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 5

It had been three weeks since the masquerade ball, but the memory of that one night of fire between her and the stranger was the peak. She had snuck out of the hotel in the early hours of the morning, while he slept like a happy baby. There had been a strong temptation to peek under his mask, but she had resisted... it was better they never met again, not with the kind of dominion he had over her body.

But here she was now, three weeks later with a pregnancy test kit in her hands, her pulse pounding feverishly. She watched as the lines began to form... and the plus sign yet again... positive.

It had to be a mistake, she kept telling herself. Maybe the first three kits were defective, maybe this one as well... but deep in her heart she knew the truth. The symptoms were not a lie... the constant nausea, the exhaustion she had started experiencing lately which wasn't natural... She was pregnant.

She looked at herself in the mirror, clutching her stomach as the realization began to dawn on her. The masked stranger at the ball, one night of sinful pleasure, and now she was carrying a child... his child. She had no idea who he was, she had insisted on sharing no names or identity, just a consummation of their lustful desires... a quick fire and release.

She had to think of something... and fast.

...

Luca stood at his office window, looking down on the tiny movements of cars and people far on the ground. His interests were elsewhere however, on the passionate night he had shared in Rome with the masked woman. She had gone before he woke up, and so far all efforts to find her had been fruitless. Nobody knew who she was, or where she came from... He was almost made to believe he imagined it, but such pleasures could never be a mere work of imagination.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in," he said in a bored voice, tired of hearing disappointing news.

The door opened and a young lady came in... She was in charge of his spy networks, and helped him in locating anyone he wanted to find. She had been searching for his runaway wife Isabella for the last two years without success, and now he also had her searching for the mystery woman in Rome.

"What is it Carla? I hope you have some good news for me today."

"Actually I do sir," she said with a cocky grin. "It's double good news."

A smile lit up Luca's face and he quickly waved her to the chair opposite his own as he sat down.

"We've managed to find your wife sir. It appears she is alive and well."

Luca froze in his chair, unable to believe the news he had just received. Despite the death certificate that had turned up in Sicily about Isabella being dead, he'd refused to believe it and insisted they keep on searching... and now it turns out he has been right all along.

"Wh...what? Where is she? Is she okay?" he asked, leaning forward in anticipation.

"That brings us to the second good news sir," Carla said calmly. "It appears your ex-wife has been in Rome this whole time, hiding under the cover of a private and secretive art dealer called Elena Romano."

Luca's eyes widened in surprise. He had never heard that name before, even if he wasn't passionate about art, he knew quite a few dealers through his friends, and the name had never been mentioned.

"Why haven't I heard the name before?" He asked.

"Because she turned up mysteriously two years ago, sir, around the time your wife left. No one knows anything about her or where she came from, and she keeps a very low profile."

"Okay okay," Luca said, eager to know more. "How does this information concern the second good news you're talking about?"

Carla smiled.

"The masked lady at the masquerade ball was Elena Romano sir... or should I say, your ex-wife Isabella."

Luca stared at her in complete disbelief. "How sure are you about this Carla?"

"We were able to convince one of her staff to speak, and we managed to get a detailed description of her attire at the ball."

Luca stood up and began to pace inside the office, multiple thoughts and scenarios running through his mind. It was almost crazy... the woman he had the best sex of his life with was none other than his supposedly dead ex-wife, who forced a divorce out of him and disappeared.

He turned to Carla. "Get me the media team immediately."

...

Elena was sorting through her things one afternoon when a name from the reporter suddenly captured her attention... Luca Moretti. She quickly grabbed the remote to increase the volume, but the headline on the screen suddenly froze her in her tracks... 'Luca Moretti is revealed to be a masked guest at a recent Masquerade ball in Rome.'

Underneath the headline were two pictures, one of Luca in a mask, and the other without it. But the mask was the problem, because staring right at her from the screen was the mystery mask stranger she had fucked to passionately three weeks ago.

Panic swelled inside her. She had been hiding successfully for two years, and the one night she took to indulge herself she had ended up with her past. And worst of all, she was carrying his child. Her hand subconsciously rubbed her stomach as thought about it.

But this couldn't be happening... what were the chances that he hadn't already figured out who she was, what if it had been a trap. Elena's mind raced with many thoughts, but there was only one thing left to do... she had to run, run very far away and like she did two years ago. As she thought about it, her phone started to ring on the table.

She ignored it for a while, focused instead on the traumatic news staring at her from the television. But when the ringing refused to subside, she picked the phone and looked at it... an unknown number. She stood, staring at the phone in her hand, suddenly afraid of who might be on the other end. She picked the call...

"Hello?"

"Hello signora Romano," Giovanni's voice floated through the phone.

Elena breathed a sigh of relief. "Hello signore Giovanni, can I call you back? I'm in a meeting right now."

She hung up before he could even utter another word, but when she turned back to the TV, the news was gone...then the phone rang again.

"What could he possibly want?" she muttered in irritation and answered the call again.

"Signore Giovanni..."

"Hello Isabella," came a deep, rich voice.

She froze, her heart stopping as recollection flooded her head.

"Luca...?"

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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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