Mmf Romance Novels & Stories

Marco looked at me with something that might have been sympathy or pity or understanding, I couldn't tell. "You're allowed to move on," he said quietly. "It's been less than two months." "There's no timeline for this stuff." "Yeah there is. And it's definitely longer than two months." "Says who?" "Says... I don't know. Common decency? Basic human empathy? The fact that Rafael died protecting her and now I'm kissing her like some kind of opportunistic asshole?" "Or," Marco said, "you're a guy who's been forced into close quarters with a woman you're attracted to during an incredibly traumatic time and something developed between you. That's not opportunistic. That's human."

It was so thick a blunt knife could cut through it. She moved her hands away, and moved it to the other plate. The movie began. “Of course it's some ridiculous romance story,” Luca said at the very first scene. She chuckled but didn't say anything afterwards. “In what world is any man refusing a ten million dollar offer from an older woman just to fuck her? This is the problem with romance stories. They're not realistic.” “You sound like one of those overly logical professors dissecting a movie,” Mia chuckled as she munched her delicious chicken.

"Then what are you waiting for!" The roar came fast. His hand cracked across my face. Slap. My head snapped sideways. The heat from the slap spread through my cheek. "Do you think your life matters more than the name Moretti?" He gripped my chin, fingers digging deep through my skin. "You are a Moretti. We don't run. We fight until there is nothing left to fight." "I'm sorry," I choked out. "Sorry won't put a million dollars in my pocket. Sorry won't stop the other families from laughing at me." He released me and turned toward the window, staring out at the dark gardens. "I can't have a coward for a son. I won't."

My irritation grew as he chuckled softly. He took another step closer. Now there was barely space between us. “Then tell me how it works.” “You’re the mafia king,” I said quietly. “You order people around.” “And you obey?” “No.” “Yet you're standing here, right in front of me.” His gaze was intense, making my heart race. “Because I want answers.” “And if I don’t give them?” “Then I’ll find them myself.” A slow smile appeared on his face. “Dangerous promise.”

Forever. If he doesn't say something in the next minute, he'll never hear from me again. I swear it on my life. “Romano” Caroline called in that slutty voice of hers, my vision turned misty. Why wasn't he saying anything? Why was she still in his office? Why did I even believe he would ever be mine? The men in the mafia world had all the power they wanted; they could afford to take mistresses and lovers even while married, and no one would point a finger at them.

Across the table, Bianca suddenly pushed her plate away quickly. Too quickly. Alessio noticed immediately. “So,” my mother chirped brightly, “have you two discussed honeymoon destinations yet?” Bianca nearly choked on her water. “I—what?” “The honeymoon,” my mother repeated impatiently. “Surely you’ve thought about it.” Bianca looked horrified. Meanwhile, Alessio looked almost entertained. “Not yet,” he answered smoothly. My mother sighed dramatically. “Young people today have no romance.” Romance. Right. Because arranged mafia marriages were obviously peak romance.

We couldn’t touch without pain, but we stayed near each other—talking, remembering, making promises. “I never thought I’d get married,” Callan admitted in the afternoon. Sunlight slanted across his face, highlighting the new lines of stress and survival. “Not like this. Not to a man. Not after everything. But with you… it feels right. Like all the broken pieces finally fit.” I smiled through fresh tears. “I used to dream about a normal life. Nice house. Hockey career. Maybe a dog. Never imagined I’d fall in love through chemical warfare and public scandal. But I wouldn’t trade any of it. Not if it led me to you.”

Sleeping with a total stranger was not something I have ever done, and sleeping with a man for a job or money, hell no. I am broke, annoying and pretty stupid sometimes, but then I have my dignity and would never allow myself be insulted. I would never forget that producer, I often see him in my dreams. I would beat him up and made him regret being alive. But that was in my dreams, whenever he didn't appear in my dream, I would think about beating him up before getting up from the bed. "Beautiful" I muttered as I looked at how gorgeous I looked. I stood up and went straight to the kitchen. My mum was making breakfast, and my siblings looked like they just finished cleaning the house.

Lies, obsession, and forbidden love blur the lines between loyalty and betrayal, leaving them tangled in a web where survival demands the ultimate sacrifice. This is a twisted, dark MMF mafia romance where love is savage, hate burns deep, and survival comes at a deadly cost. TROPES: MAFIA Amnesia Enemies to Lover MM/MFM Revenge Forced Marriage ______ CAGED- A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTÎVE ROMANCE SYNOPSIS ERICA Kidnapped. Sold. Caged. I should’ve known. But with the monster I was familiar with locked in a mental asylum I stopped looking over my shoulder. And that’s when the real monster in a Armani suit, with beautiful face and a dark accent decided to haunt my dreams and every waking moment.