Reluctantly Ruined & Owned By The Mafia Mga Nobela at Kwento

His form eclipsed my dad’s as he stepped forward. “Your dad was foolish enough to gamble all his money away. He desperately auctioned you to bounce back. Standing before you is Lorenzo De Luca, the Black Rose of the Sicilian Mafia. Your new owner,” he explained, his face devoid of emotion. Auction? Mafia? Owner? “Owner? What is that supposed to mean?” “I bought you. Now I own you,” he proclaimed. There was definitely a problem, but it couldn’t be this horrible nonsense I just heard. Of course, he’s just messing with me.

Sandro roared, his body trembling as pain clawed through him. Ace chuckled, savoring every crack in his enemy’s resolve. “Ohhh… I almost forgot. Allow me to reintroduce myself. Hi, Sandro. I’m Ace. Or should I say… Thane? Your college friend Thane.” Sandro’s eyes widened, his voice breaking. “What the hell are you talking about!?” Ace’s laugh echoed like a blade carving into bone. “I can’t believe this. The mighty mafia boss of the Dark Domain—reduced to nothing. Vulnerable. Broken. Betrayed. And all by me.” He leaned close, voice dripping venom.

My room offered no comforts, just a chair by the window where I could watch the harbor lights dance on the water. I drank from my glass of tequila, it burned while going down my throat, Marco Bianchi's face floated in my mind, that smug smile he'd worn at my father's funeral. The same smile he'd probably worn while his brother turned a stolen child into his personal weapon. And now he was auctioning lives through our docks like they were crates of fish. Elisa's face surfaced in my memory the night she'd agreed to this madness, I remembered the hollow look in her eyes, like she'd already buried whatever softness she had left.

“I am not God Mack, you know the rules, you were warned.“ He picked two bare wires and brought them together causing an electric shock. “What is the second rule of the mafia society?“ He asked Mack whose eyes didn't leave the wires he was holding. “Never involve children in the act,” he muttered still staring at his hands. “And what did you do?“ Alex raised his brows. “I made children sell drugs.“ He muttered. “Good and now it is time you pay for your crimes,” he placed the bare wires on Mack's legs sending waves of electric shock through his body. The man yelled, he couldn't take his legs away because he was bounded. “Boss have mercy,” he yelled. Alex laughed, he has missed this, the cry fo

It was sharp and familiar. My stepsister, Clara. “Do you think about her when you’re fucking me?” Clara purred. Liam let out a low, breathless laugh. “Fuck no. I left her pathetic ass waiting at the restaurant just so I could bury myself in you.” Clara moaned softly. “Then why are you still with her?” “Because I need those shares from her father’s company. Once I have them… I’ll dump her boring ass.” The spare key slipped from my numb fingers and clattered onto the hardwood floor.

In Manhattan Mental Health Hospital A woman could be seen lying on the bed. She was chained to the bed. She was thrashing continuously on the bed, screaming at the top of her voice. Lucia's heart reached out to her best friend. She felt the tears leave her eyes. Her best friend was going through all this because of some unknown bastard. She still couldn't understand why someone would want to get his revenge on Gianluca and why. Truth be told, he was in the mafia, but as far as she knows, Gianluca Martelli only punished offenders.

You sure you really want to know I don’t think you’re mom will want me to. "Tell me.’ "There’s a lot of things you kids don’t know about me, Raven and Luca." He placed his arm around her hugging her. "We have been fighting for years Luca’s father wanted Italy." "Where is his father?" "Dead. I shot him." "Oh." "Don’t be mad at me princess it’s just how the Mafia works." "You and Luca are the Mafia." "We are. Luca wanted an alliance I refused but we made a deal they he could see his son as long as he stayed away from your mother."

A motherly colleague connected me with a wealthy wine family in Naples, where I became their financial analyst, working in their residence. Like any girl in my position, I took the job as a family financial analyst in the renowned wine industry owned by Mafia billionaires The Russo family, known as the undertakers, Naples Mafia royalty. The vinnoRicco, their wine company, is the envy of the industry, nestled in the heart of Italy’s vineyards. Working with vinnoRicco is a dream for everyone. The headquarters is an architectural masterpiece against lush vineyards, adorned with grapevine motifs and wrought iron accents. The estate includes a landscaped courtyard for tastings and gatherings.

’ [Not good enough Doctor I want answers and if you cannot give them to me I will seek them elsewhere and remove my financial assistance from your organisation. Sir Edmund Richardson glared at the back of the handsome Mafia Dons head angrily, he could not afford to lose the financial backing of his paymasters and this young man was one of its top Leaders. For the hundredth time he rued the day his father had decided to risk their family fortune at the roulette table. He had become addicted to gambling and if it were not for his mothers quick thinking to have him barred from touching her own personal fortuned and the trust funds set up for him and his two sisters, they would have been bankrup