Romans & histoires Matty Healy Suit

Warning ⚠️‼️: This story is twisted, drenched in obsession, power, betrayal and forbidden cravings. Triggers & themes include: Age gap, obsessive mafia lord, forbidden love, dominance, and pleasurable desire. “This is wrong Alejandro…you are supposed to be my father-in-law, I’m getting married to your son” I said between moans, as his hands glided through my already sensitive skin. Alejandro groaned “I will call off the wedding Chiquita…I want you all to myself” his eyes stared at mine, desperate and yearning. “You are mine little one…mine alone” *** Lucia Vega, met the devil the morning after her twentieth birthday. A man clad in a black suit, emanating an aura that screamed danger and authority. Alejandro Delgado. And he was here for her. He was here to ask for her hand in marriage, not for him, but for his son. She was going to get married into the Delgado family. The request was shocking for Lucia. An unknown man suddenly offering an arranged marriage? Bullshit! Lucia didn’t want that, but her father had already approved it. She tried to escape, but Alejandro was always one step ahead of her. She hated him, he ruined her life and she was never going to forgive him for that. But what happens when feelings start to get twisted, and things start to change? Lucia wants to be enemies with him, but somehow she gets pulled closer to him no matter how much she tries to stay away from the man who stole her away from her family and her loving boyfriend.

"I didn’t know I was marrying two people. He wore the suit, but she pulled the strings. The day I walked down the aisle, eyes locked with the man I loved, I thought I had found peace. I thought I was finally leaving behind the noise of my childhood, the ache of loneliness, and the years I spent praying for a love that would choose me, only me. But no one told me that some men never truly leave their mothers. They marry, yes,but their hearts remain tangled in an invisible umbilical cord, one that stretches past vows, past bedrooms, past boundaries. I moved into our new home, only to find that the walls had ears, hers. We lived in separate flats, but it never truly felt like my space. My marriage was a room she walked into, uninvited but ever present. Her opinions dripped into our arguments, her eyes followed me from behind lace curtains, and her voice echoed in decisions that should have belonged to me and my husband. At first, I kept quiet. I told myself it was cultural. Respect. Family. Then I told myself it was temporary. Then I stopped telling myself anything at all, because nothing I said made a difference. This is not a story of hate. It’s a story of love, tested by bloodlines, boundaries, and a battle I never asked to fight. This is my truth. The marriage I thought was mine. The home that never really felt like home. And the rules I never agreed to, but had to live by, simply because… I was under her roof".

SOLD TO THE VOID ALPHA: THE REJECTED HEIRESS Twenty-one years. That is how long Zora Vane lived as the "Dormant Disgrace" of Aethelgard. In a city where strength is measured by the wolf's shift, Zora was a flatline—a rejected heiress whose own father treated her like a corporate error. Until the night he traded her life to settle a debt. Sold for ten billion dollars. Zora is handed over to Dante Thorne, the "Butcher Alpha" and CEO of the city’s most lethal empire. Dante is a monster in a three-piece suit, a man who doesn't want a mate—il wants a weapon. He knows the secret Zora’s father spent a lifetime hiding: Zora isn’t a weak human. She is the Void, a dormant extinction-level event designed to consume the Lycan race. As Dante triggers Zora’s awakening, a toxic, soul-searing "Life-Tether" snaps into place. Every time they touch, Zora grows more powerful, and Dante moves closer to a cold, obsidian death. But the Alpha isn't the only predator in the shadows. The mother Zora thought was dead is actually High Queen Elena, the ruthless ruler of the High Council. Elena didn’t leave her daughter; she was waiting for her to ripen. Now, the Queen is coming to harvest her masterpiece, and she’s brought Zora’s own father and a secret brother to ensure the "Merge" is complete. Trapped between a man who bought her to save her and a family that birthed her to destroy her, Zora must decide: Will she remain the rejected heiress, or will she become the Sovereign of the Void and burn the Spires to the ground?

My husband, Don Cassian, just survived an assassination attempt. He limped in, bleeding, and ordered me to stitch him up. But when I reached into his blood-soaked suit, my fingers brushed against something soft. Black lace panties. Not mine. My hand flew to my still-flat stomach. For our child. How could he do this to us? Ice flooded my veins. “We’re done, Cassian.” His gaze was heavy, exhausted. He gave a single, sharp nod. “Fine. I’ll have my lawyer draft the papers.” But then, a frantic little voice—one that wasn't mine—screamed from deep within my womb. [Mom, don’t leave him! Dad didn’t cheat! The family isn’t going to fall. It’s a setup!] [Oriana Gallo planned all of this! She wants your place! She put those panties in his pocket herself!] [If you leave, her men will grab you. They’ll take you to an abandoned warehouse and dump your body in Lake Michigan. Then she’ll play the grieving friend, comfort Dad, and become the new Mrs. Marino!] [Mom, I came back to stop this! Please, don’t fall for it again!] I snapped back to the present. Spinning around, I launched myself into Cassian's arms, my body wracked with sobs. “I was just trying to scare you! How could you agree so easily? Are you that tired of me?” I jabbed a finger at his chest, tears streaming down my face.

In order to protect me, Don Salvatore deliberately announces that my fiance, Simone Pozzi, is his long-lost son. Simone shakes with excitement when he sees the man in a bespoke suit stepping out of the Rolls-Royce that is parked outside my house. Just as I'm about to tell him it's all a lie, he shoves me aside. He even brushes his sleeves in disgust, as if he has touched something filthy. Simone says, "Stay away from me. Don't let your poverty rub off on me! Since I'm the Don's son, we'll call off our engagement. An illegitimate bastard like you isn't even fit to wipe my shoes!" When I try to explain, he cuts me off by writing out a check and flinging it hard into my face. The sharp edge of the paper slices across my cheek. "Take this one million dollars as our breakup fee and don't bother me again. We're no longer from the same world," Simone says. I watch the check flutter down into the mud and quietly turn off my phone screen. On the screen is a message Papa—Don Salvatore—has just sent me, "Just bear with it a little longer, Principessa. Papa will bring you home soon to take over the famiglia." Simone is so determined to cut himself off completely. He might have the luck to claim a fortune that big, but not the life to enjoy it.

When I was seven, Victor Medici took me off the streets of Brooklyn. From that moment on, I became a blade hidden in the shadows of the Medici family. The Medici family was one of the five major mafia families in New York City, and Victor was the family’s Don. By fifteen, I had learned how to handle a gun and a knife. I could carry out the family’s “clean-up” orders with precision. By eighteen, I led a team that wiped out three weapons hubs belonging to the rival Rina mafia family, securing the East Side territory for Victor. At twenty-one, during a hearing, I took the fall for Victor’s crimes. In the end, I was sentenced to three years in prison. The day I got out, he took me straight to Las Vegas to get married. With his own hands, he slipped a ruby ring onto my finger—a symbol of the Donna. Under the witness’s gaze, he kissed me, his voice almost reverent. “Rachel, I love you. You’re my only weakness.” Then, he pulled out a stamped and signed contract from his suit pocket. “This is my wedding gift to you. If I ever betray you, my power, my status, and my wealth will be transferred into your name, and I’ll walk away with nothing.” After a pause, he gave a sly smile and added, “But that day will never come. Because I’ll always love you.” I took the contract, so happy that I felt like I might cry, but that happiness only lasted two years.

On the day I rejected Isabelle Hale, Wall Street's newest golden girl, everyone thought I had lost my mind. She had everything: a Wharton degree, a national finance championship, a perfect family name, and a résumé polished enough to make doors open before she even knocked. But I knew what was hiding behind that name. Fifty years ago, her grandfather stole my grandmother's acceptance letter, her New York scholarship, and the future she had earned with her own hands. He used them to escape an Appalachian coal town with another woman, then built himself into a celebrated Ivy League professor who lectured rich students about ethics. My real grandmother, Grace Walker, was left behind in coal dust and shame. My mother grew up carrying the weight of that stolen life. They lifted me out anyway. I made it all the way to Manhattan, to a glass conference room at Northbridge Capital, where Isabelle sat across from me in a black suit tailored like victory. She thought her family name would protect her. She thought I would bow. Instead, I closed her file and said, "You didn't pass." By the next morning, they had fired me, dragged my name through the mud, and turned a press conference into my public trial. They forgot one thing. I didn't climb to the top of Wall Street to beg for a seat at their table. I came to take back every name, every chance, and every voice they stole from women like us.

~ SORA HELL MORGATHOR ~ Since my appointment to the throne, my cousin on paper has fully embraced the role of archnemesis, dedicating every breath to my downfall. He is a walking tantrum in a tailored suit, still crying about a crown that was never going to fit his head anyway. My life wasn’t perfect, but ever since I was adopted into the Hell Morgathor family, staying alive has become a full-time hobby, mostly because every move I make is now at the mercy of men who treat human lives like disposable currency. It’s nice to know I’ve brought the city together; apparently, having me in charge is the only thing everyone can agree is a terrible idea. My cousin on paper views me as the ultimate gatekeeper, Largely thanks to the fact that I have the audacity to keep breathing while he wants my chair, treating my pulse like a personal insult to his resume. ☠️☠️☠️☠️ ~A-JUN HELL MORGATHOR ~ All I want is my family to stop being a shadow. A woman carries the family name, whereas my father is subjected to being the underboss. As if things aren’t bad enough, an adopted female child is coded to be the next Don, and she had the guts to accept the offer. I was fully prepared to end her life, but I was suddenly struck by lightning, or maybe it was just her impeccable skincare routine, and I decided to let it slide, distracted by her face and forgot why I was even holding a weapon. I'm currently temporarily blinded by her sheer audacity to be that gorgeous while I’m trying to work. But until when will I be distracted?

“You can hide from anyone—but not from the devil who owns you.” There are choices that make us and others that break us. For Alessia Rivera, her worst mistake became her only way out. Alessia Rivera's world came crashing down the night she found her fiancé with her best friend in bed. Trust has been broken, humiliation dumped on her, everything ripped apart. But her family was concerned about power, not her pain. The marriage between her and Damon was politics, not love, and if she refused to play along, they would let her father rot in jail. One desperate night, Alessia sought escape in the arms of a stranger. A mistake. A secret. A fire that should not have happened. But Dante Moretti is not a man you forget. He is danger wrapped in a tailored suit, the kind of man people fear to whisper about. Cold. Commanding. Obsessive. And weeks later, Alessia learns the truth that rip her world apart: she is pregnant…And Dante is the father of her unborn child and he is also the mysterious new partner of her family’s empire. Now she is trapped in a cruel game. Marry the man who betrayed her to protect her father, or confess the truth to the devil who already marked her as his. To Dante, he doesn’t care about vows, rings, or the lies she hides behind. He wants one thing—her. And he will burn her world to ashes to claim what belongs to him. Because to Dante, love is not tender. Love is possession. Love is war. And Alessia is the only one that can quench this fire. The question is, how does one resist the devil who already owns her soul?

A retired mafia boss of the billionaire Lincoln family was murdered and his first son kingsley was killed by five comrades and the formula on his military mission on hybrid Werewolves supersoldiers was stolen. his father wanted king the heir to his family to have military skills knowing that one day, he might need it against the mafia mob who might return for revenge. Before kingsley death, he discovered that his brother had paid a large some of money to end his life in other to take over the family's wealth. Kinglsely on run to his death, sent a video to his wife informing him about lancaster. Lancaster stole kingsley inheritance. Kingsley's wife Elena, tried to take back the company through the law however she was killed and lance his son was pinned for the murder and almost killed by cops. A mafia man on suit, an enemy of Arnold walks in saving Lance and tells him he will save him only if he becomes a tool to for his revenge to destroy his family. He takes lance to a school called point blank where lance experience despair of a non existent school where you either kill or be killed. To get 50% shares from his dieing grandmother who is on the verge to restore her family, lance must sign a Marriage contract with Hazel to get back his stolen wealth. Lance abuses Hazel every chances he gets so as Hazel can quit the Marriage however when Lance was struck facing Deaths door. Hazel became his only hope which lead to a steamy relationship and a turn of events that would test the love of the duo. When things turns for good, the wolf of the north begins their raid on hazel.