Married To The Mafia

"How long are you going to ignore me ? ", I said while stopping her work. Her fingers abruptly froze on my shoulders and lips curled inside. She looked up at me slowly staring deeply into my eyes ,"You thought i wouldn't know and for your kind information, I can read your mind even from far away Mr.Krish Sehgal.", she frowned removing my hands off her waist. Because we are no longer friends anymore, so I removed the letter of mine from bracelet.", I replied only to tease her and she made cry face. Her body raising in heat furiously and I felt it right against my bare chest as my shirt was unbuttoned a minutes ago by the great filmy Priya only. I never thought I would fall in love with the person whom I considered my best friend. I don't know how she would react if I told my feelings for her. But I don't want to disturb my friendship with her, I can't live a single second without seeing or hearing her. So I decided to keep it my heart and pretend like I never loved her. What happened when a filmy girl met a crazy boy accidentally in a train? They became friends in no time. After friends to best friends then something else which they never planned. Will they ever realise it's not just friendship between them? it's something special and it's love.

When Layla Beth returns from London for her sister’s wedding, she expects chaos—just not this kind. Her sister Yuri met Xavier Russell only six months ago, and now, on the wedding day, Yuri vanishes—leaving Xavier abandoned at the altar and their families in scandal. To protect their reputation, Layla’s mother forces her into Yuri’s place. In one night, Layla goes from the guest to the bride. Now married to her sister’s fiancé, Layla is trapped in a storm of secrets, betrayal, and forbidden desire. Xavier is cold, controlled, impossible to read—but the spark between them burns too hot to ignore. And as Layla falls deeper into Xavier’s dangerous world, she begins to wonder: did Yuri really run away… or was this twisted fate always meant for her?

Gwyneth 'Gwen' Stewart has only been working for a week, but there are already difficulties and pressures she faces. One of them is when her boss, Dominic Cartwright, introduces her as a potential wife to his grandfather. The blonde-haired woman thought it would be temporary, but she didn't anticipate that it would continue to develop into something serious. Mr. Charles Cartwright - Dominic's grandfather, urges them to marry as soon as possible. This is to quickly dispel the rumors circulating about his grandson being famously interested in the same gender. After their agreement to marry, Mr. Charles goes further, demanding that they promptly have offspring. Will Gwen agree to the grandfather's request? Can Dominic fulfill his grandfather's demands? Will their marriage be free from such issues? Find the answers in this book.

Elara Kingsley’s life is crumbling. Her father’s empire is on the brink of collapse, and one signature could save them or destroy them. The problem? The man she’s being forced to marry is Lucian Vale, the cold, powerful brother of the man who ruined her family. It’s supposed to be a business arrangement, a contract marriage—but nothing about him is predictable. Lucian is dangerous, dominant, and utterly unreadable. Every glance, every word, every touch pulls her closer, even as she fights to protect herself and her family. Trapped in a web of wealth, betrayal, and desire, Elara has two choices: sign the contract and survive or refuse and watch everything fall apart. She doesn’t know if she’s walking into a marriage, or a battlefield. And Lucian has secrets that could destroy her completely. One thing is certain: in a world where love is forced, trust is rare, and enemies are everywhere… nothing is as it seems.

Acala seorang wanita berhati lembut harus menghadapi situasi baru dalam hidupnya. Ayahnya meninggal karena pembunuhan. Dia harus kehilangan kekayaannya karena hutang yang ditinggal oleh Ayahnya begitu banyak. Apakah Aca dapat bertahan hidup dengan keadaannya sekarang?

..Saw my hubby, but I was in another woman's body, and this time he wasn't my husband, his uncle was. ~ A voice suddenly cut through the silence. “Oh my goodness, you're finally awake Mrs. Blackwood!” Mrs Blackwood? That was.. I tried to speak, but my voice was a mere whisper. The nurse, a kind faced woman with a warm smile, helped me sit up and handed me a glass of water. As I sipped, fragments of memories began to resurface. A car crash.. screams? and Kenneth's face? But why couldn't I put two and two together? "Can you help me to the toilet?" I asked the nurse, my voice still weak. The nurse nodded and assisted me out of bed and my legs trembled beneath me as I walked, unaccustomed to bearing my weight after such a long time of bederiding Once in the bathroom, I stared at the mirror, expecting to see my own reflection but the face staring back at me was unfamiliar, younger and prettier. A jolt of fear immediately coursed through me. Who was this person? "Mrs. Victoria Blackwood?” I heard the nurse call out from behind and it dawned on me.. that name belonged to Alexander Blackwood's wife, my husband's uncle! A wave of panic washed over me. What was happening? Why was I in this body? I stumbled backward, the nurse catching me by my waist. "Steady Mrs. Blackwood. You're still recovering." But I wasn't recovering. I was lost. Trapped in a stranger's life.

One reckless night, I woke up in the bed of Ethan Van Horn — my sister’s ruthless billionaire fiancé. Now I’m pregnant with his child, and our powerful families have only one solution: force us to marry. He despises me for destroying his future. I hate him for treating me like the thief who stole what was never mine. Trapped in his luxurious penthouse, every cold glance turns into burning tension and every sharp word into forbidden desire. But the real danger isn’t the man I’m forced to call husband. It’s my sister — who will stop at nothing to take back the life and the man she believes are still hers.

A year after my twin sister's death, My mum, Alice Hamilton thought it would be a good idea for me to marry my sister's husband for the purpose of business. Knowing fully well that I was far from what he wanted and he was still deeply in love with his wife. “I never-” he interrupted me. “I know you put this in your mother's head but know one thing, you will never be Olivia and you will never take her space. I will never care for you, love you, or see you as my wife” True, I would never be like my sister. She was more beautiful, confident, and fun while I was just a boring girl with a lonely life.

When my best friend died, his wife, Mia Lewis, was eight months pregnant. Mia said she didn't want her baby growing up without a father. I owed my best friend my life. He saved me, literally pulled me from death's door. So I stepped up, marrying Mia and raising their son as my own. Mia loved her career, so I quit mine. Traded my job for diapers and school runs. For seven whole years, I cooked, cleaned, folded laundry, and handled the housework. Rain or shine, sickness or health, I was there—every single day. Mia, though? She stayed cold, distant. Her warmth only surfaced in the bedroom—and even then, it was a flicker, never a flame. Just soft sighs and breathy murmurs, like she was playing a role she couldn't wait to finish. Afterward, she would quietly check the condom, as if she couldn't trust me. Then came New Year's Eve. A snap. A tear. A broken condom. Her fury struck like a thunderclap. She locked me out on the balcony, left me standing in the freezing rain, soaked to the bone as the wind howled like a wounded beast. Teeth chattering, I shivered as I watched the door like a dog, waiting to be let in. Then I saw him. Our boy, Ethan Bailey. Six years old. My son, at least in name. He came running with an umbrella in his hand. For a second, my heart leapt. 'Maybe, just maybe…' But he didn't even look at me. Just walked past in silence and handed the umbrella to the nanny heading out. Right then and there, something inside me cracked. I knew it was time to go.

He married me for revenge. I married him to protect my father. On our wedding night, he looked at me like I was nothing. Three days before my wedding, I was drugged. I lost my first time to a stranger in that night. Three days later, I was forced to marry Leonard Eastwood—the most powerful man in the city. He despised me. He said I married him for money. He said I was greedy. He said I wasn’t pure. But every night, he searched for a woman he couldn’t forget— A wild girl from a hotel suite. A girl who bit him. A girl who vanished before he saw her face. What he doesn’t know is that— But before we ever stood at the wedding— We had already shared a night in the dark. And when he finally discovered the truth— The man who once said, “The daughter of a whore can’t be innocent,” Was the one kneeling in front of me, begging not to lose me.