Mia Potter

"You're a monster," she whispered, staring at me with cold hate. I placed the gun under her chin, lifting her head as I leaned in. I noticed her light shudders and my lips twitched with excitement "Oh Mia Dolce, you have no idea," Autumn let out a shaky breath and I moved back making room for her, she gave me a disgusted glare before walking away. - - - - - - - - - - Autumn's world is turned upside down when she discovers her mother has secretly married the father of Dante De Luca, a ruthless and brooding mafia leader. As she navigates this shocking revelation, she's forced to confront her complicated feelings towards her new stepbrother. Despite their initial animosity, Autumn and Dante's forbidden attraction grows, but their love is tested by external forces, including family expectations and vengeful enemies. When a long-buried secret surfaces, Autumn's fate hangs in the balance - will she be torn from Dante's arms or will their love prove strong enough to overcome the darkness that surrounds them?"

Stefan raises a skeptical brow."And why would I do that?" His voice was low, like a warning, and it made her shiver even though she tried not to show it. "We both have one thing in common," Mia continues, her gaze unwavering."Shitty fathers. A pointed pause hangs in the air."The only difference between us is that you are an illegitimate child, and I am not". Stefan studies her, the heiress in her designer armor, the fire in her eyes that matches the burn of his own rage. "That's your solution? A wedding band as a weapon?" He said ignoring the part where she just referred to him as an illegitimate child. "The only weapon they will not see coming". She steps closer, close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume, gunpowder and jasmine."Our fathers stole our birthrights. Then, Stefan's mouth curves into something sharp. "One condition," he murmurs, closing the distance."No divorces. If we are doing this, it's for life" "Deal" Mia said without missing a beat. She would not give him the pleasure, she would destroy her life as she seems fit ................. Mia Meyers was born to rule her father's empire , until he named his bastard son heir instead. Can these two rivals, united by their vengeful hearts, pull off a marriage of convenience to reclaim what they believe is rightfully theirs?

“Mia… Please…” He whispered, taking a step forward but almost immediately, she took a step back, her gaze filled with determination. “You don't get to call me that anymore. It's Ms. Carter now. Watch your company, Damien… Things could go awfully wrong, hm?” She smirked at him. Two years ago, Milena Carter received the biggest disappointment of her life. Scorned and looked down on, she leaves in search of a name for herself and now, she's back… The man who once tossed her aside like she meant nothing? He'll pay. The world that mocked her? She’ll own it. And the child he never knew existed? Mia will protect her son at all costs—even if it means signing a contract with the devil himself. Because fate has a cruel sense of humor, and the one man she swore never to forgive is now the only one who may hold the key to her future once more. But this time? This time, she'll be the one leaving scars.

In New York’s Upper East Side, there were two heirs. One was a speed-obsessed daredevil dominating the racetracks, the other was a brilliant actuary who controlled the flow of capital. Born into powerful families and polar opposites in temperament, yet they grew up side by side as each other’s only best friend. They had fought over girls and bickered endlessly over racing bets. However, at fifteen, there was one thing they did in perfect unison. They each put on the same roughly carved bronze badge. They were trinkets Mia had idly made during a craft class, marked only by a faint “M” scratched on the back. Back then, Mia was seated in the last row of the classroom. Her background was a complete mystery to everyone. Yet they wore that badge for ten whole years. Whether standing on the F1 podium or locking in billion-dollar trades at the exchange, the cheap little badge on their chests never changed. Until Ella showed up. She was the cherished daughter of a rising conglomerate family. She hand-stitched two gold-thread fabric patches and gifted them to them. The patches looked so ordinary they looked like the kind of trinket you would find three for a dollar at a flea market. And yet, they both replaced their bronze badges with her plain patches. Mia did not say anything. She simply folded away an old newspaper clipping with a photo of the three of them smiling together. That night, she called her father in Sicily. Her voice was emotionless. “Papa, I accept the marriage arrangement.”