Mundo Chords No Capo

When an agreement that only a blood relative of the LeTale family can negotiate the end of their ongoing war is endangered by an ambush on their warehouse causing many family fatalities, and landing the Don in intensive care, Maria LeTale is flown home to take the reins she has never asked for. Tasked with keeping her safe, the Don's favourite Capo, Tony Calcolo, vows to protect Maria at all costs. But what would the cost be if he got too invested in his latest project?

Ashley Conrad, lived a very ordinary but her father, who owed a huge amount of money a dangerous mafia Capo, Rafael Herrera, decided to exchange her against his life and his freedom. Ignoring of the deal between his father and Rafael, Ashley gets closer and closer to Rafael and even falls in love with him. But will she still be in love with him when she discovers that she was only a deal for him. But is it really sure that she was only a deal for this mafia capo with a sulphurous and trouble past ?

Sa mundo ng mga diwata, kapag may taong nakasabay nila sa oras kung kailan sila isinilang ay itinuturi nila itong kakambal. Magkaiba man ng mundo, nakagisnang buhay ay hindi pareho pero sa paniniwala ng diwata kakambal niya ito. Siya ay si Alea, isang tao na laging dinadalaw ng kakambal niyang diwata. Ngunit pilit silang inilalayo sa isa't-isa kaya lumaki silang hindi nagkakasama. Lumipas ang maraming taon at hindi na rin nagpapakita ang kambal nitong diwata. Ngunit nang dumating ang nalalapit na panglabing-walong taong kaarawan nila ay muli itong nagparamdam at nagpakita. Siya ay si Avaleighra, ang kakambal niyang diwata.

 Blurb-Capo's Obsession Love story of power ,money and retribution.....lets join the journey Falcon  A ruthless , heartless and emotionless Monster aka CAPO of Europe and Asian Mafia.  When I saw her, the organ in my chest started another work except pumping, it started beating for her one glance. I was made to kill,  demolish and ruin whoever tried to cross me. I am insanely possessive of my things. Whatever belongs to me remains mine and mine , whether it is my vase , my shoes or my maid and you dare to cross me,play with my mind. Now she will suffer the consequences. Be ready to live in my cage FOREVER ! Nandini They broke me, tested me, but I never said anything. Even my so-called family did not care about me . My own people cheated on me . But the stranger to whom I was nothing gave me what my own family could never give: Love and protection. But he snatched those people from me. He killed my soul. My heart stopped feeling emotion. Those people were ruthlessly snatched from me. The beating heart inside me froze. Now in this body there is only blood flowing in the veins, not the heart. HEART, only an organ to keep me alive. NOW I HAVE NOTHING left except the hollow body and  I won't allow him Now I have nothing to lose and no hope of gaining.  HE  gave me the sorrow of life, took away all my soul from my existence. There is nothing in this hollow body now. This body will never be his. Never. Not EVER!

**EXCERPT** He rasped, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "I'll make sure you're addicted to the way I fúck you until you can't breathe without wanting me inside of you." Jesus Christ. He was going to kill me at this rate with his words... ⫷◍◍◍◍◍◍◍◍◍⫸ Lilith has perfected the art of disguise. She is an ambitious college student balancing her family’s needs by day. By night, she transforms into Raven—a mesmerizing dancer in a club where secrets reign, and the most feared man in the room, Giovanni, watches her every move. Giovanni's ruthless reputation is undeniable, but beneath his icy demeanor lies a deeply complex soul. When he hires Raven to uncover his rivals' darkest secrets, Lilith seizes the opportunity. The payout could change everything for her family—if she can handle the risk. One reckless night intertwines their fates in ways neither expected. As she ventures further into his world, every lie and secret draws her closer to disaster and a desire she never saw coming. If Giovanni uncovers her true identity, he’ll claim her in ways she never imagined—or destroy her in the process. *MATURE CONTENT AS THE CHAPTER PROGRESSES*

THE CAPO'S DEADLY BRIDE : SHH... I TAME REAL MEN. Delilah Flynn is an orphan living in Ashwood City with her aunt. She has a gorgeous face and that curvy body that no man could resist. She is true beauty! At day, Delilah works as a coffee shop owner, but at night, she is the sexy pole dancer who steals the spotlight. She does not just ignite the desires in men, she tame them and bend them to her will. Suddenly, she is trapped in a web, where she is forced to get married to a dangerous man in the Cosa Nostra's organisation, Marco Donato. Her in-laws believed that she was the perfect, holy, submissive wife for Marco Donato, but no, she is not. She is the one who drags him by his tie, licks his ear lobe, and whispers, "Shh... I tame real men." [Warning: This book contains graphic violence, dark content, explicit scenes, rape (not between ML and FL), explicit language, and mature themes. It may be triggering for some readers due to scenes of violence, coercion, and emotional distress.] Author: @Royalmary23

I chase my six-year-old daughter out of the house on a cold winter day. I cut her new clothes to pieces and dirty her dainty little face with mud. Then, I give her all my savings. She looks at me tearfully and reaches out for me, wanting me to hold her. However, I harden my heart and push her away, saying, "Leave! Go to Bowen Group and look for their CEO, Logan Bowen. Show him my death certificate and your DNA test—he'll take you in." She sobs while looking at me. "Don't you want me anymore, Mommy? Let's go look for Daddy together." After a brief silence, I say, "I can't go with you. I lied to him back then to have you." Yes, I'm a liar. I orchestrated everything from meeting Logan, dating him, to ultimately leaving him with his child in my womb. Even the death certificate I've given my daughter is fake. From beginning to end, I've lied to him about everything except our daughter.

Despite a decade of marriage, Simon never once shared my bed, claiming that he had pledged himself to ascetic practices and that it was beneath him. I thought that he suffered from some shameful ailment and guarded his secret like a devoted fool, until my birthday, when I came home to find him entangled with a brothel worker before the floor-length mirror. When I lunged forward in rage, he drove a shard of that broken mirror straight through my heart. When I awoke, I was gripping my phone, its screen illuminating a message Simon had just sent: [I’ll still give you a lavish wedding, but the marriage certificate? That belongs to her.]

Two years after we marry, my husband moves his sister and her family into our marital home. The four of them settle down and refuse to leave. So, I quit both my jobs. I laze around at home all day and splurge on various things. I have so many parcels delivered that they pile up by the door. Occasionally, I ask my husband and his sister for allowance. When the management office sends someone to chase for our maintenance fee, my husband breaks down so loudly that everyone in the building can hear him. He asks me whether I've lost my mind—who will support the family if I don't work? How will we survive without money? Am I going to allow our family to starve? So, it turns out he does know that we'll starve without anyone generating income. Why does he and his sister stay at home and plot to take away all my money, then?

Fedora Smith was done with love. Finished. Buried. Betrayal had ripped out her heart and torched it—her boyfriend of four years and her best friend of twenty-five caught pants down on the very anniversary sheets she gifted him. And their excuses? “You’re not attractive anymore.” “You took too long to marry him.” Fine. If love was a game, she was rewriting the rules. Now, she runs The Bridal Fix, an elite agency providing fake marriages for a steep price—rent-a-bride services for men needing to fool their families, secure an inheritance, or stage the perfect breakup. Fifteen weddings, fifteen divorces—no strings, no mess. Just business. Until Judah Carlstone. He hires her like the rest—one contract, one wedding, one payday. But Judah asks too many questions. Looks at her too long. And when he smirks and says— "Tell me, Fedora… how does it feel to say ‘I do’ and not mean it?" For the first time in years, she has no answer. Because this was never supposed to feel real.