Twisted Wonderland Lilia

"You are the reason..." I said with shaky hands. "Tavi..." Essex breathed. "I swear I would break down every mountain and build never ending bridges to get to you, mate. You're the reason my heart is still bleeding," I replied with glossy eyes. "You are my reason, Tavi," he said before crashing his lips into mine. "I cannot lose you," I replied allowing those tears to freely fall. "You won't. I love you," he said kissing my tears away.

I was chosen to be the fiancée of Lorenzo, the Mafia’s heir. But at a family gala, Lorenzo was openly pursued by Chiara, the daughter of an arms dealer. Chiara wasn’t like the other rule-abiding debutantes.She tore through the streets in a modified sports car, used a military-grade combat knife to cut her cigars, and drank the harshest whiskey neat.There was an untamed wildness about her, a fire Lorenzo couldn’t look away from. He complained to the family elders, “How can a woman like that possibly be our Madre and run this entire family?” His words dripped with disdain for her recklessness, yet his eyes were glued to her, tracking her every move as she raised her glass. Then, on Lorenzo’s birthday, he announced his intention to make Chiara his mistress. Chiara refused.”The women of my family are wives, never mistresses.And my husband’s heart must belong only to me.” Lorenzo came to me, his voice hesitant.”Alessia, it’s just a title.I need you to give it to Chiara.Please? She doesn’t understand our family’s traditions, and she’s making a scene about marrying me.We just need to pacify her for now.Even if she marries me, you will still be the one to manage the family’s affairs.” As I stood trying on my wedding gown, a sharp crystal bead on the bodice pierced my finger.A single drop of blood bloomed against the pure white satin. The dress was ruined, but the wedding would go on. Since he chose someone else to be his wife, I will become his Madre.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

I spiked the drink of Daniel Falkner, Belcaster's big shot, three years ago. After that night of madness, he doesn't punish me. Instead, he takes my waist in his hands and drives into me until my legs go weak, calling me "princess", again and again. But just as I'm about to confess, Serena Jarman, the woman he never gets over, returns. For her sake, he lets me get hit by a car, makes me watch Mom's keepsake get left to a stray, and even throws me into jail with his own hands. By the time I'm shattered and boarding a flight to Velport to marry someone else, Daniel is tearing Belcaster apart just to find me.

My boyfriend didn’t just cheat. He did it with my twin sister. In my apartment. On our anniversary. And the worst part? They planned it. He dated me to destroy me. She gave him every secret I ever trusted her with. Just because she wants to ruin my future and my career. So I walked into a bar, ready to drink myself unconscious. But no one would serve me. Because of him. The hot, sexy stranger in the VIP lounge with cold eyes, a sharp voice, and a presence that made everyone move back without a word. In my delirious state, I confronted him. He didn’t care. Instead, he said: “If you want to forget everything, I’ll give you something worth remembering.” One night became two. Two became three. When I escaped his bed, I promised myself I would never see him again. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. On Monday, I was reported to the CEO’s office—my ex’s final attempt to destroy my job. I walked in trembling. And there he was.

“I was promised to his son… but his touch is all I crave” I never thought I’d see him again. I thought my biggest mistake was losing my virginity to an attractive stranger. Turns out, the actual mistake was me signing a contract to marry his son. One reckless night in New York with a powerful, older-looking mysterious man should have been nothing more than a secret buried deep in the ground. But when I’m forced into an arranged marriage to secure a dangerous alliance, I realize my sin has come back to haunt me. Because the man standing at the head of the family table, the one who is watching me with dark, knowing eyes and a cold smirk is the same man who once had me beneath him. Now, he is not just a forbidden temptation. He’s my future Father-In-Law. I am now trapped in a contract I can never escape, caught between duty and desire. But in a world filled with duties, love might be a deadly game, and I just became the most dangerous game on the board.

Salma’s life seemed perfect—engaged to Juan, a man who could offer her safety and stability. But when Vito, a dangerous and magnetic mafia boss, steps back into her life, everything changes. Vito’s presence ignites a fire in Salma she hasn’t felt in years, a passion so fierce it consumes her. Caught between two men—one offering love and security, the other thrilling danger and wild desire—Salma is torn. Vito’s dark world lures her in, intoxicating her senses, while Juan clings to her, desperate to hold onto the woman he loves. As tensions rise and secrets come to light, Salma must decide which man she’ll surrender to—the one who makes her feel safe or the one who makes her feel alive. But in a world of power and betrayal, every choice comes with a deadly price.

After being promised the title of Luna beside Alpha Dean of Bay Pack, Lexi loses everything when another woman is chosen in her place. This betrayal turns her people against her. Branded a traitor and left to die, she escapes and finds peace in the quiet safety of another pack. But years later, under a rogue king’s bloody rise, fate drags her back into the world she fled. She comes face to face with the Alpha who once broke her, and is thrust into the very life she tried to escape. Now the ghosts of her past have returned, and Lexi must face not just the man who betrayed her, but the ruthless hunter who once saved her and might hold the key to her freedom. Love, loyalty, and survival collide as old secrets unravel, and Lexi learns that some bonds run deeper than blood… and even far darker than love.

Immerse yourself in "Killing Me Slowly", a deliciously dark, gripping tale where a struggling father faced with a debt sells his daughter in an auction to a ruthless gangster, who must decide whether to keep her as his puppet—or kill her. Amina Kadir’s life changes forever when she’s sold to Arben Zefi, a dangerous man who had been watching her even before the auction. Now trapped in his world, she feels both scared and strangely drawn to him. Arben, known for his cold and ruthless ways, is also captivated by Amina’s strength and beauty. As Amina deals with the pain of her father's betrayal, she must figure out how she feels about Arben. At the same time, Arben struggles with his growing obsession for her, which threatens to take over his life. Together, they must decide if their connection can survive in this dark and dangerous world, or if it will tear them apart. The “Killing Me Slowly” series is a story of love, lust, and redemption, where secrets and passion push Amina and Arben to their limits.

Every Thanksgiving, my husband, Salvatore, brings home a showgirl from one of his clubs. He makes me kneel and serve them drinks. A lesson, he calls it, in how to please a man. This was the eighth Thanksgiving, and this time, he brought back a girl poured into a tight leather dress. "She doesn't have any decent jewelry," Salvatore announced. "Give her your heirloom diamond ring. Your grandmother's pearl earrings, too. And take off that silk choker for her." He smirked. "And listen, she's young, doesn't know the rules. You'll have to show her the ropes. Especially how to handle a man in bed." Every member of the Genovese family was watching, waiting for my humiliation. I didn't disappoint. I opened my mouth and asked Salvatore for a divorce. Salvatore let out a sharp, ugly laugh, his eyes full of contempt. "Francesca, you pull this same shit every time," he jeered. "Your act is pathetic. Even more dramatic than your performance in bed." He leaned in. "You really want to divorce me? Fine. I'll give you five million in cash if you actually walk out that door." The living room erupted in laughter. They all said I was playing hard to get, that I didn't know my place. But they didn't know. This was the 88th time I had asked for a divorce, and it was the first time I truly meant it.