Rules Don't Apply

He’s even more attractive up close, my nostrils are invaded with his expensive scent and sex appeal. My knees grow week in my seven inches platform heels. His perfect brow raised. “Did I not request for a private session?” My daze was broken as I blushed in embarrassment of literally eye fucking this man. I nodded slowly and cleared my throat. “There’s a no touching rule, sir.” I state breathlessly. He stared down at me intensely with a slight smirk on his full lips. “Go on.” ******** Yanna has been stripping for a year to pay off medical bills, unknown to her that she is the daughter to the former don of the Italian mafia. An unexpected private session with a mysterious man, changes the course of her life as he is none other than Enzo Bernadi, the current don of the italian mafia who had been promised a wife by the former don. What happens as she is forced to wed Enzo and has to adjust to the life a mafia don's wife. Expect thrilling plot twist, action, betrayals and most importantly, the steamy romance that'll brew due to their force proximity. *Expect mature scenes*

A Dark Mafia Romance , Dual POV , Forced Marriage , Obsession , Betrayal , Secret Identity Leona Moretti thought she was saving her brother’s life when she agreed to marry New York’s most feared mafia boss. She was wrong. Dante Rizzo didn’t take her out of mercy. He took her because she was promised to him. Sold by her own brother like a piece of flesh, packaged with a smile and a wedding ring. And Leona walked willingly into the trap. Now she wears his name. Sleeps in his bed. Lives in a mansion guarded like a prison. But he doesn’t touch her. Not yet. He watches. He waits. He burns. Dante is cold, cruel, and unreadable...until she disobeys him. Until she presses the wrong button. Until the mask cracks and she sees what he really is: A man obsessed. Possessive. Completely unhinged when it comes to her. But Leona has secrets of her own. Like the fact that she may not be a Moretti at all. And her entire life? A carefully constructed lie hiding a truth soaked in blood and betrayal. She’s not just a pawn in a mafia game. She’s a daughter of the deadliest name the underworld ever buried. And Dante? He’s not planning to let her go. Not when he finally has the one thing he's been denied his entire life. Her.

Ito ang Istorya ni Katarina Pierce, isang babaeng hindi pinagkalooban ng masayang buhay pero lumalaban para mabuhay. Dala ng pangangailangan nagapply siya sa TVC o mas kilala sa ‘The Virgin’s Club. Nagsimula siya bilang isang Escort. Hindi naglaon nakilala niya si Master Sev o Sebastian Del Castillo, isang Mafia Don. Dala ng hindi malilimutang madilim na nakaraang naguugnay sa kanila, kinuha siya ni Sev bilang isang mistress. Mapaibig niya kaya ang isang lalaking nabuhay sa galit at kaharasan?

Rose was so naive that she didn't know Jonah, her ex-fiancé, was cheating on her even before her wedding day. On the night before her wedding, she caught him cheating on her with the last person she would ever expect him to be with, Rebecca. Out of anger and spite, she cursed at them and left, then went and got herself drunk and made out with a mafia don, who, oblivious to her, was her fiancé's stepbrother and his boss. On the day of the wedding, she stormed in and canceled it, calling Jonah out. After the embarrassment, Jonah vowed to make her life miserable. She tried to get a job, but it was almost impossible because of the influence Jonah had. So she went to the greatest mafia don that her friend Lucy recommended to her. When she went to ask for his help, the don turned out to be the mysterious man who had been showing interest in her, but she had kept declining. Unbeknownst to her, he was her ex-fiancé's boss and stepbrother. She asked for his help, and he offered it, of course, but on one condition.that she would be his mistress !.

Everyone had been poisoned. The toast for my party had just happened and now people were dropping like flies around me. And then I saw him. He entered the hall like an angel of death, his dark brown eyes two pools of malevolence that shone with sinister intent.Despite his twenty years of age, he definitely had more kills under his belt than years on his person. I was viciously yanked into the hard body of the man responsible for everything going on.One muscular arm went over my chest, pinning me to him. Fear lodged itself in my throat upon the sensation of cool dangerous metal at my temple. I bit back a whimper. He was going to kill me. “The name is Gabriel Rossi,” he murmured, his deep voice sending ripples of fear down my spine. “And your papa is going to watch me k*ll his precious princesa. He took my birthright from me. I’m gonna take something from him too.” I gathered my courage and with a surprising amount of strength fueled by the sheer terror pumping in my veins, I pulled myself out of Gabriel’s grasp. He tried to grab my arm, only for his hand to go over the protective bangle that suppressed my magic. I gave another fierce jerk of my body and the bangle broke away, left behind in his hand as I pulled free. I heard the cocking of his p*st0l. My eyes met the feral glowing yellow eyes of my killer, one hundred percent sure I was going to die. “Mate,” Gabriel Rossi said, staring straight at me. **** In a world where darkness and magic collide, Evelina finds herself entangled in a perilous dance with fate. You can run from Gabriel Rossi....but you can't hide. ***

He was dubbed the Devil's incarnate because of his fierce persona. After all, he was the feared, ruthless American Russian mafia Don Vladivostok Konstantin Kostya. Love wasn't meant for him, he had his demons until he met her. She was never enough, she was the thorn amid beautiful roses. Everything she wanted and had was taken away from her and she was ok with that, having only a boyfriend who loved her but soon that too was taken away. After she had just returned from a date with her boyfriend Zeus, she got the news. "Get ready Magaret. You'll be getting married tomorrow." Those were her father's words, he said them with coldness evident in his voice, no sign of compassion in his eyes. The moment she heard those words her world crumbled, and her heart arched as she felt her breath get stuck in her throat. And when she found out the identity of her soon-to-be husband she thought it was the end of her. Never did she think it would happen but she fell for him, the man she was supposed to hate!

Sarian’s life has never been easy, but stripping to keep her sister safe and the bills down was a small price to pay — until Don Julio Rossini walked into the club where she dances. The ruthless mafia lord isn’t just there for a show; he’s hunting her father, who stole something precious from him. Betrayed by a childhood friend and with no escape, Sarian is into Don Julio’s dangerous world, where power is currency, fidelity is fragile, and desire is a must. When Sarian fails to deliver her father, Don Julio offers her a deal, her body in exchange for her family’s safety. But as she fights to reclaim her freedom, she discovers a darker side Don Julio has adversaries who want her just as important as he does but there is something different, Don Julio is in love with her. Trapped in a deadly game of control and temptation, Sarian must decide — submit to Don Julio ’s demands or outsmart him before he consumes her fully.

"I will do whatever you ask." I said, my voice steady even as my heart pounded like it was ready to fly out of my chest. "But I won't be a second Isabella. Not for you, and not for anyone else." Matteo's eyes darkened. "You are already her replacement. I think that counts as a second Isabella." *** Valentina Russo never expected her to take such a turn. When her sister, Isabella, flees from an arranged marriage to the ruthless Mafia Don, Matteo Nevarro, Valentina is forced by her mother to take her place. Trapped in a world of betrayal, deceit, and power, Valentina must find a way to survive and find her sister while also trying not to fall in love with her husband.

Yo era una chica de los suburbios que se enamoró de Damon Vitale, el padrino más temido de Nueva York. Durante cinco años, fui suya. Recibí nueve balas por él. Él besaba mis cicatrices mientras yo me desangraba por su causa. Me estrechaba contra él. Abrochaba el collar de la reina alrededor de mi garganta. Luego, una vez que sanaba, me poseía sin sentido, con una pasión que se sentía eterna. Pensé que pasaríamos nuestras vidas juntos. Pensé que se casaría conmigo. Pero en nuestra noche número 999 juntos, me dijo que estaba comprometido. Con Bianca, una princesa de la mafia de una familia rival. Me tragué mis lágrimas. Él simplemente me tomó de la barbilla, me sopló el humo en la cara y se rió. —Realmente no pensaste que podrías casarte conmigo, ¿verdad, Nora? Seamos claros. Nosotros tenemos sexo. Eso es todo. No eres una socia. Eres una pieza de arte que colecciono. Una mascota de mi propiedad. Una mascota. Eso es todo lo que él siempre quiso que yo fuera. En lugar de eso, tomé un teléfono desechable. [Acepto su oferta. Tres días. Sáquenme de este maldito Nueva York.]

I was the Falcone family's top consigliere. Their brain. And today, I was walking away—handing over the books to every legitimate business I ran, severing my final tie. My protégé couldn't understand. "You're the future of this family, Aurelia. You can't just leave." I shook my head with a bitter smile. They didn't know. I'd been secretly married to the Don, Vittorio Falcone, for three years. I thought my looks, my mind, and everything I gave him would be enough to win all of his love. A hit at the docks three months ago showed me the truth. I took a bullet. Emergency. I needed the family surgeon—which required Vittorio's direct order. I called him over a dozen times. But when he finally answered, all I heard was a soft, breathless voice on his end. "Vittorio, we haven't cut my birthday cake. Will you hold my hand and cut it with me?" That voice. My best friend. The woman Vittorio once had a crush on. Carina. In the safe house, weak from blood loss, I dug the bullet out myself and had one of my men rush me to a family clinic. Right before they wheeled me into the OR, Vittorio burst in—carrying Carina. Twisted ankle. Needed a doctor. Now. My surgeon was dragged away. The antibiotics came too late. The wound got infected. I fought for my life for a week. When I woke up, I stared at my phone. Not a single message. The tears finally came. I understood. I was just the woman he'd been forced to marry after he was drugged and slept with me. A scandal averted. All he cared about was my value and his reputation. And me? The secret princess of the Rossi family, who gave up everything to build his empire. All for nothing. So I prepared four parting gifts. A celebration of our mutual destruction. Then he'd never see me again.