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MARIANNA: After years of running around and doing his bidding, I'm tired of being my father's pawn. So what would someone in my position do when they're sent to spy on the enemy? I'll tell you what they don't do. 1. Seduce the enemy. 2. Steal from him and then pin the theft on your father. 3. Kidnap the enemy's right-hand man after shooting him (But to be honest this was Paulo's fuck up. Not mine) 4. Fall for said enemy and (drumroll please) get pregnant. But you can't judge me when you haven't met Cristiano De Luca or his schlong. CRISTIANO: This woman is going to be the end of me. Tropes: Crazy Female Lead, Powerful Male Lead, Crazier side characters, He falls first, Hidden identity, A little love triangle, A sprinkle of violence and a healthy amount of spice. Guaranteed Happily Ever After. Previously titled Carina and Christiano

Elena Russo lost the one person who meant the world to her brother, and ever since then; she was deeply fueled by the strong urge for revenge on the family that murdered him. She dedicated her life to this cause as an understated waitress by day and a renowned genius hacker in the Mafia underworld by night. All her efforts to track down the Moretti family were useless. Everyone knew who they were, yet no one knew them. What happens when Elena decides to loosen up on a certain night and recklessly has a one-night stand with the same man she had been searching for all her life-Luca Moretti? And when she finds herself falling deeply for this same person, and facing a shocking revelation that all she had believed for years was nothing but a lie, what happens next? Why don't you find out?

Ava Parker, the daughter of a notorious American mafia family, is about to marry Riccardo De Lucca, her late sister’s fiancé. He’s the guy she’s secretly loved since the first moment she saw him ten years ago when she was only fourteen years old. After two years apart, she’s shocked to find he’s not the same man she fell for. The Riccardo in front of her is a ruthless figure, ready to turn her life into a nightmare. All she’s ever wanted is to break free. Living in her sister’s shadow has never been easy for her. But fate has other plans for her so it seems. Riccardo has his own reasons for wanting to marry Ava. He’s out for revenge against those who caused his fiancée's death and is willing to go to any lengths to achieve it, even if it means hurting the wrong person. He always thought Ava was meek, but he quickly discovers there’s a fiery spirit in her that drives him wild. As the barriers between them start to crumble, their connection becomes something neither can control. Ava has to navigate the dangerous world of the mafia while grappling with her undeniable attraction to the man she vowed to never love again. And Riccardo? He’s determined to claim her completely—body, mind, and soul.

Soy la mejor falsificadora de arte y especialista en inteligencia de Chicago. Y me enamoré del hombre que lo poseía todo, Don Vincenzo Russo. Durante diez años, fui su secreto, su arma y su mujer. Construí su imperio desde las sombras. Pensé que recibiría un anillo. Después de todo, cada noche que estaba en esta ciudad, estaba enterrado dentro de mí, tomando su placer. Me susurraba que yo era suya y que nadie más se sentía tan bien. Pero esta vez, después de terminar conmigo, anunció que se casaría con la princesa rusa de la Bratva, Katerina Petrov. Ahí fue cuando lo supe. Yo no era su mujer. Solo era un cuerpo. Por una alianza, por ella, me sacrificó. Me dejó morir. Así que destruí cada pieza de la vida que me dio. Hice una llamada a mi padre en Italia. Y luego, desaparecí. Pero cuando el Don, dueño de Chicago, no pudo encontrar su juguete favorito... se volvió loco.

Sou a melhor falsificadora de arte e especialista em inteligência de Chicago. E me apaixonei pelo homem que comandava tudo: Don Vincenzo Russo. Por dez anos, fui o seu segredo, sua arma e sua mulher. Construí o império dele nas sombras. Achei que ganharia um anel. Afinal, todas as noites em que ele estava nesta cidade, ele se enterrava em mim, tomando o seu prazer. Sussurrava que eu era dele, que ninguém mais o fazia sentir tão bem. Mas desta vez, depois que acabou comigo, ele anunciou que iria se casar com a princesa da Bratva russa, Katerina Petrov. Foi aí que eu entendi. Eu não era a mulher dele. Eu era apenas um corpo. Por uma aliança, por ela, ele me sacrificou. Ele me deixou para morrer. Então destruí cada pedaço da vida que ele me deu. Fiz uma ligação para o meu pai, na Itália. E depois… desapareci. Mas quando o Don que dominava Chicago não conseguiu encontrar o seu brinquedo favorito… ele enlouqueceu.

Seraphina Smith lived for the spotlight, a prima ballerina bathed in its every glow. But when a powerful sponsor fixates on her, that light morphs into a cage. Desperate, she flees, tumbling from her world of grace into the brutal, shadowed realm of Hugo Volkov, a ruthless underground boxer. He's an unexpected refuge, a dangerous calm in the storm she barely survived. Yet, as their forbidden connection deepens, Seraphina discovers her escape was just the beginning. The man she ran from is merely a ghost compared to the true threat, and Hugo Volkov isn't just her unlikely protector—he's the very reason her life is about to shatter all over again.

'You're mine alone...,' Leo whispered, his breath fanning my earlobes and giving me goosebumps, but I couldn't ignore the wetness between my legs as he called my name in the most sensual and commanding way, 'Lexi!!' *** Lexi Gabe is forced into going in a contract marriage with Leonardo Morano, the ruthless Don of the Morano crime family in a bid to avoid marrying Luca Morano, Leonardo's cousin and rival. As Lexi surrenders to Leo's protection, their arrangement evolves from duty to desire. But there's something else: a one night stand she's had before the marriage leads to her getting pregnant to a mysterious masked stranger. Who is this stranger? And what about Leo? How would he take this news? Will the stranger show up? Then comes... A secret.. A secret neither Leo nor Lexi could handle.. A Life-threatening Secret.

Everyone in New York knew I was the Godfather’s heart. Gavin Whitestone’s heart. He loved me for ten years. He’d fly into a rage if I so much as got a paper cut. But he’s the one who gave me these three scars. The first time, he pulled every doctor to treat Sofia, the girl who took a bullet for him, and ignored the shrapnel tearing into my side. The second time, he was drugged and fucking Sofia in his bed. When I walked in on them, he shoved me aside, desperately carrying her to the hospital. The third time, he took my father's last gift to me—a revolver—and gave it to a pregnant Sofia, just to make her smile. He told me, “It’s all for the baby. Once the baby is born, we’ll go back to how we were.” But this time, I didn't forgive him. I threw away every gift he ever gave me and vanished without a trace. And that’s when the untouchable Godfather finally broke.

“Help me fake my death and arrange a completely new identity.” “Donna,” the man was clearly shocked. “Why? The Don dotes on you. The whole of Sicily knows—” “That’s none of your business,” I interrupted him. “I’m leaving in five days.” Walking out of the black market, the LED screen in the square was still showing footage of my lavish wedding with Don Alexander three years ago, a ceremony that cost over $500 million. Everyone thought Don Alexander loved me deeply, and I thought so too. Until this afternoon, on our third wedding anniversary, I returned to Sicily early, hiding in the lounge of my husband—Don Alexander’s—office, wanting to surprise him. Instead, I saw his secretary hiding under his desk. While the underboss Marco was reporting the losses from the dock smuggling operation, Isabella was kneeling between Alexander’s legs, skillfully unbuttoning his trousers. Her head bobbed up and down. After Marco left, Isabella smiled seductively. “Could your Donna serve you like this during a meeting?” Alexander’s voice was filled with desire. His hands kneaded her breasts. “Sophia is too conventional, too boring. You’re much more exciting in bed, you little slut.” I covered my mouth, completely devastated. But when I actually left, the Don, who had found me boring, was the one who completely broke down.

I had been trying to get pregnant for six months. Ernest Marino, the Don of the Marinos, would personally make me a herbal brew every day to ensure that my body was properly nurtured. He watched me tenderly as I drank the brew and whispered into my ear, "You're a good girl, Mia. You need to drink this, no matter how bad it tastes, for the sake of our baby." When my full black hair started to fall, and my gums began to bleed for no good reason, I found out that it was not medicine I was drinking. It was an immunosuppressant. Ernest had spent six months showering me with adoration, turning me into the perfect organ donor. The herbal brew I had been consuming would make it so that the recipient, his precious stepsister with uremia, would not experience rejection symptoms. He thought that I was a woman who could be treated anyway he wanted. However, he had no idea that I was a Corleone. I was from Severia's oldest, most ruthless mafia family, the Corleones.