —añadió—. Podemos tener otra boda más tarde. Mi padre, Moretti, se paró detrás de él, con la misma expresión severa que había usado toda mi vida. Nunca lo he visto sonreírme, ni siquiera una vez. —Bianca —dijo bruscamente—, tu hermana se está muriendo. Déjala tener esto. Mi hermano asintió sin decir una sola palabra, como si eso fuera suficiente para ser una respuesta sólida. Toda mi vida, la habían elegido a ella, sus lágrimas, sus caprichos y sus necesidades, por encima de las mías. Hoy no era diferente. Algo dentro de mí se rompió silenciosamente. Bien. Si nadie en esta familia se preocupa por mí, me iré.

Am Tag meiner eigenen Hochzeit war ich nicht die Braut. Die Zeremonie, auf die ich fünf Jahre lang gewartet hatte, wurde zur Farce, als Valentina, meine Schwester, den Marmorgang entlangschritt. Sie trug ein weißes Brautkleid. Ihren Arm hatte sie bei Luca eingehakt, dem Mann, der eigentlich am Altar auf mich hätte warten sollen. „Es tut mir leid, Bianca“, sagte sie leise. „Aber heute bist du nicht mehr die Braut.“ Dann legte sie eine Hand auf ihren Bauch, die Augen voller triumphierender Genugtuung. „Ich bin schwanger. Mit dem Kind von Don Romano.“ Ihre Worte explodierten in meinem Kopf. Die Welt um mich herum verstummte. Als hätte sie Angst, ich würde ihr nicht glauben, hob sie etwas Glänzendes ins Licht. Ein schwarz-weißes Ultraschallbild. Darauf war klar zu erkennen: Schwangerschaftsalter – 12 Wochen. Meine Augen brannten vor Tränen, als ich mich zu Luca umdrehte und verzweifelt nach irgendetwas suchte. Nach einem Widerspruch. Einer Erklärung. Reue. Doch er seufzte nur, müde und ergeben. „Bianca, es tut mir leid“, sagte er hilflos. „Valentina hat nicht mehr viel Zeit. Diese Hochzeit… sie ist ihr letzter Wunsch.“ „Ich mache es wieder gut“, fügte er hinzu. „Wir können später eine andere Hochzeit haben.“ Hinter ihm stand mein Vater Moretti. Mit demselben strengen Blick, den er mein ganzes Leben lang getragen hatte. Ich hatte ihn nie für mich lächeln sehen. Nicht ein einziges Mal. „Bianca“, sagte er scharf, „deine Schwester stirbt. Lass ihr das.“ Mein Bruder nickte nur wortlos, als wäre das Antwort genug. Mein ganzes Leben lang hatten sie sich für sie entschieden. Für ihre Tränen, ihre Launen, ihre Bedürfnisse. Nie für meine. Heute war es nicht anders. Etwas in mir zerbrach lautlos. Gut. Wenn sich in dieser Familie niemand um mich schert, dann gehe ich.

In the centre of the world of riches, guns and illegality. Stood a beautiful man with temperament as cool as sea and anger as violent as a tsunami. Eyes as deadly as an eagle and stare ,scary enough to bring half of this world down on its knees. Born with a silver spoon and the next heir to the network of the biggest mafia's in the world was he, Vincenzo Giordano Accardi .......................................................... Surrounded by country side waste and petty thieves. With pockets empty but heart loaded. Stood a poor girl with an average face. Heir to her father's debts and a mere room in the slums at the outskirts of the city. With a smile on those chapped lips and hope in those big brown eyes was she, Amara Luca ...................................................... He had 3 simple rules which she broke one by one . Rule 1 To love family before everything Rule 2 To reward deception with death. Rule 3 To never fall in love ......................................................... "He was the king of the underworld while she was a mere player in it, But then rules are meant to be broken when hearts overweight brains and deception plays its game." ...............................................

MARIANNA: After years of running around and doing his bidding, I'm tired of being my father's pawn. So what would someone in my position do when they're sent to spy on the enemy? I'll tell you what they don't do. 1. Seduce the enemy. 2. Steal from him and then pin the theft on your father. 3. Kidnap the enemy's right-hand man after shooting him (But to be honest this was Paulo's fuck up. Not mine) 4. Fall for said enemy and (drumroll please) get pregnant. But you can't judge me when you haven't met Cristiano De Luca or his schlong. CRISTIANO: This woman is going to be the end of me. Tropes: Crazy Female Lead, Powerful Male Lead, Crazier side characters, He falls first, Hidden identity, A little love triangle, A sprinkle of violence and a healthy amount of spice. Guaranteed Happily Ever After. Previously titled Carina and Christiano

Ava Sinclair died pregnant, betrayed by the two people she trusted most, her husband and her best friend. When she opens her eyes again, she’s twenty six again and back in the moment before her life fell apart. This time, she refuses to walk into the same trap. She rejects marrying her boyfriend Luca and opted for an arranged marriage with Damien Moretti Ava knows Damien isn’t marrying her for love. He’s marrying her because it’s his duty , He warns her not to expect affection from him but she told him she'll make him fall in love with her. He laughed it off. But the more he pushes her away, the more Damien starts to crumble, revealing a possessive, caring man. “You don’t have to love me,” Ava said to him softly, but I'll love you. And when the truth behind her past life’s betrayal resurfaces, Ava realizes fate isn’t done with her yet… and neither is her marriage to Damien Moretti.

“You fucking carry my name now, Bella. You're Mrs Bella Enzo Barine. You no more belong to Marino's.”, Enzo roared. “I'm not a piece of land or some property that you own, Enzo. I'm a human and I breathe. I'm married to you, not sold.” Bella spoke with tears in her eyes as the grip on her arm was getting harder which might leave a bruise later. I will not be dictated by a mandate to marry someone like Enzo De Luca, the sole heir of the Barone Clan. Despite his reputation for ruthlessness and his animosity towards the Marino’s, I refuse to be coerced into a marriage with a man I haven't seen in years. His grey eyes may have been my first love and my first heartbreak, but I will not allow him to break me. As the daughter of his greatest enemy, I am confident that I will not be bent to his will. The real question is not whether love can emerge from violence and hatred, but whether I will allow myself to be controlled in a perpetual struggle.

One signature made her his bride. One kiss sealed her fate. But one secret could burn his entire empire to the ground. Serena Vale was never meant to exist. The hidden daughter of a murdered mafia don, she’s lived in the shadows, far from the bloodshed that destroyed her family. But when her identity is exposed, she’s dragged into the deadly spotlight—offered as a peace treaty to the one man her father once swore to kill: Matteo De Luca, the feared Mafia King of Sicily. Cold. Calculating. Vengeful. Matteo agrees to the marriage, but not for peace. He wants revenge. He believes Serena’s blood is the key to destroying his enemies from within. What he doesn’t expect is her fire… or how her presence awakens a part of him long thought dead. Serena is supposed to be his weapon. His captive. But what if she's the one who brings him to his knees? In a world where loyalty kills, love betrays, and secrets rule—who will survive the vows they never meant to keep?

When 25-year-old Elena Torres loses her parents in a tragic accident, she believes her world has already crumbled. But a shocking revelation turns her grief into something far more dangerous: her father’s debts have sold her into marriage with Nicholas De Luca, the city’s most feared Mafia boss. To Nicholas, Elena is payment for a debt owed. To Elena, he’s a cold and calculating captor. Yet beneath the fear and defiance lies a strange connection neither of them can deny. As their lives intertwine, Elena begins to uncover secrets about her father’s death and Nicholas’s role in her family’s downfall. But Nicholas is not the only threat lurking in the shadows. Rivals, betrayal, and deadly power plays soon make Elena a pawn in a much larger game. As the truth unfolds, Elena is faced with an impossible choice to fight for freedom or risk everything she believed in for the man she had began to fall in love with. How far would you go to uncover the truth? Can Elena escape Nicholas’s obsession or will she lose herself in the process?

I'm the De Luca family's dirty little secret, their bastard daughter. And I was stupid enough to fall for Marco Moretti, the heir to our rivals. On our wedding day, my sister, Isabella, drugged me. When I woke up, she was wearing my dress. Standing at the altar. Becoming his wife. Heartbroken, I ran to a bar to drown my sorrow. And that’s where I discovered I was pregnant. Marco held me, crying. He swore he loved me, only me. He promised he’d divorce Isabella as soon as our child was born. But on the day I gave birth, Isabella murdered us both. Me and my baby. That’s when I finally understood. Marco would always choose a true-blooded princess of the Cosa Nostra. And me? The bastard? I was just a loose end. A problem to be erased. Then I opened my eyes. I was back. Back on the day she drugged me. Their wedding day. This time, I'm not marrying the heir. I'm marrying the Don. But first... I'm going to ruin this wedding.