Servant to the Mafia Lord

Desperate to save her dying mother, Ariana Moreno walks straight into the world of the mafia. Elijah Fiorensco is danger wrapped in power-cold, ruthless, and used to owning everything he touches... including her. "And who the fuck is that guy?!" he roared, veins bulging in his neck. "I–I... he's my friend," I stammered, fear creeping into my voice as his rage swallowed the room. "Listen to me," he growled, fingers tightening around my throat. "The next time I see you with that bastard, I'll kill him-brutally-right in front of you. Don't ever try me, Ariana." In a world ruled by his obsession, loyalty and rage. One wrong move could made her loose everything.

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Chapter 3

Ariana Moreno

"What?!"

I was far beyond shocked. Strip naked? I had never even worn something like this before in all my twenty-one years. Now... completely naked?

From the moment my eyes landed on him, I knew he was dangerous. The kind of man I should run away from immediately. But how?

Stupidly, I found myself strangely attracted to him. His face was sharp and well defined, every feature fitting together in perfect balance. His chest was wide and strong, tattoos staining his porcelain skin.

I knew right then that I was doomed-because who the fuck feels attraction toward someone they're supposed to be afraid of?

I was still standing there in shock, trying to figure out what to do or say, when my gaze drifted downward.

That was when I realized something terrifying.

I had been standing in a top room the entire time.

And what the fuck was happening underground?

Was that... live sex?

Women walked around completely naked. A threesome. A foursome. Girls fucking themselves openly. Men watching, touching, taking turns.

This was hell.

I had never seen anything like this before-not even in movies.

He walked closer to me again, and I couldn't move anymore. My back hit the wall.

"Little thing is distracted by the underground club," he murmured dangerously close to my ear. "Would you like to join them too? Or maybe try those acts yourself?"

"No..." I muttered immediately.

"You're not taking off your clothes and dancing?" he reminded, his fingers already reaching for the tiny piece of fabric holding my breasts.

One thing I had noticed about him-he was impatient.

"I'll do it... myself," I said quickly, grabbing his hand.

But it was too late.

My breasts bounced free, fully exposed.

I gasped and covered myself immediately.

"You should stop this!" I yelled.

"You do not raise your voice at me!" he yelled back, pinning my hands against the wall.

My breasts were completely naked to his gaze now, with no way to hide them.

"You can't hide anything from me, little thing," he said slowly. "I own it now."

He lowered his head and kissed my nipples softly.

As much as I hated to admit it, I enjoyed every touch. A spark shot through my body, my skin reacting to him against my will.

He fondled my breasts, his hands roaming freely, setting my body on fire.

This was wrong.

It had to stop.

But how?

He suddenly lifted me into his arms in a bridal style and laid me flat on the table.

"It needs to stop when your body reacts like this?" he asked, taking one of my breasts into his mouth.

I moaned despite myself.

"Oh... Elijah," I whispered, my fingers sliding into his hair.

He continued touching me everywhere until his hand reached my panties. He teased me slowly, deliberately, before finally touching me.

My body flinched and I grabbed his wrist.

"Oh..." I moaned again.

"This is the first time someone is doing this to you?" he asked, amusement lacing his voice.

I nodded.

"Wait..." He paused and pulled back slightly. "You're a virgin?"

He moved away from me completely.

Strangely, disappointment settled in my chest.

He stood there watching me for a moment before helping me off the table. He picked up a jacket from the chair and slipped it over my body. It was long enough to reach my knees.

"Listen, little thing," he said calmly. "I'm not a good man. Fuck that-I'm not even close to being one."

He met my eyes.

"So I'm letting you go now. My guards will escort you home safely. And listen to me carefully-do not come here again."

His tone hardened.

"Bad people fill this place. People who would do things to you you've never experienced before. Including me. And if our paths cross again... I won't resist."

He bent down and kissed me gently.

I couldn't say a word. I just stared at him, my eyes wide and innocent.

To be honest... it wasn't just him.

I wanted it too.

He summoned his guards.

"She must not get hurt," he ordered coldly.

They bowed.

I waved at him slightly, and he smirked.

I followed the bodyguards out of the room.

I should have been relieved. I should have been happy he let me go.

So why did I feel empty?

Why did I feel... lost?

I entered the car they had prepared and glanced back at the club one last time.

So much had happened in one night.

And now...

The plan had changed.

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Our twenty-first birthday was supposed to be the night my twin and I would never forget--the night we got our witchmarks. But something goes horribly wrong, and Angelica doesn't get hers. What should've been the best night of our lives quickly turns into one of the worst. Soon after, things start to go wrong. Our mom, who had always loved her "little moon" (me) and her "little sun" (Angelica) equally, suddenly sides with Angelica on everything. Then, my friends start to behave oddly around me. But it gets even worse. The company we started together as sisters votes to oust me? Shocked, I go to my long--term boyfriend, Orion Locklear--the boy I have loved my whole life--for comfort, only to find him and Angelica in her room...naked. How could she do all this to me? Not only as a sister, betraying everything we once shared....but as a powerless markless? I'm the one who got the witchmark, not her! Yet I wasn't able to stop any of this from happening. Something isn't adding up. I refuse to sit back any longer and let her continue to ruin my life. It's time to claw my way back up to the top and reclaim everything she took from me...even if it means I have to join hands with witch-kind's historical mortal enemies: the super powerful, super rich Hunter family--yup, they used to hunt witches, and only stopped when we agreed to give up Black Magic. Oh, and of course, the guy I'm assigned to work with, Miles Hunter, has to be super hot, too. Seven Hells! Can't a girl catch a break?

Action Fantasy Modern

7.2

Etangled By Casanova

7.2

Valerie never imagined it would be a tool to pay off her stepfather's debt–Luke. James, is a man who wants to have it, a respected man, a cruel casanova. Valerie tries to run, trying to be free from James' grip. But it was difficult, James would not let Valerie escape from her confinement. Even though now he has power. Wealth, power, in fact, were not enough to fight James. Valerie's cruel male obsession and hatred, unwittingly turns into love. Cruel and rude love, can they unite, like lovers?

Action Modern Romance

9.2

He Chose Her Over Our Child

9.2

My world shattered twice. First, the ocean claimed my son. Then, the mountain road took another, a direct sacrifice to the man I loved and the woman he chose. In the hospital, beeps marked the emptiness where my second son used to be, echoing the first loss, both involving Holden and Giana. During the car crash, I was pinned, bleeding, and trapped. Holden, my partner, looked me in the eyes, then chose to save Giana, abandoning me and our unborn child. Soon, I overheard Holden praising Giana for turning our tragedy into a PR win. His hollow apologies and focus on Giana’s "miracle work" reignited the brutal memory of her push and his past denials. A decade of sacrificing my life and two children for a man who saw me as a liability left a bitter taste. His choice was clear; only profound abandonment remained. But this time, I was choosing me. From my profound loss, a dangerous spark ignited: I would not just survive; I would find freedom and make him pay.

Action Adventure Modern

9.4

Healing My Seven Broken Beast Mates

9.4

My retirement was finally approved, and I was supposed to be sipping drinks on a sunny beach. Instead, a cold system voice forced me into a nightmare scenario: "Cursed Mates Who Want Me Dead." I woke up in a stinking cave, trapped in the body of a psychopathic tribal princess. The memories that flooded my brain made me sick. The original owner of this body had forcibly marked seven of the continent's most powerful beast-men and reduced them to tortured pets. She had ripped the shimmering scales off Jordi the Merfolk prince, gouged out a proud wolf-man's power crystal, and snapped an eagle-man's magnificent wings. Now, Jordi was a mutilated, terrified mess hiding in a corner. He was so traumatized that he tried to slit his own throat just to escape me. His sister was actively trying to assassinate me. To make matters worse, the system warned me that if I didn't heal these seven ticking time bombs, my soul would be erased. Yet the future timeline clearly showed that these men would eventually unite, burn my tribe to the ground, and dismember me alive. I was paying for a monster's sins. Every time I tried to show mercy, they thought it was a sick new torture method. Words were useless, and my very presence was a trigger. But I am a Tier-S operative, and I don't play the victim. I forced the system to unlock my powers and strapped on my tactical gear. "Stay here and don't starve." I left the trembling Merfolk behind and walked into the deadly primitive forest, heading straight for the powerful Oasis Tribe to take back his stolen scales by force.

Action LitRPG Mafia

8.0

His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Artist Returns

8.0

On our fifth anniversary, my husband slid a black velvet box across the table. Inside wasn't a diamond ring, but a fountain pen. "Sign the separation papers, Aurora," Ethan said. "Ilene is spiraling again. She needs to see we are over." I was the wife of the Mafia Underboss, yet I was being discarded for the Family Ward. Before I could answer, Ilene stormed into the restaurant. She shrieked that I was still wearing his ring and threw a bowl of boiling lobster bisque directly at my chest. As my skin blistered and peeled, Ethan didn't rush to me. He hugged her. "It's okay," he soothed the woman who had just assaulted me. "I've got you." The betrayal didn't stop there. When Ilene pushed me down the stairs days later, Ethan erased the security footage to protect her from the police. When I was kidnapped by his enemies, I called his emergency line—the one meant for life-or-death situations. He declined the call. He was too busy holding Ilene's hand to save his wife. That was the moment the chain broke. As the kidnapper's van sped onto the highway, I didn't wait for a rescue that would never come. I opened the door and jumped into the dark. Everyone thought Aurora Bruce died on that pavement. Two years later, Ethan stood outside a gallery in Paris, looking at the woman he had destroyed, finally realizing he had protected the wrong one.

Action Modern Romance

9.3

HIS UNWORTHY MATE

9.3

Jade knows what it feels like to have no one in her corner; she experienced it firsthand when her aunt sweet-talked her parents and took her to the Philippines' when she was eight. After years of abuse and being used, the only thing Jade wished for was an escape to finally go home and be with her family. All Jade wished for was to experience what it feels like to be loved once again and she got that when she finally escaped from her aunt and made her way back home to her pack and family in Detroit. Finding out that the Alpha Heir Hunter was her mate was the best thing to ever happen to Jade, and Hunter gave Jade a home, love, and became the safety and comfort Jade had always wished for. Two years of blissful union came to an abrupt end when Jade woke up in bed with her sister's boyfriend after a party. Her life goes from sweet to bitter in a matter of days as everyone Jade once loved turned their backs on her, refusing to believe them when she said she didn't cheat on her mate. How could she? Hunter was the love of her life. Jade goes from preparing to becoming the Luna of the Blackwood Pack, to being treated no less than a traitor. Hunter doesn't wait another heartbeat before rejecting her, and Jade is soon branded as a defective mate, banished to the woods as a rogue. How will Jade survive life as a pregnant rogue? The cursed brand on her neck makes it impossible for any pack to take her in. Will her mate come after her? Or will Jade find her strength somewhere else and come back to enact her revenge on the people who hurt her?

Action Romance Werewolf

Servant to the Mafia Lord

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