Mafia's Bride.

She married the devil. Then she divorced him. Now she carries his child. All Isabella Lorenzo wanted was to protect her family, and she thought marrying the ruthless and feared Luca Moretti... heir to the Moretti crime empire would be enough, but she was wrong. Instead of protection, her father was brutally executed and her heart left shattered in a million pieces. Two years later, she has managed to move on from the past and rebuild her life in the shadows. Every feeling of emotion was buried in her past, but they soon reignite after a reckless night with a masked stranger... a stranger that happens to be Luca Moretti. Now she's pregnant, and Luca will do anything to get her back. But forgiveness is not something that exists in her heart anymore... will she be able to fully heal, or will her urge for revenge burn everything down?

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Chapter 4

Elena Romano showed up to the ball in style. She arrived in a sexy, black gown that hugged her figures like a dangerous secret. Her hair was perfectly styled, flowing over her shoulders in shiny waves of black. As she stepped into the ballroom, there was a sudden silence, quickly followed by hushed murmurs and whispers of both admiration and envy.

Giovanni Tarini smiled delightfully when he set his eyes on her, abandoning the group he had been discussing with just to welcome her.

"Signora Romano! My God, you are absolutely gorgeous. If you had no intention of attracting attention tonight, I'm afraid you've failed miserably," he chuckled, kissing her outstretched hand like a perfect gentleman, and offering her a drink from a passing tray.

She gave him a polite smile, blushing deeply as she accepted the glass. "That wasn't my intention, signore Giovanni, but I'll take the compliment."

"Eyes of admiration from the men, flames of envy from the women," Giovanni said with dramatic flair. "This is exactly the kind of impression you want to make tonight. Come, your mask."

He handed her a brilliant black and gold mask adorned with delicate feathers. Elena hesitated, then gently put the mask on with a mischievous smile on her face. The transformation was instantaneous, both physically and psychologically. She was a completely different person, someone not held back by the grief and betrayal of her tortured past... someone who was no longer Isabella Lorenzo.

Giovanni led her to his private table, where they sat, talking about art and sipping wine. As the night wore on, the orchestra began a waltz, and Giovanni offered her his hand. "Shall we, my muse?"

Elena nodded gracefully, placing her hand in his as they joined the other couples drifting towards the floor. The music sent beautiful sensations all over her body, and she let him lead, elegantly following his movements. They were having fun, until her eyes wandered... And then she saw him.

Across from them, a tall man dressed in a black tuxedo and silver mask danced with effortless grace. His partner was a blonde woman in an expensive looking ball gown, but his eyes... intense, and dark... were locked on her.

Every step he took felt intentional, and every glance her way was a challenge. When their eyes met again, Elena's breath froze, and something stirred in her body... an ache, a yearning so familiar yet terrifying.

A few moments later, the orchestra signaled a switch of partners. Elena did not even notice Giovanni stepping away until she turned... and found herself staring straight at the masked stranger.

"May I?" he asked in a smooth and low voice that sent dangerous shivers all over her spine.

She nodded absently, her voice lost somewhere between curiosity and desire.

He took her hand in a confident but gentle grip, and led her to the center of the floor. He delicately placed his free hand on her waist, and then they moved to the music. As they danced, every other person in the room disappeared, and the whole world narrowed down to just the two of them.

Their chemistry was electrifying, and soon the other dancers had stopped dancing, forming a circle around them as they admired the beauty of their dance.

When the final note played, the room erupted in applause.

Elena blushed, and looked away shyly, trying to catch her breath. But he didn't let go of her hand.

"You dance like a goddess signora," he said with a smile.

"So do you."

"May I get you a drink?" He offered, nodding towards an empty table.

She hesitated, turned and saw Giovanni flirting with a redhead, then gave in. "One drink."

When they were seated, he poured two glasses of champagne for them, and they shared a small toast.

"I've never seen you before, signora," he said.

"I'm not usually seen."

"And yet here you are, turning every head in the room."

Elena chuckled softly, swirling her wine. "Flattery is a dangerous game at a masquerade ball, signore."

"So is mystery," he replied smoothly.

There was something about the way he didn't try to impress her that pulled her in. He didn't ask for her name, only watched her with a sort of solemn hunger that scared and excited her at the same time.

"So what brings you here tonight signora?" he asked softly, barely concealing the fire of desire in his eyes.

Elena giggled shyly. "To forget... To feel...To live."

He leaned forward, dangerously close to her face. "Then spend the night with me."

She was taken by surprise at his boldness, but there was no disrespect in his voice... just certainty.

She opened her mouth to respond, then closed it as she struggled inside her head. She had chosen a life of silence, and survival, buried Isabella and her pain in the past... but here was a chance in front of her, one night of passion to reclaim the woman beneath the ashes... a night with the charming and daring stranger.

"It will be one night," she said firmly. "We keep our masks on the whole time, and no names or questions will be asked."

He nodded. "Agreed."

There were no words when they burst into the room, he simply grabbed her and captured her mouth in a hungry kiss... a kiss Elena returned feverishly.

In the blink of an eye she was on the bed, watching him take off his shirt and pants, revealing a perfectly toned body.

"Put out the light," she whispered softly.

He obliged without complaining, then walked towards her like a stalking predator. He peeled off her gown and panties in slow and deliberate movements, brushing his hands over sensitive parts of her skin as he did. His dick was huge and erect, the sight of it already making Elena's moist with anticipation.

His tongue was like a magic wand, tasting and teasing her nipples, while his fingers did wonders with her clitoris. She moaned and squirmed under him, begging him to penetrate, but he took his time, confidently shushing her to be patient.

When he eventually entered, he filled her so completely that she hung onto him as the sweet sensation swept through her body. He eased her back to the bed, rubbed his dick over her moist clitoris, and smiled as she shivered at the sensation.

Then the thrusting began.

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Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part. The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys. Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero. Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold. I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth. But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me." Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again. Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.

Action LitRPG Mafia Sci-Fi

7.5

Betrayed Wife: Reclaiming My Stolen Life

7.5

On the morning of our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, I found a cream-colored document tucked inside my husband's suit pocket. It was a twenty-million-dollar asset transfer for his former receptionist, Carmen. But what made my blood run cold was the contingent beneficiary: Leo, my newborn son who the hospital claimed was kidnapped twenty-three years ago. When I confronted Devonte, he didn't even try to explain. He handed me a fake Cartier watch, canceled all my credit cards, and publicly called me delusional. The next day, he moved Carmen into our mansion and emptied all our joint accounts into offshore trusts. "If you don't sign these papers and walk away, I will have you committed," he threatened, his mother nodding in agreement. They had orchestrated the kidnapping of my baby, hiding him with the mistress while I spent half my life sedated and screaming in grief. Now, to keep his secret, Devonte was going to lock me in a psychiatric ward and bury me in debt. I didn't understand how the man I loved could be such a monster. Why did he steal my child? What else was hidden in that confidential adoption file? Pushed to the absolute brink, I refused to be his victim. When his goons came to my temporary apartment to drag me away, I turned to the rugged union electrician who had just fixed my lights. "If you need a husband to keep you out of a psych ward, I'll marry you," he said, offering himself as my legal shield. I took his hand. It was time to tear my husband's perfect life apart.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.3

Dooming the mafia devil

7.3

She was sent to destroy him. A man feared in the shadows, a mafia lord whose name alone commanded power and blood. Serafina Dunes had one mission: send Rapheal Dekoms to hell. Murdered by her husband's mistress, Yuanita Serra was ripped from life before her time-only to be reborn as a missionier, and her first task was to kill Rapheal Dekoms. But fate had other plans. What was meant to be a deadly mission became a dangerous game of desire and hate, where every glance and every touch ignited a fire she couldn't control-and threatened to unravel everything he had ever built.

Adventure Mafia Modern

7.3

IDNAPPED ON WEDDING DAY AND BONDED TO THE MAFIA KING

7.3

e didn't come to stop my wedding to Daniel. He came to claim me for himself. One moment I was walking toward "I do" - toward Daniel, my safe, predictable future. Next, his men stormed the church, and I was dragged from the altar in my lace dress, veil torn, dreams shattered. I became the prize of the most dangerous man in the city. Eric Moretti. The Mafia King. Cold eyes. Sinful mouth. Hands that have ended lives... and now own mine. "Daniel can't protect you," he growled against my ear that first night, locking me in his penthouse. "He never could. But me, Seraphina? I'll owe you. Cherish you. Destroy anyone who looks at you twice. You're mine now." I fought him. I screamed. I clawed. He pinned my wrists above my head and showed me exactly what resistance costs. But somewhere between the silk sheets and the dangerous midnight confessions, hate began to blur with something far more terrifying-need. His touch sets my skin on fire. His voice commands my pulse. And when he looks at me like I'm the only light in his dark world, I forget Daniel's name. I forget I was ever meant to be someone else's bride. "I should let you go," he admits one night, lips trailing down my throat. "Send you back to your safe little life with Daniel. But I'm a selfish bastard. And you... You've gotten under my skin, Bella." But in his world, love is a death sentence. Enemies circle. Betrayal festers. And when they come for him, they'll have to go through me-the bride who stopped being a captive the moment I chose to stay. They say the Mafia King has no heart. They're wrong. He gave it to me-and I'll burn this city down before I let anyone take it from him.me to add more tension between Eric and Daniel, or make Daniel a bigger threat?

Mafia Modern Romance

9.0

She Hid Her Crown, Now Reigns

9.0

I spent a year scrubbing floors in my fiancé’s club, hiding my identity as the daughter of the Capo dei Capi. I needed to know if Connor Bishop was a King worth merging empires with, or just a puppet. The answer came walking in wearing a neon pink dress. Jaden Juarez, a civilian he was infatuated with, didn't just treat me like a servant; she deliberately poured scalding espresso over my hand because I refused to be her valet. The pain was blinding, my skin blistering instantly. I video-called Connor, showing him the burn, expecting him to enforce the code of our world. Instead, seeing his investors watching, he panicked. He chose to sacrifice me to save face. "Get on your knees," he roared through the speaker. "Beg her pardon. Show her the respect she deserves." He wanted the daughter of the most dangerous man on the East Coast to kneel to his mistress. He thought he was showing strength. He didn't realize he was looking at a woman who could burn his entire world to ash with a single phone call. I didn't cry. I didn't beg. I simply hung up the phone and locked the kitchen doors. Then, I dialed the one number everyone in the underworld feared. "Dad," I said, my voice cold as steel. "Code Black. Bring the papers." "And send the wolves."

Mafia Modern Romance

7.1

TEMPTING THE ICE KING

7.1

"You broke the first rule, Princess. That means I get to take something from you. I'll start with this," he said, tugging at my panties and a needy throb ran straight through my core. "Kyren, don't," I tried but it was to no avail. He roughly pulled at the flimsy material, covering my most intimate part. The sound of lace ripping, filled the room. And the cool air from the AC bit into my exposed skin. His hands slid up my back. He unclasped my bra with ease and it soundlessly dropped to the floor. His gaze raked over my trembling form with a satisfied hunger. "You're not a cheerleader tonight. You're just mine. And I'm going to spend the next few hours showing you exactly what happens when you break my rules," he stated, before pushing my legs wide open with his knee. ×× Hailey thought she could handle the "Ice King." She thought she could seduce him, win the bet, and walk away with her heart intact. But Kyren sees right through her games. He doesn't want her seduction, he wants her submission. As the lines between a dare and reality blur, Hailey finds herself trapped between her father's expectations and a man who wants to claim every inch of her. In a game where the rules keep changing, Hailey is about to learn that the Ice King doesn't just freeze people out... he burns them down.

Action Mafia Modern

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