APKDock Logo
Chapters
share
Sinful Intentions( The Mafia lord second wife)  Novel Cover

Sinful Intentions( The Mafia lord second wife)

Kidnapped, beaten and locked up, Aurora Puro Pucasso, The daughter of General Puro Pucasso, has her life turned upside down. One moment she's on her bed, the next, she's forcefully taken by Vincenzo West, and made to act like his wife Brielle, and the mother to his psychotic child in exchange for her to live. What happens when every of Brielle's past comes to haunt her? Can she survive her new daughter's torment? What happen when the line between Reality and fiction start to blur between Aurora and Vincenzo.
Chapters
share

Chapter 2

Aurora stood up from the cold floor, her body aching all over, she nearly fell when she saw a picture hanging on the wall. She had to be seeing double. Maybe they had hit her head so hard when they carried her that she was now seeing things. Aurora touched her face not fully believing or understanding what she was seeing... The photograph she was looking at was of her, hmm, it wasn't. This person looks exactly like her the only difference was their eye color. Aurora had hazel blue eyes while the lady in the picture had very green eyeballs. Aurora ran out of the room looking for Salvatore. She ran through the hallways, passing door after door and slowly realising she was lost. One of the hallway has a picture of a strikingly handsome man. He would have looked better in the photo if only he was smiling. Under the picture was the name Vincenzo West Pecaminoso. Vincenzo, huh? He had to be the boss and master Salvatore kept talking about. Aurora walked away from the large portrait and continued her search for Salvatore, or even a way out of there. That was when she saw how disgusting and sinful the people who lived there and worked for the supposed 'master' were. Some of the gangsters were smoking as if their life depends on it, while some were having sex publicly. She could not even find her way out. Everywhere looked secured. Aurora kept walking and found what looks like a gym, or fighting ring. Some girls were exchanging punches and fighting mercilessly with bleeding nose. It was so gruesome, aurora could barely watch. As she turned her head, that was when she sighted Salvatore. He was tucked somewhere deep in the gym, aurora almost ran towards him, but she stopped, when she noticed a guy was on his knees in front of him, pleading for mercy while Salvatore had a gun pointed at his head. " You see, when a person commits a sin, only our master can forgive. But If the master says no, then who am I to think otherwise? Your sin is unforgivable." Salvatore muttered. Aurora didn't even know she was crying until she felt the tears leak from her eyes. She was in shock! Where in God's name had she been taken to? When she sighted the blood gushing from the man's head indicating that they had previously beaten him, Aurora ran towards them. She could not bear to see death. She could not bear to see another person suffer and bleed out like that. When she reached them, she went on her knees and began cleaning the man face with her dress. Salvatore hand freeze on the air as his eyes opened widely. "Shoot! Salvatore, what are you waiting for" a cold voice said from behind them. "Mas...master..." Salvatore tried to speak but he was push aside by the person with the voice. "Let him go or I shoot you" the cold voice echoed but Aurora hugged the bleeding man tighter. She didn't even turn to look at the owner of the voice, but she recognised it immediately. The voice of the figure on the large chair.... "It is God's duty to forgive, but my duty is to kill and destroy offenders and send them out of the earth so others would not get the misfortune of dealing with them again." He said coldly. With one final deep breath, he pulled the trigger , shooting just a few inches away from Aurora and the man. "I will not miss again...let go of the man or you'll die with him" he said, pointing the gun directly at Aurora's head, not minding if Aurora will loose her life. Just as he was about to shoot her, Salvatore yelled... "Master, that's the General's daughter, I brought to you, your wife's look-alike..." Instantly Aurora let go of the criminal and turned her back, her eyes met with the coldest eyes she had ever seen, what stopped her breath was the eyes belonged to the most handsome man ever. Their eyes locked and she lost her voice for a moment.

You may also like

Bitten By The Alpha Novel Cover
8.1
"Three things, Aria," he'd said, his voice rough like gravel scraping against metal. "Break any of them, and I won't just kill you... I'll make you wish I had." "First. You don't tell a soul." "Second. You stay close." "Third. You don't run." Aria has always been the outsider in her own home-a family of elite werewolf hunters where she never fit in. After a fateful full moon leaves her with a mysterious bite that refuses to kill her, she is thrust into a world she was raised to destroy. Her new boss, the formidable and dangerously attractive CEO Knox Grey, is the only one who knows her secret. He is an Alpha, a leader of wolves, and the very creature she should fear most. As a powerful attraction ignites between them and her own supernatural abilities begin to awaken, Aria uncovers a terrifying truth about her own lineage that blurs the lines between hunter and prey. Now, caught between the family she can't trust and the Alpha who claims she is his destined mate, Aria must navigate a dangerous web of secrets, power, and forbidden desire. Will her heart lead her to salvation, or will a shadowed legacy consume them both?
Claimed by three Alphas Novel Cover
8.7
Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead. A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety. The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize. Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure. "Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more. Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely. "Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans. Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever. Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper. Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership. Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page. DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU CAN'T STOP READING ALL 150 CHAPTERS ⚠️🔞‼️
Mockery Turned Majesty: Her Rise After Divorce Novel Cover
8.6
Rena hid her legendary medical talent to live quietly as a housewife, only to be mocked by her husband. "Rena, how could you compare to Elyse? She's a renowned surgeon. You're just a housewife who can't even hold a scalpel." His family scorned her background, unaware she had once been the youngest lead surgeon in the peacekeeping forces. Her mother once ruled the medical field, and her father-head of an old-money dynasty that stretched back generations. When humiliation pushed too far, she chose divorce and returned to her true world-where elites, tycoons, and even mafia families welcomed her back. At the medical summit, her ex finally realized the wife he scorned was a legend. By then, a powerful mafia don had already claimed her. "Rena, you belong to me. If I catch you looking at your ex-husband one more time, I'll make sure he vanishes from this world for good." He was a feared mafia kingpin, worshipped by all, and yet here he was, kneeling at her feet.
My Husband Sold Me to the Don Novel Cover
7.7
My husband, Hudson Higgins, used my dowry to buy his way into the Chicago underworld while his family treated me like a servant in my own home. I endured their insults for the sake of my five-year-old daughter, Josie. But then, the unthinkable happened. I found Josie's small, lifeless body by the garden fountain, while my sister-in-law Karly and mother-in-law Eleanor stood by, complaining about their party plans. "She was just too naughty," Karly sneered, adjusting her pearls over my dead child. When I turned to Hudson for help, he looked at me with dead eyes and told me it was just her fate. In that moment of absolute grief, I remembered the words of the ruthless Don Damien Falcone: "Your husband is a man who knows how to close a deal." The truth sliced through me like a blade. Hudson hadn't just ignored the Don's interest in me; he had actively sold me to the Devil of Chicago to buy his seat at the table. He let his family punish me for the very sin he committed. I had lost everything-my dignity, my mother, and now my baby-all sacrificed for a man who traded his wife's body for power. The sorrow in my chest evaporated, replaced by a scorching, blinding thirst for a blood vendetta. After lunging at Hudson and feeling the world explode into white, I opened my eyes to find myself back in the winter of 1928. It was the exact night the nightmare began, and Don Damien Falcone was walking toward me in his penthouse. This time, I won't be the broken bird in his gilded cage. If Hudson wants to use me to climb the ranks, I will use the Don's dark obsession to burn the Higgins family to the ground.
Reborn: The Mafia Captive Wife's Revenge Novel Cover
8.4
Eleven years ago, Damien Falcone pulled me from the freezing waters, and I thought I was marrying my savior. Instead, he orchestrated my absolute ruin by forging evidence to frame me for selling a vital mafia bootlegging route to the FBI. Under the guise of saving me from the family's brutal death sentence, he stripped away my future as his Mafia Queen. He dragged me to New York and locked me in a gilded penthouse cage. For eleven years, I rotted away as his secret prisoner until my failing body finally gave out. As I collapsed in the freezing New York snow, he caught me, his hands trembling as he held my dying body against his chest. "No, Fia, stay with me. I did it to keep you alive. I had to—" I didn't want to hear his monstrous lies anymore. I had given him all my love, and he repaid me with a tomb. Loving him was the only unforgivable sin I ever committed. "I pray... we never meet again." When the howling wind faded, I opened my eyes to the heavy stench of rust and lake water. I wasn't dead. I was back in the cramped cabin of a cargo freighter, exactly sixteen years old again. It was the very night my jealous cousin sent an assassin to carve up my face and void my marriage to the Falcone family. This time, I quietly gripped the heavy oak slat under my mattress.
Rising From Ash: The Mafia Queen Returns Novel Cover
9.2
To my husband, I was just a political bridge, a treaty with a heartbeat. While I sat alone in our cold estate, hiding the child growing inside me, Dante spent his days comforting his late brother's wife, Vanessa. He treated her like porcelain and me like furniture. The breaking point came the night I went into labor. Dante didn't hold my hand. He ran out of the clinic to comfort Vanessa over a fake emergency, leaving me and his unborn heir alone in the cold sterile room. So, I decided to give him exactly what he deserved: a ghost. I staged my death in the storm, leaving behind nothing but signed divorce papers and a tiny, mud-stained onesie. When Dante returned, he was told I died screaming his name. He spent months digging through the wreckage of the lighthouse with his bare hands, sobbing into the mud, finally realizing he had sacrificed his diamond for a stone. He discovered too late that I wasn't just a submissive wife—I was the secret daughter of Don Stefano, the most dangerous man in Europe. It took him three years to find me again. He fell to his knees at my feet, covered in grime, begging to meet his son. "I will fix this," he wept. "I will give you everything." I looked down at him from the steps of my private jet, flanked by my own army. "You can't fix what you broke, Dante," I said coldly. "If you ever come near my son again, I won't send a lawyer. I will send a war."