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 6

Her heart skipped multiple beats as she tried to imagine how on earth he'd found her. She was supposed to be dead, and he was supposed to have given up.

"What's the matter, baby?" he asked in an amused tone. "Not expecting to hear from me I guess.

Isabella stared at the screen in disbelief, unable to process that voice... that soft but powerful voice that was enough to make her shiver. This shouldn't be happening, Luca had no business finding her after all these years... after all the effort she had put in to become a ghost and restart her life. Like someone awakening from a horrible dream and regaining her senses, she hurriedly ended the call and threw the phone away like an abomination.

Luca knew where she was... he'd somehow managed to find her. Everything in the room suddenly became a suspect as she began to search desperately for wire devices or hidden spyware. She ran to the window, looking outside for any signs of being watched... satisfied that all was clear, she began to act.

She instantly ran into her bedroom, shaking as she dragged out the emergency duffel bag she always had under the bed. It was already half full with emergency essentials, a habit bred into her by her father. He'd always believed that a person must always be prepared for emergencies at any given time, because quick escape could be the only means of survival in certain situations.

She quickly added her passports, bundles of cash, a small secure phone, and a folder that held all the fake documents she's been using as Elena Romano.

She was trying as much as possible to stay calm through it all, but it wasn't exactly working. Not when Luca could already be on his way here, not when she had no idea what he was going to do to her if he got his hands on her.

Having packed her bags, she grabbed her main phone and dialled the one person she always called when she needed to move, the only one who asked no unnecessary questions... Marco.

As expected, Marco picked up immediately, and from the tone of his voice, it was clear he already guessed why she was calling.

"Isabella... is everything ok?"

"Marco, please... I need a flight tonight. Anywhere far... Somewhere no one would think of looking for me."

"Woah... That's quite rash, what's going on with you?"

"My current location has been compromised, Marco," she told him quickly, frantically looking out to make sure Luca's men weren't taking her unawares.

"Where to?" Marco replied after thinking for a while.

"Africa... I don't care what country or city, just find me whatever is leaving immediately."

"Okay. Okay... Hold on, I'm on it."

She took a piece of paper and a pen, and began to write out her details while Marco typed on the other side.

"I have a private charter leaving Fiumicino in less than an hour," Marco finally announced. "My guy owes me a favor, so you'll be having a seat... Terminal C, I'll text you the remaining details."

"You're a lifesaver Marco, I love you so much," she exclaimed, with tears of joy running down her face.

"Isabella..." he paused, his voice filled with complete concern. "Is it him... did he finally find you?"

The silence from her was enough to convince him that he was right... her past had caught up with her again.

"Please be safe," Marco said in a serious tone. "And make sure you don't call me again unless it's from another number... Burn this one."

Isabella nodded and hung up, copied the details of the flight Marco had sent, and then smashed the phone to pieces after taking out her sim.

A few minutes later, she grabbed her bag and hung it over her shoulder, went to the front door and cautiously peeped through the peephole for any sign of intruders. She had already texted her private cab driver minutes ago, and knew he would be arriving any moment, but she had to make sure she wasn't spotted or followed.

She slowly opened the door and slipped out, locking it behind her and hurrying down the stairs without looking back. Keeping her head low as she sprinted to the waiting cab three blocks away.

"Fiumicino Airport, Jorge," she told the driver in Italian.

He smiled politely, and started the car, wondering why the usually composed and elegant Elena Romano looked so flustered.

Even as they left her Mansion and the city behind them, her mind still wasn't settled... not until she was up in the sky... until she was beyond Luca's reach once again. She opened her purse and brought out the note on which she wrote Marco's instructions. Terminal, pilot's name, departure time, and entry code. Everything seemed to be in order... Marco had come through for her yet again, but would it be enough to escape Luca for good?

She watched the beauty of Rome fading away, vanishing into the horizon like a silent witness who had seen all but chose not to speak. This city had given her peace and solace for two years... A new identity, and a new purpose. But then peace was just a mere illusion, because the past was relentless... it didn't stop chasing her.

She ran her hand over her stomach... there was no bump yet, but she knew there was life within her. She wasn't just running for herself anymore, she was also running for her child... Luca's child.

When they arrived at the airport, she thanked Jorge for the ride, paid in cash and hurried off without another word. A man in black suit was waiting for her at a private corridor described by Marco, and as she came closer, he stretched out his hand for a handshake. She eyed him carefully, making sure he fit the description Marco had provided because Luca could easily plant his men anywhere he wanted. Convinced that he was clean, she shook his hand and gave him a small smile.

"Miss Romano?"

"Yes." She replied hastily, glancing around as she was still worried about Luca possibly tailing her.

"Your flight is ready, senora... This way please."

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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.

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