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My twin sister died in my arms with his name on her lips. Five years later, I wear red lipstick and heels to seduce the man who murdered her. ~ Five years ago, Anastasia’s world ended in gunfire and ash. Her entire family was slaughtered on her eighteenth birthday, by the man her twin sister loved. Left for dead, Anastasia was saved by a stranger. Broken, enraged, and alone, she was taken in by a woman who taught her how to disappear… and how to kill. Now, she’s Skye, trained to seduce, infiltrate, and destroy. Her mission is simple: get close to Nikolaus Volkov, close enough to break him. But killing him isn’t enough. She wants to make him suffer, to crave her, to need her. And when he’s completely at her mercy… she’ll rip him apart the way he tore her world to pieces. A kiss meant to disarm ignites something deadly, Desire. Obsession. Confusion. Nikolaus is not the cold-blooded monster she expected. He’s worse. And yet, with every stolen glance and kiss, Skye begins to slip. Revenge was the plan. Desire was never part of it. Now, she’s playing a game she might not win. Under Her Skirt: The Last Kiss is a dark, twisted mafia romance of seduction, revenge, and ruin, where every kiss could be a betrayal… and every heartbeat could be your last.

WARNING ⚠️ PG 18 THIS BOOK CONTAINS SENSITIVE CONTENT, READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED. "For every pain you have made me feel," I whispered, "you will feel ten times more." The wind carried my words away. "I will make sure every member of your family feels the same pain and torment you forced upon me." I stepped back, further into the shadows. "The sins of the father," I murmured, "will be visited upon his children.” ******************************************** Betrayed by her boyfriend, Ruby watched her family gruesomely murdered. She was defiled by her parent's killers and left to the cold hands of death, However, it seems fate had so much in store for her, As she was Saved by a Ruthless Mafia lord, Kairo, driven by Rage, and Betrayal, and pain of losing her loved ones, Ruby vowed to get her revenge on Harlow's family. Unexpectedly, Ruby finds love amid her revenge, caught between carrying out her revenge or accepting her feelings. Will she be able to get her revenge on the Harlow family? Or will she give it all up for the sake of love?

Elara Virelli was born into a family that hated her and treated her as nothing more than a servant. She finally escapes after sleeping with a masked man at her sister's engagement party. She now has a new identity and a son she loves more than anything. Lucien Kòrvac is a powerful mafia Don under the guise of a billionaire CEO. Fate reunites him with an interesting woman he knew years ago, and he discovers he has a son he never knew existed. Now he will stop at nothing to claim and protect him. Now they are enemies in a world where love is luxury and loyalty is fake. Both bound by a child. Will hatred turn to desire, or will their past destroy them both?

Riley thought her mother’s new marriage would bring stability. Instead, it led her straight into danger. Her new stepbrother, Noah, is everything she should fear. He is tattooed, ruthless, involved with the mafia, and dangerous in ways she can’t resist. His grey eyes promise destruction. But Noah isn’t the only threat in the mansion. David, her mother’s husband and Noah’s guardian, is the most ruthless mafia boss of all. He married for one reason: revenge. And Riley is the perfect pawn. Now, trapped between a stepfather who wants to ruin her and a stepbrother who will kill to keep her, Riley’s heart is caught in a fight of loyalty, and forbidden desire. He’s her salvation. He’s her stepbrother. Loving him might cost her life. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• “Look at your phone, princess. You see the black Jeep across the street? I’m in it. You’ve got thirty seconds to walk out on your own, or Im going come in and carry you out over my shoulder in front of every single one of your little friends. And Ethan gets to learn what happens when he puts his mouth where it doesn’t belong. Clock’s ticking.”

In a world where power reigns supreme and betrayal lurks around every corner, one merciless mafia boss sees women as nothing more than pawns in his game of dominance. But fate has other plans when he meets Ivory—a spark ignites, challenging his cold-hearted beliefs about love and loyalty. When Ivory is thrust into a perilous situation due to her father’s treachery, the stakes escalate. With her life hanging in the balance, she faces an impossible choice: marry the ruthless leader who holds her fate in his hands or suffer the dire consequences of her father's sins. As their worlds collide, can a heart forged in darkness find a glimmer of redemption? Will the iron grip of control yield to an unexpected bond? Prepare for a gripping tale of loyalty, desperation, and the transformative power of love—where every twist will leave you breathless. Buckle up for a journey that defies the odds and redefines what it means to truly belong.

God didn't hire me to play guardian angel. He'd send the devil instead and he did in the form of a woman. It's her. My downfall, my saviour, my redemption, my woman. Run, Camille, Run.

"Kuya, kahit pangkape lang!" Iyon ang lagi kong naririnig kay Nanay noong bata pa ako. Naisip ko dati na sobra talaga kaming naghihirap dahil kahit pambili ng kape ay walang-wala kami. Marumi, mababa ang lipad, at wala ng dignidad— iyon ang buhay na mayroon si Nanay. "Kuya, pangyosi lang!" Hindi naglaon ay sumunod ako sa yapak ni Nanay at iyon na lagi ang linyahan ko gabi-gabi. Pero dahil sa linyang iyon ay mas lalong gugulo ang buhay kong matagal nang miserable. Paanong ang isang babaeng mababa ang lipad na katulad ko ay magiging asawa ng isang makapangyarihan na mafia lord?

“Just do it. Please." I begged, I was desperate and I needed to get my release. “You’ll get punished for this Valentina.” He held me in a way that I could not turn to face him, his voice was dark. "Then just punish me now, I don't mind and I won't regret it tomorrow.” I pleaded but I only heard him sigh. "I didn't want to do this.” He said in a low voice and my imagination bloomed… *** Valentina is betrayed by her husband and her best friend, she finds out their dirty plan and how oblivious she had been for the past three years of her life. Her life is ruined, she is completely destroyed and left with no other option, she seeks solace from the forbidden source, the deadly Mafia Lord. She would do anything to make them have a taste of their medicine.

When a chance encounter in a dimly lit club leads her into the orbit of Dominic Valente.The enigmatic head of New York’s most powerful crime family journalist Aria Cole knows she should walk away. But one night becomes a dangerous game of temptation and power. Dominic is as magnetic as he is merciless, and behind his tailored suits lies a man used to getting exactly what he wants. What begins as a single, reckless evening turns into a web of secrets, loyalty tests, and a passion that threatens to burn them both. As rival families circle and the law closes in, Aria must decide whether their connection is worth the peril or if loving a man like Dominic will cost her everything.

Tate flirts with danger the same way he flirts with men. Recklessly. So when his father’s debts land him in the hands of Enzo Moretti, a cold-blooded mafia boss with a smile as sharp as his threats, Tate should be terrified. Instead, he flirts harder, hiding sharp eyes behind thick glasses like he doesn’t see the monster watching him. But he does. He always did. Enzo is no ordinary criminal. He’s a werewolf with a body built to break, a past soaked in blood, and a temper barely kept in check. Tate is supposed to be collateral—silent, obedient, forgotten. But Tate? He’s loud, shameless, stubborn enough to make Enzo feel. For months, they circle each other—clashing, teasing, burning. Enzo should’ve killed him, but instead, he steals him. Holds him. Breaks him open until their craving for each other twists between punishment and pleasure, until need feels like worship, and pain starts to taste like love. Then, when Tate thinks he’s escaped, when he thinks he’s free—Enzo lets him go. When someone else tries to take what’s already his, Enzo doesn’t hesitate. He drags Tate back, and now the boy wears his name, carries his ring, and sleeps in his bed. Maybe Tate should hate him. But he doesn’t. Because he never wanted gentle. He never wanted safe. He wanted this—blinding, consuming desire. And Enzo? He doesn’t let go. Not when he’s tasted him. Marked him. Owned him. Because monsters like him don’t share. Not even with their own blood.