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Anaya was never meant to choose her own destiny. Bound by obligation and sealed by a ruthless alliance, she is forced into marriage with the heir of the most notorious mafia family in the country. Raised to be obedient, poised, and the perfect wife, Anaya steps into a world of power, danger, and blood-stained loyalty without protest. At first, she plays her role flawlessly—silent, graceful, untouchable. But behind the cold marble walls and whispered threats, she begins to see the man behind the monster. The husband she feared reveals glimpses of devotion, protection, and a darkness that mirrors her own hidden strength. What starts as duty slowly turns into desire. And what was once a prison begins to feel like a kingdom. As enemies circle and secrets threaten to destroy everything, Anaya must decide: Will she remain the obedient bride she was raised to be… Or will she rise as the queen of the empire she was forced to marry into?

Every April Fools’ Day, Wilson Hale and Chloe Mercer turned our anniversary into a joke. A fake proposal. A trick ring. A room full of laughter. And every year, Wilson was sure I loved him too much to leave. This year, cake cream slid down my face, my ring hit the marble floor, and he still smiled like I would forgive him by morning. He forgot one thing. I was not Vivian Gray, the lonely girl with nowhere to go. I was Vivian Vescari, daughter of the most feared mafia family on the East Coast. I had left that world because I wanted to be loved before anyone knew my name. For six years, I thought Wilson was that man. Then I learned even his first confession had been an April Fools’ bet. So I stopped being the joke. I went home.

Rumor had spread through the Vittori family that the daughter they had lost years ago had finally been found. The moment I heard, I left the family branch and rushed back to the main estate. My car had barely stopped when a young woman hurried over and grabbed my hand. “So you’re the Vittori family’s adopted daughter,” she said with a smile that looked painfully sincere. “Your dress is so beautiful. It must cost tens of thousands of dollars. You can tell you’ve never really had to worry about anything before. Unlike me. I grew up in places where even finding my next meal was a problem.” For a second, I didn’t understand what she meant. Then her eyes lowered to the only necklace around her neck. “This is the only thing I have from Mother,” she whispered. “Please don’t hate me for wearing it.” The next second, she suddenly grabbed my hand, dragged it up toward her throat, and yanked hard. The necklace snapped. Pearls scattered across the marble floor. “Why would you do that?” she cried, staring at me in shock. “If you hate seeing Mother’s gift on me, I’ll take it off right now. I won’t stay and make things difficult for you. Just please don’t tell Father and Mother. I don’t want them caught in the middle, and I don’t want this family fighting because of me.” She curled into herself on the marble floor, shaking as she cried, while the guests around us immediately turned to stare. I stood there completely stunned. I had imagined a thousand ways I might meet my daughter again. I never imagined she would look me in the eye, mistake me for someone else, and frame me before I had even spoken. Because I was not Valentina. I was her mother.

Twenty-two-year-old Tricia Volkanov's life doesn't belong to her. As the first daughter of Mathias Volkanov, head of the Volkanov Mafia, she's more of a pawn in her father's ruthless game of chess, than his beloved daughter.  When her father picks a noble man for her to get married to, Tricia is sad. She feels nothing for Antonio Dombruso, and rebelliously escapes the Volkanov mansion to experience a careless night where she encounters the alluring, beautiful man named Gideon Scarfoni, whom she hands over her virginity to on a platter. When she disappears the next day right before Gideon wakes up, Tricia is eager to put that one, sinful, passionate night behind her and get married to Antonio, but fate has other plans. The stranger's baby is growing in her belly, and it turns out he lied to her from the start. Because his name is not Gideon Scarfoni at all, but Connor Mennetti, and he's a formidable Mafia kingpin, and billionaire whom her father wants dead. THIS IS A FOUR-BOOK SERIES: BOOK 1: HIS BOOK 2: HIM BOOK 3: SHE BOOK 4: HER

She rules her world,she sets the pace. Pretty poison. Driven by revenge and the never quenched hunger for blood and vengeance. She's a one woman army, and the Mafia Bosslady. But will the iron lady ever bend?

Lyra Jenson was just a tool to her father, yet she longed for the life she never had. Remy Hawthorne ruled his own world, deciding who stays and who dies. In a city where power is perfection and ugly secrets are the downfall of the elite, Lyra became a chess on the board. Having agreed to marry Remy despite his ruthless reputation, she clings to him as her only way out of her bitter family house. The marriage preparations proceed until the day that changes everything: Lyra is confirmed pregnant. The father is unknown to anyone. The ruthless Hawthorne family sees it as a calculated insult to their name and will do everything to destroy the Jensons. But before they can act, the bride disappears. Remy will stop at nothing to find her, because despite everything, she is someone he considers his, and something he refuses to lose, even if she carries another man’s child. As he searched, darker questions arose. Who is the father of her child? Why did she disappear? Is she dead or was she taken? Who has she become in her absence? And when the truth finally surfaces, who will it destroy?

Her father was killed and then the killer made her his wife Avelina Moretti’s life ended the night her father, a feared mafia boss of the Moretti’s organization is gunned down in a fight ordered by his rival, Allessandro Rossi. Before she was able to bury him, She was dragged away from the cemetery and forced into marriage. Allessandro claims their marriage will put an end to the decades of fights and bloodshed between both families but Avelina calls it imprisonment. She swore to make Allessandro pay. But behind the marble walls of the Rossi estate, nothing is as it seems. The man who was once her captor protects, bleeds and provides for her. As blood debts turn to desire, and secrets unravel ,guns turns on her and it is Allessandro who takes the bullet and now she must choose between vengeance and the man who was supposed to be her enemy. Because the truth may destroy them both—and love might be the most dangerous weapon of all.

18+ Skin. Sweat. Surrender. No apologies. Just the filthy, holy truth of what we do when the lights are off. In the hush between heartbeats, desire speaks its own language. These stories peel back the skin of restraint to reveal the raw, trembling want beneath - hands that linger too long, mouths that confess what daylight forbids, bodies that remember every sin they were never supposed to commit. From velvet-shadowed hotel rooms to rain-slicked backseats, from whispered commands to wordlessly surrender, from collars that lock with a soft click to knees that bruise beautifully on marble, from words like "please" and "good girl" to the moments we steal when no one is watching... and the ones we can't stop replaying even when they are filthy. No slow burns. No fade to black. Just wet mouths, spreading thighs, fingers that don't ask permission, and orgasms that leaves teeth marks.

Three years ago, Ivy Valmonte married Julian Blackwood to save her family from ruin. The night before the wedding, she let Sebastian ruin her instead, on the marble floor of the wine cellar while the rehearsal dinner carried on upstairs. It never stopped. Stolen nights in hotel suites, quick and brutal sex in the back of limousines, whispered threats and promises while Julian slept down the hall. They hated each other for it. They lived for it. Now Julian is dead, the will has been read, and the empire is split: 60% to Ivy. 40% to Sebastian. Only one of them can gain interest. Only one of them can destroy the other. They declare war in boardrooms by day, and tear each other apart in bed by night, because some addictions are stronger than hate, and some secrets are worth killing for. Love was never the problem. It was the price.

I loved him with all my heart but I only received pain and betrayal. The door didn't open. I tried multiple times but the door never opened. Anger rushed inside my veins. I turned back only to see Dylan standing there on the spot, his eyes glued on the shining marble floor. "DYLAN, OPEN THE DOOR!! LET ME GO!!" I yelled furiously as I glared him with pure hatred and disgust. "Never", he mumbled in an inaudible voice. My blood boiled seeing his audacity still I calm myself down and looked at him in anger. "Why?", I gritted. He finally looked at me. His eyes turned darker as he smirked menacingly. "Because you're my wife, Evelyn Black" This story deals with the struggles of Evelyn Clarke, an intelligent and innocent girl who tries to stand for herself as she gets betrayed by the love of her life Dylan Black when she comes to know about his dark, cruel intentions behind their marriage....