Public Pervert Lyrics

I was a brilliant artist. But I crushed my right hand saving my mafia husband, Vincent, and my ability to create died with it for three years. Vincent promised he'd make me whole again. Our private doctor swore he was doing everything he could. But my hand remained numb, useless. Then, one day, I overheard a conversation that shattered my world. "Make sure she can never create again," Vincent told the doctor. "I can't have Isabella threatening Sophia's place in the art world!" "But, Mr. Torrino, another procedure might... she could lose the hand for good." "I don't care what happens to her! Sophia saved my life. I will not let her down!" It turned out my husband was the one who had destroyed me. And the assassin, Sophia, was the woman he truly loved. He let her claim my designs, turning her into the art world’s new darling while I was trapped in a broken body. When I confronted him, pregnant with our child, he slapped me in public and told the world I was losing my mind. That night, I burned everything that bound me to him. Then I dialed an encrypted number I hadn't used in what felt like a lifetime. "Grandpa. In three days, I need to disappear."

Lorenzo Codrenzo, a billionaire playboy, is tired of his mother trying to control his life and is desperate to secure his inheritance. He approaches Sophie Winterfield, a young woman in a difficult situation, with a proposition. He offers her a deal: she will pretend to be his wife and in return, he will provide her with a safe place to live, take care of her and her child, and help her find her missing father. The deal comes with strict conditions, however. Sophie must play by Lorenzo's rules and must never fall in love with him. He makes it clear that he will never return her feelings and that their marriage is purely for show. Sophie, desperate for a solution to her problems, agrees to the deal. She moves into Lorenzo's luxurious mansion, and they start to play the role of a loving couple in front of the world. They attend high-society events, go on trips, and make public appearances together, all the while keeping up the facade of a happy marriage. As they spend more time together, however, Sophie begins to see a different side of Lorenzo. She starts to feel a connection with him and starts to question whether their marriage is truly fake. On the other hand, Lorenzo, who initially saw Sophie as nothing more than a means to an end, finds himself drawn to her and starts to question his own feelings. As they navigate the complexities of their relationship, they are faced with a dangerous enemy who threatens to tear them apart, and a shocking secret that shakes their foundation. Will they be able to survive the storm and make their fake marriage real, or will they lose everything that matters?

Led by my ex-boyfriend, the police raid the base of the major crime syndicate. The antagonist takes his own life, and the only person who could prove my identity as a top-secret undercover operative died two weeks ago. My ex-boyfriend drags me into court. He wants my memories extracted so I can face public judgment and sentencing. Nevertheless, I have no intention of explaining myself. "I plead guilty. Grant me a swift death." The masses are outraged, despising me with every fiber of their being. "Ha! You despicable traitor! You monster! You're a rat who exposes undercover journalists, yet you dare ask for a swift death? "This is the world of a novel. The maximum penalty for a guilty plea is euthanasia, but if judgment is passed by the court, you will suffer endless torment until your last breath!" "You don't deserve euthanasia. You belong in hell!" Rotten eggs and stones pelt me mercilessly. Even with my face now covered in blood, I make no effort to avoid the assaults. I only longed for death. My ex-boyfriend glares at me coldly. "You betrayed me. What right do you have to ask for a swift death? Your memories must be extracted and judged in court. Death will come only after your torment!" They are the ones who demand my memories be extracted and judged, yet after seeing them, why are they also the ones who go mad with regret?

It started with one scandalous kiss caught on camera. She expected damage control not to be declared the girlfriend of the billionaire who ruined her life. He’s cold, calculating, and her ex’s powerful cousin. They agree to fake it for four months for money, for revenge, for survival. She became the fake girlfriend of the billionaire who ruined her life He’s ruthless. She’s vengeful. Four months. One deal. No feelings. But soon, the lies cut deep… and neither of them can tell if the obsession is still pretend. Amira Santis, a sharp-tongued investigative journalist, ruins billionaire Montez De Vitalio’s company with one exposé. In return, he blacklists her. Her career is over. But after an odd encounter when photos of Montez sharing a kiss with her in a hotel gets out, he has no option but to announce her as his lover to the public. Now with them both in a compromising situation, Amira takes his offer to pretend to be his girlfriend in the eyes of the public for a period of four months in exchange that he pays her and gets back at her cheating ex, who also happened to be his cousin but Amira is not the same girl he once destroyed. She has secrets of her own. And Montez? He didn’t plan on falling for the one woman who swore to ruin him. Their lies ignite an obsession neither can control, and soon, love and war become indistinguishable.

Olivia Langston, a brilliant and ambitious doctor, has always focused on her career, vowing never to let love or relationships distract her. However, everything changes when she crosses paths with James Pierce, a charismatic and successful billionaire with a reputation for being a powerful, yet lonely man. Despite their vastly different worlds, Olivia and James share an undeniable chemistry that neither can ignore. As their connection deepens, Olivia finds herself drawn into the complexities of James's life, from his troubled relationship with his father to the manipulative tactics of his ex-fiancée, Claire. Despite their differences, Olivia and James grow closer, learning to navigate the pressures of their respective careers, the public eye, and the expectations placed on them by their families. However, their relationship faces numerous challenges. James’s business is threatened by a rival company, and his past continues to haunt him in the form of both old flames and family drama. Meanwhile, Olivia struggles to balance her medical career with her newfound role in James’s high-profile world, dealing with the intense scrutiny of the media and the emotional toll it takes on her. Through every twist and turn, Olivia and James’s love is tested, but they both realize that their bond is stronger than any obstacle. As they grow together, they face the difficult decisions that come with building a future, including James’s decision to propose, Olivia’s health scare, and their ultimate decision to start a family together.

Rated 18+ | Dark Mafia Romance If I could turn back time, I would never have agreed to marry Joe. He was everything I thought I wanted, tall, powerful, untouchable. When our fathers arranged the marriage to seal an alliance, I walked blindly into his world, believing I’d one day earn his love. But I was nothing more than a pawn. He flaunted other women in public, humiliated me in private, and shattered the last pieces of my hope the day he brought my step-sister into our home, and into his bed. That was when I realized the truth: he never loved me. He married me only to punish me, because my father chose me for him instead of her. I left that night and never looked back. What Joe didn’t know was that I carried a part of him with me, two parts, in fact. Years later, I’ve returned stronger than ever, no longer the fragile wife he could trample. I am the boss now. The empire is mine, and I have two children to protect. Now Joe wants me back. But winning me, and the twins, won’t be as easy as breaking me once was. My heart is hardened, my power is greater, and this time, he’ll have to bleed for what he lost.

“You are mine, Firefly. Only mine, Mine to touch. Mine to kiss. Mine to fuck,,.” he whispered slowly against my neck, my body drenched with the warmth of his breath against my skin, my thighs clenching tighter with every word and claim he utters “If you let another man touch you he dies. I am the gates of hell Firefly, If you walk in I wouldn’t let you leave.” To Escape her dangerous Ex and fulfil her family’s ultimatum Addison make a deal with her billionaire neighbour “Axel Rex” who unknown to her is a devil with a devastatingly gorgeous face, he proposes a a simple two months contract; she will be his charming plus one to corporate events, important gatherings… and he will provide the build of the boyfriend she wants and her family will accept to keep her obsessive Ex-boyfriend away. Addison believes his fierce protectiveness over her is just an act for the public, however she’s completely blinded to the real reason: Axel is an Alpha, a descendant from the house of Orion, and she is his mate, he never saw their agreement as a lie, for him it was a step closer to getting her, a step closer to claiming her as his, but will she still be his after knowing who he truly is? Would she choose to stay even with lies? Will what was turning real shatter back to dust? Will their love reign over the curse of his existence?

Divorced and remarried—I've lost count of how many times Aaron and I stepped in and out of marriage. He once treated me like something precious, but less than a year after our wedding, he asked for our first divorce. The reason was simple, Vivian was coming back. "Vivian's a public figure," he told me. "I don't want anyone thinking she's involved with a married man." That third-tier actress had nothing but her father's sacrifice to her name. He had taken a bullet for Aaron—a life for a life. And because of that, Aaron believed he owed her everything. Every time Vivian returned to the country, Aaron divorced me. And every time she left, we remarried. The first time we split, I drowned my tears in whiskey and stumbled back to his house half-drunk. The lights inside were warm. He was with her. And I stood outside, shivering through the night. The second time, I tracked his every move—restaurants, auctions, charity galas—just to "accidentally" run into him again. Later, I learned better. The moment he mentioned divorce, I would quietly pack my suitcase and disappear from his mansion. My love and humiliation kept me trapped in that endless cycle of breaking up and coming back together. But this time, when Aaron waited for me at City Hall to remarry, I never showed up.

It was our wedding anniversary when my husband's high school sweetheart posted a sonogram picture on her social media, with her captioning a public thank-you to my husband: [Thank you to the man who's been there for me for ten years, and for giving me a son.] The room spun, and anger surged through me as I quickly commented: [So, you're proud of being a homewrecker?] Almost immediately, my husband called, his voice full of rage. "How can you think such disgusting things? All I did was help her with IVF, fulfilling her dream of becoming a single mom. "And by the way, Ruby only needed one try to get pregnant, while you’ve been through three rounds with nothing. Your body is useless!" Just three days ago, he told me he was going abroad for business—ignoring my calls and messages the entire time. I thought he was just busy. However, it turned out he was with her, attending her prenatal checkup. Half an hour later, Ruby posted again, showing off a table full of delicious food. [I got tired of French food, so Ash made me all my favorite dishes. He’s the best!] I stared at the pregnancy test in my hand, the joy I had felt earlier now completely gone. After eight years of love and six years of swallowing my pride just to keep the marriage alive, I’m finally ready to let go.

He whispered her name nine hundred and ninety-nine times in his sleep. Never mine. For five years, I gave everything to Vincent Bonanno—the heir to one of the most powerful mafia dynasties in Europe. I turned his house into a home, remembered every careless detail he let slip, even abandoned my dream of becoming an artist—believing that one day, he would finally choose me. But whenever Alessia appeared, his loyalty bent toward her. The night boiling fondue scarred my arms, he rushed to shield her from a scratch that barely reddened her skin. In public, his gaze never stayed with me—it drifted to her. I was the wife on paper, but never in truth. So I walked away. With nothing but a suitcase, divorce papers he signed without noticing, and a secret I never planned to share—three months pregnant. He discovered too late. The divorce was real. The clinic file was real. And by the time he realized, I had vanished. Now the man who once ruled cities with cold power is tearing the world apart to find us. He has soldiers, money, and a thousand apologies he never gave when I was still his wife. But I’m no longer the woman who begged for affection. I’m a mother. An artist. A survivor. The question isn’t whether Vincent can reach me. It’s whether, when he does, I’ll ever let him back into the life he destroyed.