Marco Jose

Talia works in a company, it’s a secret matching companies, they are known for BDSM matching, you can find your future submissive from any kind, training courses, clothing, toys, and anything you want or imagine. She saw many things, she saw all kind of BDSM relations, in one impulsive moment she decided to tries what she works in, and who else is better than her own friends to try with. That left her with a traumatic experience, she hate everything related to BDSM and being submissive, she’s neither, and if she could afford leaving this whole place she would. Marco, he’s a daddy dominant, a trainer, and recruiter, he had his eyes on a special girl in his workplace, he knew she’s a little even if she didn’t yet. He wants her, but is he too hurt and traumatized to accept what he have planned for her. This is my way to deal with my depression, read it if you want, I’ll be grateful for you. This is a DDLG/ABDL/CGL story, you’ve been warned. Apologies for any misspelling and grammar mistakes.

I knew my husband, Giovanni Rossini, had done it. He had stolen his dead twin brother's identity and faked his own death. And I said nothing. In my last life, he had discarded me and our daughter, Natalia, for his mistress, Katrina Moretti. My mother-in-law, Antonietta, called us trash and forced my five-year-old to peel olives until her small hands blistered. I knelt and begged for money to buy medicine. Giovanni only held Katrina and laughed. In the end, Natalia and I froze and starved to death. Even as we died, Katrina's mocking voice still rang in my ears. Everyone watched with cold eyes. They closed ranks, shifted the blame onto me, and shoved us toward a dead end with no escape. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the exact moment they carried Marco's body into the warehouse. This time, I wouldn't let anyone destroy us. I would make them pay twice over for everything they had done to me and my daughter.

After almost a decade, muling nagbalik sa Pilipinas si Zam galing Australia. Kung siya lamang ang masusunod ay hindi na niya gugustuhin pang bumalik ng Farm nila sa Mindanao, pero mapilit ang Kuya Marco niya. The place reminded her of so many bitter memories in the past. Mga alaalang ayaw na sana niyang balikan pa. Ngunit masyado nga namang mapaglaro ang tadhana. Dahil sa muling pagbabalik niya sa farm ay hindi niya akalaing mag tatagpo rin muli ang landas nila ni Caleb, her brother's Bestfriend. Isa kasi ito sa mga nanakit sa puso niya noon at naging dahilan kung bakit agad niyang tinapos ang kanyang pagbabakasyon noon. At sa muli nilang paghaharap ni Caleb ay naramdaman niyang muli ang sakit ng nakaraan. Sakit at damdamin na matagal na niyang kinalimutan. Maniniwala ba siya rito na mahal siya nito, gayong mariin siyang pinagtulakan nito noon papalayo?

Sa mundong ang nagpapaikot ay pera, ang tingin ni Samara Licaforte sa mga mahihirap ay laruan lang ng mayayaman. Bagama't hindi legal na anak sa mata ng batas ng business tycoon na si Mr. Frederick Licaforte, CEO ng Licaforte Corp, ay lumaki sa luho si Samara at hindi makakailang siya ang paboritong anak sa pagitan nila ng stepsister niyang Monica. Happy-go-lucky, bully at eskandalosa. Ganyan siya kung ilarawan ng karamihan dahil sa mga ginagawa niyang kalokohan para lang mapanatili ang popularidad niya. Dahil wala na ang kanyang ina, at sa tingin niya ay nakikihati lang siya sa pagmamahal at oras ng kanyang ama mula sa legal nitong pamilya, ay sa atensyon ng ibang tao niya hinanap ang halaga niya. Sa pag-aakalang mananatiling ganun lang si Samara, ay kumatok sa buhay niya ang pobreng bulag na si Marco Villaflor, ang lalaking unti-unting titibag sa mga paniniwala niya.

Yo no era nadie, pero por tres años estuve enamorada de Dante, el heredero de la familia Blackwood, el apellido más importante de la mafia en Chicago. El día que supe que estaba embarazada, me sentí muy feliz. Me moría de ganas de darle la noticia. Pero entonces escuché a su hermano gemelo, Marco, preguntarle: —Hermano, ¿cuándo piensas decirle a Rose que yo me hacía pasar por ti cada una de esas noches en la cama? Dante habló con una dureza que nunca le había escuchado. —En una semana. En nuestra boda. Voy a revelar todo y luego le pediré matrimonio a Isabella. Isabella. La niña rica que siempre me hace la vida imposible. Así que todo esto era una simple venganza por su adorada Isabella. Pero lo que Dante no sabía era que esa boda que planeó con tanto esmero se quedaría sin novia.

Com nove meses de gravidez, eu estava na reta final do meu termo, pronta para dar à luz a qualquer momento. Mas meu marido, Vito Falcone, subchefe da família, havia me trancado. Ele me mantinha em uma sala médica subterrânea e estéril, injetando-me um medicamento que suprimia o trabalho de parto. Enquanto eu gritava de dor, ele friamente me dizia para aguentar. Porque se esperava que a viúva de seu irmão, Scarlett, entrasse em trabalho de parto exatamente na mesma hora. Um juramento que ele fizera ao seu irmão falecido declarava que o primogênito herdaria o lucrativo território da família na Costa Oeste. — Essa herança pertence ao filho de Scarlett. — Disse ele. — Com Daemon morto, ela está sozinha e desamparada. Você tem meu amor, Alessia. Todo ele. Só preciso que ela dê à luz em segurança. Depois será a sua vez. — Continuou. A droga era um tormento constante. Implorei para que ele me levasse a um hospital. Ele me agarrou pelo pescoço, forçando-me a encarar seu olhar gelado. — Pare isso! Eu sei que você está bem. Está apenas tentando roubar a herança. — Disse, com voz cortante. Meu rosto estava pálido. O corpo convulsionava enquanto eu conseguia sussurrar, desesperada: — Não me importo com a herança. Eu só quero que nosso filho nasça em segurança! Ele zombou. — Se você realmente fosse tão inocente, não teria forçado Scarlett a assinar aquele acordo pré-nupcial, renunciando aos direitos de herança do filho dela. — Disse. — Não se preocupe, voltarei para você depois que ela der à luz. Afinal, você carrega minha própria carne e sangue. — Completou. Ele passou a noite inteira em vigília do lado de fora da sala de parto de Scarlett. Só depois de ver o recém-nascido em seus braços é que ele se lembrou de mim. Finalmente, enviou seu segundo em comando, Marco, para me libertar. Mas quando Marco finalmente ligou, sua voz estava trêmula: — Chefe… a senhora e o bebê… se foram. Naquele momento, Vito Falcone se despedaçou por dentro.

Im neunten Monat, kurz vor der Entbindung, war mein Körper schwer von dem Baby, das jeden Tag kommen konnte. Doch mein Ehemann Vito Falcone, Underboss der Familie, hatte mich weggesperrt. In einem sterilen, unterirdischen Krankenzimmer injizierte er mir einen Wehenhemmer. Als ich vor Schmerzen schrie, befahl er kalt, ich solle es ertragen. Seine Schwägerin Scarlett würde nämlich gleichzeitig gebären. Ein Blutschwur mit seinem verstorbenen Bruder bestimmte, dass der erstgeborene Sohn das lukrative Westküsten-Territorium der Familie erben sollte. „Dieses Erbe gehört Scarletts Kind“, sagte er. „Nach Daemons Tod ist sie allein und mittellos. Du hast meine Liebe, Alessia, ganz und gar. Ich muss nur sicherstellen, dass sie sicher entbindet. Danach bist du dran.“ Die Medikamente waren eine ständige Folter. Ich flehte ihn an, mich ins Krankenhaus zu bringen. Da packte er mich am Hals und zwang mich, seinem eisigen Blick zu begegnen. „Genug mit dem Theater! Mir ist klar, dass es dir gut geht. Du willst nur das Erbe stehlen. Um Scarlett auszustechen, greifst du zu allem.“ Mein Gesicht erbleichte. Mein Körper verkrampfte sich, als ich verzweifelt flüsterte: „Das Baby kommt ... Das Erbe ist mir egal. Ich liebe dich, ich will nur, dass unser Kind sicher zur Welt kommt!“ Er lächelte höhnisch. „Wärest du wirklich so unschuldig und würdest du mich auch nur ein wenig lieben, hättest du Scarlett nie gezwungen, den Ehevertrag zu unterschreiben, der ihrem Kind das Erbrecht nimmt. Keine Sorge, ich komme zurück, sobald sie entbunden hat. Du trägst schließlich mein Fleisch und Blut.“ Die ganze Nacht wachte er vor Scarletts Kreißsaal. Erst beim Anblick des Neugeborenen in ihren Armen erinnerte er sich an mich. Er schickte Marco, seinen zweiten Mann, um mich freizulassen. Doch als Marco endlich anrief, zitterte seine Stimme. „Boss ... die Signora und das Baby... sie sind weg.“ In diesem Moment zerbrach Vito Falcone.

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My breathing rate slowly increased on seeing his outstretched hand, and out of my gritted teeth, I asked, "Did you poison this food?" There was no slight change in his face as he answered me coldly, "I would rather choke you to the bed with my bare hands, Senorita. That way, you'll curse out my name" My eyes dimmed for a moment. Was this devil in an armani suit still talking about murder? "Now, open your mouth!" He commanded and my stomach rumbled in protest. My lips vibrated and I tried to hold the hot tears forming inside of my eyes. I couldn't stay longer with this hunger. As long as I'm not submitting to be his slave then I could come to a compromise. .. .. Her name is Sofia Di Marco; surviving heir of a powerful mob family. After a decade of hiding from the Italian government She finally steps out to start a new life but she bumps that new life into a mystery billionaire man who turns out to be the King of the New York Underground. That was his identity, but to her, he was Mr. Pompous; the raging green-eyed Devil in an Armani suit.....

Chaque veille de Noël, l'héritier de la famille mafieuse Marco, Adrian Marco, devait suivre la tradition familiale : Tirer au sort pour décider s'il avait le droit de m'épouser. Car moi, Irene Cast, je ne suis pas née dans la mafia. S'il n'a pas tiré le papier portant mon nom, il ne pourrait pas me prendre pour femme. Pendant quatre ans, Adrian a tiré au sort quatre fois. Et pas une seule fois il n'a tiré mon nom. J'ai toujours cru qu'il se disputait avec sa famille à cause de moi, qu'il était prêt à risquer de perdre sa position de Parrain, juste pour me choisir. Chaque fois qu'il échouait, il me serrait si fort et murmurait : « Ce n'est rien. Il y aura toujours l'année prochaine. » Et je l'aimais tellement que cela faisait mal. Assez mal pour que je sois prête à attendre, année après année. Cette année, je me suis dit : S'il ne pouvait toujours pas tirer mon nom au sort... Je changerais secrètement le résultat. Je me suis faufilée à la porte du bureau d'Adrian, et j'ai entendu son frère demander : « Parrain, chaque année, tu tires le nom d'Irene. Pourquoi fais-tu semblant de ne pas l'avoir tiré ? Est-ce parce que tu n'arrives toujours pas à oublier Sera ? » Mais il a simplement répondu d'une voix neutre : « Sera a besoin de moi pour quelque chose d'urgent. Fais comme d'habitude : remplace le nom d'Irene par un papier vierge. » Il est sorti sans se retourner. Au lieu d'échanger, son frère a jeté le papier vierge à la poubelle, a laissé celui avec mon nom sur la table, et s'est dépêché de suivre Adrian. Je suis entrée, ai ramassé le papier vierge dans la poubelle, et ai remplacé celui portant mon nom. Regardant mon nom tomber dans les ordures. Adrian, je ne voulais plus attendre pour t'épouser. Je respectais ton choix.