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.

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Chapter 5

VINCENZO'S POV Vincenzo still could not believe she would spit on him, in front of his disciples. As intriguing as she was, he had to admit, she was a character... he will never have that patience for a pampered general's daughter to throw her tantrums around him. He had things to do, a mission to deliver. "Boss" Salvatore said as he walked into Vincenzo's private quarters and bowed looking disheveled. "Tell Aurora to go to Marisol, that kid needs to see her mother." "Boss! That's why I'm here, boss. Aurora... aurora has escaped." Salvatore's voice cracked as he spoke. "Escaped? What do you mean she escaped? What about the guards?" "She used lady Brielle's identity to leave, boss. They could not stop her." Salvatore said, obviously scared for his life. Vincenzo saw red. Escaped? Escaped?!!! Spitting on him was not enough? Now she was blatantly testing his patience. Vincenzo threw his half smoked cigarette on Salvatore, standing up from his throne.... He walked straight down to meet him, only to kick Salvatore's leg backward, causing him to stumble and fall. Salvatore swore out loud, holding his sheen in pain. "I apologise, Boss. I promise to find her" he stood up about to leave... "Find her? Do you think General Puro Puccasso is a joke to you? If she gets to her father before you... it will be war. I'll lose my daughter's mother for the second time, and our identity will be revealed to the General." Vincenzo yelled as his eyes blazed with a fierce intensity. "You know how the general hates the Mafias. General Puro Puccasso has killed hundreds of Mafia men and crumbled businesses. And you sent his daughter back to him through your carelessness?" Vincenzo inhaled deeply. "Its a pity none of you are his match. None of you are at his level. And if you do not find her and bring her back to me, none of you will live long enough to ever be" *************************************************** AURORA'S POV Aurora's breath came in ragged gasps, as she ran through the dark streets, her heart pounding in her chest... "Dad, please rescue me! Somebody... help..." she cried out, her voice lost in the night. Just as she thought she'd found freedom, a car screeched around the corner, its headlights illuminating her like a spotlight. Aurora's heart sank as she recognized the car...the devil's car. He had found her, and if he caught her, he would take her back to that hell hole. She took off running again, intense fear consuming her totally, but she twisted her ankle in her haste and fell. The car door swung open, and Vincenzo stepped out, his eyes blazing with anger. Aurora's heart skipped a beat as he strode towards her, his movements was swift, but calculated. Like he was haunting her. She tried to move backward, but he was too fast. He grabbed her by her hair, his fingers closing around it like a vice, and pulled her to her feet. Their eyes locked and she could feel his spitting fire. He threw her towards his cars direction roughly, and Aurora on her sprained ankle could barely hold her body up. She slammed her forehead with so much force on the rear end of the car. Vincenzo did not even blink at her bleeding forehead. Instead, he opened his car boot, threw her inside it and slammed it shut! Aurora struggled to escape from the dark claustrophobic boot, but the car only speed off. He was going to kill her. This was it, she thought, he was definitely going to kill her. The car boot opened and he pulled her out by her hair. The guards only blinked in confusion as he forcefully brought her in. "You bastard! Let me go!" Aurora yelled, but he paid her no attention as he dragged her all the way to the dungeon and he threw her in. "Pull off that dress you're wearing....Vincenzo instructed. She shook her head reluctantly but he pulled off his belt, staring down at her. From the side of her bloody vision, Aurora could see when Salvatore walked into the dungeon with a pair of handcuffs. "Handcuff her" Vincenzo yelled and her hands were immediately handcuffed and locked to the dungeon iron bars. Vincenzo zipped down her dress exposing her white flawless back while she kicked and screamed. "You have ridiculed me enough, little girl. You have spat on me, insulted me, disobeyed me... in all my 26 years on earth, I've never been treated like such a joke. You tried escaping from me after slapping me, You have to pay for your sins, Vincenzo doesn't forgive... Aurora began to quake and shake. What was he going to do to her? Kill her? Lock her up here till she rotten and die? "...I will only play with you a little, nothing much." Vincenzo muttered taking a cigarette out of his pocket and smoking hard. He drop the remaining cigarette on the tray and instructed Salvatore to leave with just a wave of his hand. 'My dad will find me here, and I promise you won't be spared... I refuse to be your daugh..." Before she could finish her statement, the belt landed on her back. Aurora arched her back, groaning in pain. 'Black, is the code... once you've made up your mind to be my daughter's mother, say it and then the play will be over." "Never!" Aurora yelled, and the belt hit her back for the second time. By the third whip, he turned the belt so that he was hitting her with the iron buckle of the belt. Aurora's back tore and bled while she yelled, cursed and cried. She groaned till her cries echoed over the walls of the dungeon. The strokes continued...3,4,5,6... Aurora's rosary dangled on her neck as the lashes continued to land on her back. She felt helpless, her eyes rolled back in pain. At that moment she felt her mom calling her to the land of the dead. Leaving her dad will be the most difficult thing to do since her existence. Her dad has always been her hero, the reason for her existence and she could not die, leaving him behind because of this devil who will rot in hell for sure. By the time the sixteenth stroke landed on her back. She found herself yelling. "Black! Black!! Black!!! Stop!!! Please...please stop. Black!!!" She shouted. "I will be your daughter's mother and your new wife" she cried out. Vincenso smirked dangerously... "From today, I own you, You belong to me...You will only act like my puppet, you will listen to my instructions. You will obey my rules" He walked to her direction and dragged the rosary from her neck, cutting it and then throwing it on the ground beside her. "No!" Aurora cried "Please don't do this, stop!!" She cried out, but her tears and wailing did nothing to him. It still wasn't enough as he pulled out a diamond necklace from his pocket with a bullet shaped pendant and wore it around her neck. "You've made a deal with the devil" he whispered into her ear. "...and failing to keep that promise will be your doom. Your life is mine...." He whispered removing the handcuffs from her wrists, leaving her limp body to fall. Stressed and in so much pain, Aurora blacked out....

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"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?

Mafia Modern Werewolf

8.7

Claimed by three Alphas

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 ⚠️🔞‼️

Action Horror LGBT+Mafia

8.6

Mockery Turned Majesty: Her Rise After Divorce

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.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.7

My Husband Sold Me to the Don

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.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.4

Reborn: The Mafia Captive Wife's Revenge

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.

Action Mafia Modern

9.2

Rising From Ash: The Mafia Queen Returns

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."

Mafia Modern Romance

Sinful Intentions( The Mafia lord second wife)

Chapter 5

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