O Don Italiano

When I was five months pregnant, my mafia husband Dante Pierce had an affair with his childhood sweetheart. That was when I discovered that our marriage certificate was fake. He had secretly married someone else behind my back. Even worse, the child I was carrying would be excluded from the family inheritance. From beginning to end, I was nothing more than a public front for his precious childhood sweetheart. After learning the truth, I did not cry or throw a tantrum. I quietly erased my legal identity, changed my name and disappeared forever with my child. However, later, everyone claimed that Dante, head of the Pierce family, was a hopeless romantic who had given up everything to search for the wife and child who had vanished without a trace.

Larissa Moretti viveu um namoro de cinco anos. Intenso o bastante para virar notícia em Aurimare. No dia de assinar os papéis do casamento, ele simplesmente... não apareceu. Ali, a paciência dela morreu. Larissa terminou. O noivo virou ex. E ela jurou: não voltaria atrás. Nunca. Só que a engrenagem do destino não parou. Um telefonema mudou tudo. Por puro orgulho, Larissa se casou com Arthur Vasconcelos, o homem frio com quem mal falava, e o irmão mais velho do seu ex. Arthur era o homem mais cobiçado de Aurimare. Brilhante, intocável. Foi ele quem levantou um império financeiro que atravessava fronteiras. Um magnata que o mercado respeitava. E, quando o nome Vasconcelos era citado, até gente poderosa baixava a voz. Depois do casamento, porém, Arthur só tinha uma regra: Larissa. Ele a tratava como raridade. Protegia, cedia, colocava o mundo em ordem com a mesma naturalidade com que tirava um fio de cabelo do rosto dela. Até o dia em que o ex a humilhou, chamando-a de inútil, como se ela não valesse nada. Arthur nem discutiu. Um soco seco. O irmão dele no chão. Ele se inclinou um pouco, a voz baixa: — Minha esposa é o meu tudo. Não existe joia neste mundo, por mais rara e brilhante, que chegue perto da luz dela. Tudo o que for dela, eu apoio. Insulte-a de novo e você está fora da família Vasconcelos. Para sempre. Só muito tempo depois Larissa entenderia. O homem que ela sempre temeu a amava havia dez anos. E aquele "casamento por impulso"? Foi um plano paciente. Um laço doce armado para ela cair... e nunca mais querer sair.

There will be revenge, There will be innocent people, there will be a bad sibling and of course, there will be a love story but there will also be some twists along with secrets｡ｭ *Note* --- Not a sequel. This is just the second series for Don't leave me.

BOOK #6 - WRIGHT-PETROV SERIES After her father's death, Kamilla lost her association with her father's employer. The Petrov family. Everything else followed. People she considered friends, including her boyfriend, turned their backs on her. She was outcasted by the same people previously groveling to please her. Overnight, she becomes a nobody. An easy target for the hypocrites of society. Nonetheless, she endures. She is far stronger than anyone realizes. However, someone thought she needed protection. "Why are you doing this, Mr. Samuel Petrov? I do not need the frivolity of your world. And please do not give me that lame excuse about being my father's friend again," she shows her defiance by meeting his calm gaze with her sharp angry one. "Believe me, Kamilla, you will not want to hear my reasons." Samuel bore her with an ominous look, attempting to dismiss her. "What reasons, Mr. Petrov? Does it include watching me sleep in the middle of the night? Or your huge one down there having a hard-on whenever you see me in my flimsy nightgown?" with regained boldness, she sassed while pointing at the bump of his pants. Samuel raised a brow in response to her brazenness. "It's just the tip of the iceberg you are seeing, Kamilla. You do not want to know the rest of it," his voice turned icy cold as he gritted every word. "I'm no angel, Samuel Petrov. I can smell your desire since day one, baby" A suggestive sultry smile carves her lips. "Fuck you, Kamilla. Don't call me baby" she was no longer surprise when he swiftly pulled and pinned her on the couch. "It's dangerous" His ragged hot breath fanned her face, and a rock-hard thing was wedged between them.

After dating for seven years, I proposed a hundred and one times to my boyfriend, Jason Brown. However, he always told me that he was not ready, rejecting my proposals. This continued to my 28th birthday. In his suit pocket, I found a ring box. Thinking he was about to propose to me, I was overjoyed. However, to my horror, I saw him going down on one knee to propose to his assistant, Marcella Hopkins. Right before my eyes, he placed the ring I had yearned for so long on her finger. When one of his buddies asked what he planned to do with me, Jason wrapped his arm around his new love and chuckled. "Dude, I don't think I can bring myself to marry a woman who wants to get married that badly. She's so needy. However, if I do get a second wife, I might consider her. After all, she is hopelessly in love with me." He was sure I would wait for him, and he even placed a bet with his friends that I would crash his wedding. However, on his wedding day, I never showed up. Moments before his wedding ceremony was about to start, he suddenly noticed me, fully dressed up in a wedding gown in a separate banquet hall. Seeing me about to marry someone else, he almost went crazy.

Riccardo Volsi, the youngest Don of Altamura, has an arm wrapped around my enemy, Sofia Greco, as they step over my dying body. On the night before, he had a hand clamped over my mouth and his other hand gripping my thigh as he thrust into me repeatedly in throes of passion. Yet, today he's the one who personally locks me into the workshop that will kill me. I've begged him for mercy before. I even crawl over to him like a bitch on all fours just so I can tug at his pant leg and gesture to him to save me. But Riccardo just looks at me as though I were a filthy mutt. "Sofia is the principessa of the Greco family. The fact that she likes your designs is enough for you to kneel and beg her for the right to work for her." They think I'm just a mute designer who's a nobody in this world. That's why they can trample all over me and humiliate me all they want without giving a damn about my life and death. What they don't know is that I've gotten reborn. Not only can I make them kneel before me, but I can also destroy them once and for all.

Dunia Kara kini berubah setelah kehadiran Lee Sin, seorang idol Korea yang sedang naik daun. Kehidupan barunya berawal dengan pertemuan yang jauh di luar dugaan. Tuhan telah memberikannya bonus atas semua doa-doanya. Bagaimana mungkin dia bisa menjalin hubungan dengan seorang idol? Itulah kuasa. Keajaiban yang tak tahu kapan datang dan menghilang. Yang Kara rasakan sekarang adalah perasaan saling mencintai diantara dirinya dan Lee Sin. Tetapi ada sesuatu yang membuatnya kembali memutar hati dan pikiran. Gyo Joon?? Mengapa pria ini hadir di waktu yang bersamaan? Siapakah sebenarnya yang ada di hati Kara? Siapakah pria yang sudah membuat hatinya tergugah sejak awal bertemu?

There will be revenge, there will be innocent people, and otherwise, and top of it a love story with a path which none of them expected to pass through. Note: Not a sequel or anything but just a third series in the Don't leave me franchise with complete different characters from the previous two series.

“Alexa, you provoked me, don't blame me for being impolite!”He growled, his voice hoarse and somewhat restrained.  I am doomed. What courage possessed me to mess with this demon in front of me?  “Mr Morgan, pls stop it!” I yelled and swung my hands to slap him. He held her wrist and smirked.  “What? Don't want to? You should have thought of that when you decided to seduce me!” My eyes popped at his words and opened my mouth to explain, but he slammed his lips onto mine, pinning me onto the bed, his body pressing onto me. Marriage wasn't something I wanted to do, I only wanted to eat, enjoy life and make money. Until I met Daniel, he made me believe in love and we got married only for him to cheat on me two years later with his secretary. I asked for a divorce but he refused and started to abuse me. After finally getting a divorce and going to a different city, I met Morgan Wright—the man who makes all the girls swoon but never gives them any attention. But he's in for a challenge, he'll give me his full attention! Alexa Jones.  *** Morgan Wright 41 years, a CEO of the biggest Company in Gold Ivory city and a feared mafia Lord known as Draco. He has a phobia about women. Draco meets Alexa, who is determined to bring him down, but she soon realizes she messed with the wrong man.

Se você e a antiga paixão sofressem um acidente ao mesmo tempo, quem o seu marido salvaria? Quando Lucas Farias pegou no colo a antiga paixão e saiu dali, junto com a vida que escapava, com o filho que ela perdeu, morreu também o coração de Estela Silveira. Foi uma troca. Estela conseguiu casar com o homem que mais amava. Todo mundo sabia que esse casamento foi roubado por ela, que foi ela quem separou Lucas e a antiga paixão para tomar o lugar. Ela achava que, com o tempo, veria o coração dele mudar, que um dia ele olharia para ela. Até que, quando enterrou com as próprias mãos o bebê de três meses que nem chegou a nascer, ela finalmente acordou. — Vamos nos divorciar. Um papel, e nada mais entre os dois. Três meses depois, entre luzes e vestidos de gala, ela estava no palco recebendo um prêmio. O homem a encarou por três segundos, surpreso, antes de acenar calmamente para as pessoas ao redor: — Sim, essa é a minha esposa. — Esposa? Estela levantou um sorriso, entregando o acordo de divórcio na mão dele: — Desculpa, senhor Lucas, ex-esposa. O homem, sempre frio e distante, enlouqueceu na hora. Com os olhos vermelhos e a voz tremendo: — Ex-esposa o quê? Eu nunca aceitei isso!