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"You think you have a choice?" Vittorio squeezed my nipples with his hand and my sanity with the other. “ You were never going to be anyone else's from the moment I set eyes on you”. His voice a deadly whisper His words cut through me making my chest tighten with fear "You’re Ours, kitten," he continued, his gaze locking onto mine and stealing the breath from my lungs. "You will be claimed, used, and Fucked however I see fit. Do you understand?" "I... I understand," I whispered, feeling my resistance crumble under his dark, green eyes. "You will lay before me, Katarina," he commanded his voice a low growl. "Spread your swollen pussy wide, and show me how desperate you are for me to fuck you." Katarina Delgado was supposed to belong to another man. Sold like property to Mafia Don Giordano, her virginity was payment for a debt her father couldn't afford. But when her brother Mateo tries to save her and fails, she ends up in the hands of a deadlier monster: Vittorio De Luca, the brutal mafia king who cages her, collars her, and whispers filth like love. Now, locked in a war between cartels, Katarina is the prize. But not just for Vittorio. Valentino De Luca, his missing twin, has returned. Sharper. Slower. Unhinged. And he doesn’t want to steal her. He wants to share her. Together. In a world of cages, kings, and betrayal, the only thing more dangerous than being wanted… is being wanted by both of them.

Don Ettore Vitale's lover, Viola Serra, and I are abducted at the same time. When it's time for Ettore to make his choice, he doesn't hesitate to choose Viola despite always doting on me all the time. "Larissa, Viola can't take this. She's too fragile. Once this is over, I'll definitely make it up to you." "If you choose her, I'll hate you forever!" He remains silent for a moment before whisking Viola away in his arms. I just keep laughing till tears spill down my cheeks. Some time later, I nestle into Ettore's arch-nemesis, Vittorio Romano's arms while smiling at the former. But he keeps begging me to return to him like an absolute lunatic.

Isabella Castellano wants freedom from her father’s control. When he forces her into marriage with Vittorio Romano, a man known for cruelty, she decides to fight back. The only person powerful enough to help her is Dante Salvatore, her childhood rival and the one man she never thought she would need. She asks him to pretend to be her fiancé so she can escape the arranged marriage. He agrees, but only on his own terms. Living together for the act brings back every memory of their years of rivalry and every feeling they tried to hide. What started as a lie begins to feel real, and one kiss changes everything. Now the world believes she is his, and his enemies come after her to hurt him. Their deal turns into danger and their act turns into love, but in Crimson Bay love can destroy everything they’ve built.

Elena Marquez has always lived a quiet life, caring for her little brother and helping her mother keep their small family shop alive. But peace has a price, and her late father’s debts have begun to circle back like vultures. When the DeLuca family — the most feared mafia clan in the city — comes to collect, Elena is forced into their world. There, she meets Adrian DeLuca, the infamous heir to the DeLuca empire. Cold, calculating, and dangerous, Adrian is everything she should fear — but something in his eyes unsettles her. What neither of them know is that Adrian’s father — the powerful Don Vittorio DeLuca — is the man responsible for her father’s death. As Elena is drawn deeper into the DeLuca world, tension turns to reluctant trust, and trust slowly burns into something far more dangerous — love. But when the truth comes to light, Elena must decide if she can ever forgive the blood that runs through Adrian’s veins… and Adrian must choose whether to remain his father’s heir, or burn everything down to protect the woman he loves. A story of love, vengeance, and power, Mafia’s Heir is a slow-burn, heart-wrenching romance that will keep you hooked until the very last page.

No dia em que a glória da minha família virou ruína, fui eu quem arrancou meu pai da beira do prédio, antes que ele escolhesse a morte para fugir da própria culpa. À porta, os credores já esperavam. E minha mãe, consumida por um câncer de pulmão em estágio terminal, havia se tornado moeda de ameaça. Eu tinha apenas três dias para pagar os cinco milhões que meu pai perdera no jogo. Foi então que aceitei me casar com Don Lorenzo Vittorio. Mas impus uma condição: eu queria cinco milhões de dólares. Do outro lado da linha, Lorenzo permaneceu em silêncio por três segundos. Depois, soltou uma risada baixa. — Fechado. Lorenzo Vittorio, herdeiro da família Vittorio, já havia sido aliado do meu pai. Também foi o homem que eu amei por três anos. E eu, ingênua o bastante, acreditei que ele compreenderia o peso do meu sacrifício. Acreditei errado. Menos de seis meses depois do casamento, ele levou uma mulher chamada Ana para dentro da nossa casa. Antes que eu pudesse dizer qualquer coisa, um acordo pré-nupcial foi atirado na minha cara. — Não se esqueça do seu lugar. Você não vendeu a própria vida por cinco milhões? — Esse valor já basta para comprar a sua obediência pelo resto da vida. Fechei os punhos até sentir as unhas rasgando a própria pele, sem forças para responder. Até o dia em que minha mãe teve uma crise, e ainda faltavam quinhentos dólares para pagar os remédios no hospital. Quando liguei para Lorenzo, a voz dele veio fria, cruel: — Virou vício bancar a interesseira? Naquele mesmo instante, ele gastou cinquenta milhões de dólares em um colar para Ana, comemorando o fato de ela ter se entregado a ele. Quando a enfermeira abriu a porta pela terceira vez para cobrar o pagamento, eu apenas curvei os lábios num sorriso vazio... e aceitei a proposta de Ana. Entrei ao vivo. E, diante de todos, declarei que nunca amei Lorenzo Vittorio. Um casamento comprado por cinco milhões também merece um fim. Nossa dívida está paga. E o nosso fim finalmente havia chegado.

I've always been frail by nature. Taking two consecutive steps can make me gasp for air. If I cough, there's a chance there's blood accompanying it. When I'm seven years old, a homeless man in Bronzeton tries to snatch a half-eaten piece of bread from me. I lie on the ground as I convulse like a dying fish with foam gathering at my mouth. My eyes have rolled to the back of my head as well, as though my seizure is acting up. Thinking that I've gotten infected with some sort of disease, the homeless man is so frightened that he flees from Novarra overnight. When I'm ten years old, a delinquent tries to demand protection money from me. I react by spitting dark blood at his face. The poor guy screams at the top of his lungs as he runs down the street, only to get mistaken as a murderer by a police officer who happens to pass by the area. Since then, everyone avoids me like plague on the street. They aren't scared of me—they are terrified that they might get into trouble because of me. No one knows who my parents are. I've grown up in a rundown motel, and my adoptive mother is a stripper who used to be famous. Whenever she gets drunk, she often tells me, "Your father is a mafia Don." I've always thought that she's just running her mouth purely out of drunkenness. That is, until a black limo stops in front of me on the year I turn 18 years old. Three men clad in black suits get out of the limo. The leader sinks down on one knee right in front of me, his voice quivering as he speaks. "We finally found you, Ms. Salvatore. Your father is Vittorio Salvatore, the Don of one of the biggest mafia families in Novarra." At first, I think this is just a scamming scheme. That is, until I'm taken to the estate located on Lacreth Isle that's six acres wide and sports iron gates with the Salvatore insignia carved into them. On my first day home, the fake heiress, Serena Salvatore, purposefully releases the fearsome family dog in the estate just to intimidate me. That dog keeps barking at me, frightening me to the point that I spit out blood on the spot before collapsing to the ground. My mother, Rosalina Vitelli, almost loses her mind over my collapse. But my older brother, Marco Salvatore, shouts at me angrily instead. "Why are you playing dead? You made Serena cry because of your antics!" His voice is so loud that I feel as though my eardrums are going to burst anytime soon. Even my heart feels as though an invisible hand is gripping it tightly. My eyes roll to the back of my head instantly as my body crashes on the spot. Mamma flies into a rampage and almost beats Marco to death for scaring me. Having witnessed everything, Serena kicks up a fuss by attempting to commit suicide at the estate's clock tower just so she can apologize to me. In order to prove his love to Serena, my fiance, Luca Moretti, drags me forcibly to the top of the clock tower so that Serena can do whatever she wants to me. The thing is, the winds are strong on the top of the clock tower. That's when I accidentally slip and topple over the railing. My parents, who are looking everywhere for me, happen to be around the clock tower when I crash onto the spot near them. This time, my bruised and broken body is completely drenched in blood. Shell-shocked, they remain rooted to the spot as they stare at me in bewilderment. Then, they let out blood-curdling screams.