The Devil's Ring

Gorgeous, sassy with a smart tongue; Olivia Vitalio. A twenty-one-year-old, daughter of one of the biggest mafia. She was living a life until she got to know what exactly her father was. A monster! Shattered, betrayed, hatred were the only things she was able to feel in her blood. Anything that could bring him down from where he was, she was ready to do it and in this darkness, she found her light. He came like a storm and shook her spirt to its core. Victor Amuso, a man with a heart of rock, a living devil with a face of angel, he is an evil in the clothes of God. He has no morals and the only thing that matters for him is success and vengeance. She knows dealing with him can be signing off herself to her death but she was ready to put everything on stake. For him she was only a pawn but their deal changed something in him. A crack, something shifted inside him and he knew that Olivia Vitalio, daughter of his biggest enemy is going to be his death. The devil was losing his heart even before he could realize that he had one at the first place. His love was unexpected and she was burning him with her fire, he who wanted to ruin her world was being destroyed by her into pieces and bringing his doom. WARNING: The story will have explicit scenes, violence, matured content.

Our seventh wedding anniversary. I sat at the dining table—alone. My phone buzzed, lighting up with two messages. First, from Tom: [Working late at the office tonight.] Second, anonymous: [Tom is incredible. Can you even keep up?] Attached was a picture of him, lips locked with a woman I didn't recognize. I blew out the candles on the anniversary cake. Eyes shut, I typed back: [Let's divorce.]

It was our seventh anniversary. Christopher Quinton proposed to me with nothing but a ring pull. He got his true love a house. When I said no, he rebuked me like I was some sort of gold digger. "I thought my love for you was worth more than anything money could buy. I only got Rachel that house to pay her back for all she did for me. I can't believe you thought I still loved her. You disappoint me." I broke up with him and tossed the ring pull into the bin. Then, I walked off. The next day, Christopher took away my position as VP and told everyone he was getting engaged to Rachel. … Five years later, we ran into each other at a charity horserace. He was a successful businessman, and the woman beside him was Rachel, all dressed in custom-made clothes. I was dressed in janitor attire and stuffing plastic bottles into my woven bag. He mocked, "Look at you, Queenie Dean. Scavenging for a living. Bet you didn't see this coming when you ditched me, did you?" I ignored him. My son had run off, and I had to look for him. The boy noticed the plastic bottles that were strewn across the ground, and he insisted that we stay back to finish his social practice activity here.

Despite a decade of marriage, Simon never once shared my bed, claiming that he had pledged himself to ascetic practices and that it was beneath him. I thought that he suffered from some shameful ailment and guarded his secret like a devoted fool, until my birthday, when I came home to find him entangled with a brothel worker before the floor-length mirror. When I lunged forward in rage, he drove a shard of that broken mirror straight through my heart. When I awoke, I was gripping my phone, its screen illuminating a message Simon had just sent: [I’ll still give you a lavish wedding, but the marriage certificate? That belongs to her.]

After my 99th failed confession of love to Jim, my parents grounded me for two weeks. "You've embarrassed yourself enough over that illegitimate son from the Larson family," they snapped. "Has he ever even spared you a proper glance?" "Stay home and reflect. We've already arranged your marriage to the Shaw family. The wedding will be in two weeks." However, I didn’t give up. I was so determined to see Jim, no matter what. Only to walk in on him locked in a deep kiss with his precious first love in a private room. "Jim, you really know how to play," one of his friends laughed. "If the Cunningham family's heiress catches you like this, she'll probably lose her mind again." "Seriously, you've turned Ella down so many times, and now that she's grounded, you haven't even sent her a message. Aren't you afraid she'll finally give up on you?" Jim just scoffed with disdain and said calmly, "What's there to be afraid of? Everyone in the capital knows Ella is obsessed with me. Who else would want her but me?" "If I hadn't needed her to get back into the Larson family, I never would've postponed my engagement to Rowena in the first place."

A young woman falls for the young billionaire he works for as a maid. After being saved from a deadly car crash, a billionaire offers a young poor woman to work in his house as his maid but fate has other plans for them.

On the night of the Benedetto family's Harvest Festival, my Mafia husband, Salvatore, told me to bring our son, Giuseppe, to the family gathering. He said his madre had finally accepted us into the Benedetto bloodline. I was trembling with excitement in our little cottage as I dressed Giuseppe in his finest little suit. He had carved a single wooden rose by hand, a project he'd saved for over five years. He said he would present it to his grandmother at the celebration, a plea for her to accept our place in the family. But the moment we stepped into the stone manor, I saw Carmela. Salvatore had her pinned against an oak barrel in a deep, searing kiss. In the moonlight, her hand was undoing his tie. In front of everyone, Salvatore smiled and gently pushed her away. He walked toward the family members gathered in a semicircle and raised a crystal glass. "Tonight, in addition to celebrating the harvest, I have an important announcement." "I would like to introduce you all to the woman I have married in the eyes of God and the Church." "Miss Carmela Torrino." Before I could even process his words, Giuseppe tore his hand from mine and rushed forward. "Papa, what are you saying?" "Isn't my mother your wife?"

"I won't let them live!" "I will be the strongest as a demon wielding warrior!" Arya Santanu, an ordinary young farmer from a village in the west of the island of Yawadwipa. He found a pitch-black stone as big as his body in a forbidden forest. Little did he know that the stone was a dimensional prison for a top-level demon named Asura.  Unexpectedly, Arya Santanu made a promise with the demon Asura to avenge all his demon brothers. This brotherhood of demons formed a sect of criminals in the land of Yawadwipa. They are known as the group of Thirteen Black demons.  Arya Santanu's hatred intensified when the Thirteen Black Demons destroyed his village and killed his beloved brother. What was originally a one-sided agreement turned into a grudge.  How can Arya Santanu become the strongest? follow the excitement only in the devil's hand knight.

With her family turning their backs on her, Ayra must learn to navigate her new life as the wife of the owner of the Consortium, Lucian Dante Russo. Quite quickly she comes to discover secrets that shatter everything she thought she knew about her family. What she thought was her father’s desperate debt turns out to be the tip of a much darker scheme and she is thrown into a world of violence, power, and betrayal. As rivals close in and secrets lurk around every corner, Isabella realizes that the only way to survive may be to embrace the dangerous man she’s bound to. The shadows of their past cling to them, however, and threaten to consume them whole.

Elsa thinks she will be a slave for Aiden after their marriage. For him, she is his first love. A Mafia and a CEO for the world, but for him she is his whole world, his possession, his obsession. She is fighting with her demons and with her traumatic past. Aiden became a knight in shining armour for Elsa despite being a devil of the underworld. She starts to love him, but what will happen when she knows about his real identity?