Marco X Kelly

Elle n’aurait jamais dû être plus qu’un vase à procréation. Mia Thompson, vingt ans, timide barmaid dans un bar bon marché d’Hell’s Kitchen, est tombée bêtement amoureuse du charmant héritier mafieux Marco Rossi. Il a pris sa virginité, l’a délibérément mise enceinte et prévoyait de lui arracher l’enfant pour s’emparer de son empire. Le jour où elle se précipite pour partager la nouvelle, elle tombe en plein milieu de son vrai mariage, célébré avec sa propre sœur. Humiliée devant l’élite new-yorkaise, désignée pour un avortement forcé par les hommes de main de Marco, écrasée par une amende colossale pour un crime qu’elle n’a pas commis, Mia disparaît avec l’aide d’un mystérieux inconnu. Sept ans plus tard, elle revient à New York sous le nom du Dr Sophia Reed, méconnaissable, paraissant encore plus jeune, chirurgienne trauma géniale et vénérée, irradiant un charme magnétique et une assurance inébranlable. L’homme qui l’a brisée ne la reconnaît même pas. Désormais, la chasseresse est devenue la proie. La vengeance de Sophia est glaciale et parfaite : elle fera semblant d’aimer à nouveau Marco, de se montrer vulnérable, recueillera tous ses secrets sales, puis lui brisera publiquement le cœur exactement comme il lui a brisé le sien. Le seul homme qui l’a jamais protégée, le milliardaire secret qui possède la ville, promet de l’aider à devenir la femme convenable qui pourra le détruire. Mais lorsque Luca la voit dans les bras de Marco, il ne peut plus rester silencieux. Deux hommes. Un enfant. Un héritage bâti sur la trahison. La vengeance l’a créée. Le pouvoir la couronnera.

"Some cages feel like safety… until you fall in love with your captor." Leona has spent her life escaping—from homes that felt like prisons, from scars no one sees, from a past that keeps dragging her back. At seventeen, homeless and hunted, she crashes into the life of Marco De Santos—a billionaire with ice in his eyes, secrets in his past, and a twisted need for control. He takes her in. At first, it’s charity. Then, it’s ownership. Marco is used to women obeying. But Leona isn’t like them. She’s fire in silk. She disobeys. She challenges. She learns him—in ways that terrify and undo him. What begins as protection becomes obsession. And when secrets unravel the truth about her parents, about his past, and about the dark connection binding them—everything explodes. As the world threatens to pull them apart, Leona must decide: will she stay the girl he saved, or become the woman who saves him? Because pleasure can heal... or destroy.

On the tenth day after I perished in the avalanche, my husband finally remembered me. His first love was suffering from aplastic anemia and urgently needed a bone marrow transplant—one that only I could provide. He came home holding a donation consent form, ready for me to sign, only to find the house empty. Kelly leaned weakly against him. "Vanessa must really hate me. She doesn't want to donate her bone marrow, so she ran away on purpose, didn't she?" "Maybe we should just forget it," she sighed. "I can hold on a little longer." Caden gently comforted her, his heart aching. "I won't let anything happen to you." "It's just a bone marrow donation. It's not like she'll die from it." Then he pulled out his phone and sent me a message: [No matter where you are, come back immediately and sign the donation consent form.] [Don't be so selfish! Kelly is seriously ill. If she doesn't get a transplant soon, she'll die. It's just bone marrow—I'm not asking for your life!] [If you keep refusing, I'll stop paying for your mother's medical bills!] Caden… I died the moment you walked away from the ski resort with Kelly. The avalanche buried me and our unborn child beneath the snow. My mother, in her desperate attempt to save me, was torn apart by wild wolves. How could you not know?

After my parents were killed in a territory war, I was taken in by Don Moretti, head of New York's most powerful crime family. I was the only civilian in a world of made men. For twenty years, I was raised alongside his twin heirs, Marco and Santino. Their protection and favor made me the envy of every aspiring mob wife in the city. But when I was finally ready to become a real part of the family, they both turned me down. Marco said, "I need to focus on expanding our territory first. I'm not ready for this kind of commitment." Santino said, "An outsider can't be trusted with family secrets." The next night, at my birthday celebration, they both proposed to the daughter of a low-level enforcer. To prove their loyalty to her, they let her force me to drink "The Don's Fire"—a 150-proof grappa laced with ghost peppers that would hospitalize anyone who wasn't raised on it since childhood. Broken in body and spirit, I made a call from my hospital bed. "I accept the proposal from the Luciano Syndicate."

On the day my sight returned, our family doctor, Anna Leone, stood right in front of me and mouthed to my husband, Don Marco Vitale, "Double the lubricant tonight. I promise it'll send you straight to heaven, my Don." Marco pressed a gentle kiss to my eyes. Then he turned away and replied with the same silent lip movements, "You little tease. That mouth of yours—and the one below—I'm crazy about them both." The two of them exchanged a knowing smile, convinced their secret was flawless. What they didn't know was that not only had my vision fully recovered—I was also fluent in lip-reading. My gaze drifted to the bottle of lubricant sitting brazenly in the wall cabinet. I said nothing. Instead, I quietly sent a single text message: [Papa, I've decided to come home.] In three days, I would vanish completely. All I would leave behind for them would be the hollowed-out fortune of billions—and that bottle of "lubricant" I had replaced with high-strength industrial superglue.

"I want you to fuck me," I blurted out and watched his eyes widen. Shaun didn't expect that from me..... Warning️️️ This book contains high and descriptive sexual content, dark romance, and triggering scenes. Recommended for 18+ read at your discretion. Lindsay is trapped in an abusive Marriage. Her husband, Asher Marco is a religious hypocrite who relishes making her life a living hell. After Asher succeeds in getting her fired from her job, she gets furious and leaves the house that night. She goes to a bar where she meets with Shaun Marco, a mafia lord. Being drunk, she goes home with this handsome Greek God. As an upright woman, she isn't supposed to cheat oneher husband, but she damns all consequences and fucks this man. What happens when Shaun offers her a contract to have sex with him for a year without the knowledge of her being a married woman? And will her protective husband, Asher find out about this entanglement? Well, find out in this story........

I was barely a young girl when I was sent to him to be trained as an assassin. Marco didn't just turn me into a ruthless killer-he made me a woman. I was his protégé. He was my Master - of my mind, body, and soul. But I wanted more. I wanted to be HIS WOMAN. And how long was he going to deny me?

Gian apply a job and got a rude boss who will make her life like hell, but that's not the thing that will make her more hard. It's more hard to fall, in order to get accepted she need to pretend as middle age woman. But who can believe she's that if she look so young? What will happen if a ruthless billionaire boss fall in love on her maid? Gian x Henry story.

In the third year of our marriage, I suddenly received a wedding invitation from my own husband, with the bride being my cousin, Lina. Following the address on the invitation, I flew to America. However, the moment I arrived, I saw my husband, Marco, the youngest Don in Italy, wrapping his arm around Lina as they toasted together. Fireworks burst across the sky, forming both of their names. Inside the chapel, his men laughed and joked. “In Italy, he married Aurora, and in America, he'll marry Lina. The Don really gets the best of both worlds!” “But didn’t he say he didn’t feel anything for Lina?” Marco’s deep voice cut through the noise. “I really didn’t, at first. To me, she was just a kid, but she pursued me for years. She never cared how cold I was, and she even stayed by my side for the two years I was paralyzed, taking care of me. Even if my heart were made of stone, I couldn’t stay unmoved forever.” The two years he was paralyzed… So during those years, while I was out in the desert, eating sand and sleeping under the open sky, fighting exhaustion just to gather rare medicinal extracts to treat his injured spine, my husband had begun his romance with my cousin. I wiped my tears, pulled out the divorce papers Marco had signed when he first got hurt, and added my own signature. If devotion can’t compare to someone simply staying by his side, I don’t need a man who can betray me so easily.

Valeria Romano was nineteen when her father was murdered. For five years she trained, sacrificed and bled ... building her entire life around one name. Lorenzo De Luca. The mafia king she believed gave the order. When she finally gets her shot at him, he doesn't run. He sits her down and shows her a photograph. The man responsible for her father's death was never Lorenzo. It was her uncle Marco. The man who handed her the wrong name the morning after the murder and watched her chase the wrong target for five years while he rebuilt his empire on her father's grave. Lorenzo proposes a contract marriage ... a strategic alliance that puts them both inside striking distance of Marco before he buries the truth permanently. Valeria agrees. Not because she trusts him. Because Marco Romano just became her real target. What follows is a race against a closing window. Spies inside the estate. A bought witness. A dead man who turns out to be very much alive. Two people who came together as enemies slowly building something neither of them has a name for. And a summit where Valeria must stand before the five ruling families with five years of truth ... and finally make it count. Marco goes to a cell. The war ends. But war leaves marks. The real question driving this story is never whether Valeria can destroy the man who killed her father. It is whether she can survive who she became in the process ... and whether the man she married to win a war is the same man worth staying for when it is over. Some revenge stories end with justice. This one is just getting started.