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

Chapter 7

Boom!!! The sound came Aurora fell down, panting, as the wall clock beside her shattered into pieces. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized the devil before her was not playing. She was shaking on the floor, her palms and feet cold and sweaty. If you don't want to act like Marisol mom, then you are choosing death, his voice came again and she felt her skin crawl with goosebumps. Aurora stared at him without saying a word before walking to the locker to pick up her hairpin, She took it and walk silently to the door. But Vincenzo was quicker, pushing her against the wall as he came over her. His face was inches from hers, his mint breath filling her nostril. "What...what do you want?" she stuttered, her eyes meeting his. His right hand caressed her cheek slowly, and she tried to look away, but he forced her gaze back to his. "Your eyeball is still blue. Why?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. Aurora glared in disgust. I can act like your Brielle but I will never change my eyeball to green, she said gritting her teeth. "You look so much like Brielle, he whispered"not giving a fuck about what she just muttered.. Sometimes, I feel you are Brielle, and you're pretending. The difference is just that... He caress her neck and his minty breath mix with cinnamon perfume filled her nostril more... Brielle is thicker and her cheek is rosier. You are too slim, he scoffed hitting her on the wall and shifting back, she glared at him. I might be slim," she snapped, "but I'm thick in the right places." He raised an eyebrow, with a naughty glint in his eye. "Like where?" he asked, his gaze roaming over her body, making her skin crawl again. Aurora's hands instinctively rose to cover herself. "Pervert!" she spat. "The deal is to be only Marisol's mom. You can't cross any boundaries."She glared emotionlessly. Vincenzo chuckled..... "And who told you I'm attracted to you?He smirk "I hate your dad, and my mission was to kill you when I found out, You are the General's weakness. But then I saw your picture, and you look a lot like Brielle...he muttered". "When I get Brielle back, I might even end your life." He whispered and flashed a taunting smirk before walking away, leaving Aurora in anger. Aurora bit her lower lip, trying to compose herself, I pray you never meet Brielle then, She muttered under her breath walking out of his room... "Brielle!" Aurora turned around, her eyes flashing with anger. "Who the fuck is Brielle?" she snapped glaring at Salvatore who was standing with Axe. She has been acting strange ever since she came back from Alan territory, Axe said before walking away. Fake! Sasha muttered as she walked pass them with another gangster. Aurora turned to leave, but Salvatore's voice stopped her again. "You'd better get used to being called Brielle, because that's who you are." Aurora spun around, her fists clenched. "I am not Brielle!" she shouted, but Salvatore just smiled and walked away, leaving her frustrated and helpless. *** Aurora p o v As I Stroll down the garden, I saw the empire's lake from a distance. "Aurora, face your fear," I whispered to myself, feeling drawn to the water. When I got closer, a sharp headache hit me. I groaned, holding my head as voices echoed in my mind. "Aurelia, don't leave me... Please don't leave me," a little girl cried definitely my younger self... I saw a blurry image of Aurelia, and the girl's face twisted in pain. "Aurelia!" I screamed, as I was carried on a huge man shoulder, before the little girl got to us, I was throwed into the ocean. Ahhhh! I screamed as I nearly fall into the lake in reality. I stumbled back, panting and sweating,Before I could catch myself, I hit something solid behind me. "Are you okay?" a voice asked. I turned around, but the face was unfamiliar. Brielle!!!! you're back," the stranger said, reaching for me. He tried to kiss me, but I pulled back, feeling scared. Brielle!!! Don't you dare, I yelled and he blinked so confuse... Brielle, why are you acting weird... we've had sex severally. Kissing is the least thing we have done. Who are you? And what the Fuck, are you talking about. I'm married to Vincenzo the last time, I check... I snapped. Brielle, why can't you remember me, I'm Ken, Vincenzo cousin... I left the house when I heard you died in Alan territory. I found out yesterday that you are back. Ken whispered. I can't recognize you, my head is spinning... I don't understand anything... I think I've lost my memories. I lied in shock. I can make you remember, Ken whispered touching my cheek as he brought his lips closer... I step backward quickly... Ken don't come closer until... i paused My memories, I bit my lower lips hard, comes back. I snapped before walking away. ** I held my chest when I realize the problem, i have falling into. Brielle was sleeping with her husband's cousin. The fuck! Being Vincenzo wife won't be easy at all... because his wife, is not so innocent, What other crime as she commit... she thought. *** Lady Brielle, time to introduce you to Marisol, Salvatore bowed and I frowned following him reluctantly. I knocked at Marisol door, no reply. I turned the handle and the door open, as I entered, Salvatore shut the door. Marisol, mommy is back, I whispered.... "Marisol!" I called out as I stepped into her scattered and untidy room. The curtain suddenly open, and Marisol came out, her hair dirty and tangled. Dark mascara was smeared under her eyes, and she smiled evilly holding a knife. I took a step backward, staring at the psychotic child before me. Mom, why are you taking a step back, Your daughter miss you... Marisol whispered playing with the knife in her hand. Drop that shit now, children don't play with knife, I yelled stepping backward with cold feet. Mom! come and hug me, why are you running away from me? You run away from me for two years and you are still running. Come to me mom, the little child whispered then laugh out loud, licking her lips.... But I step back with shaking legs and knees. My mom will never run away from me, she cried. One thing is certain she giggled wickedly... You are a fake mom. Marisol whispered with a dangerous smirk I ran to the door instantly and tried opening it but the door was already locked. Salvatore please open up, I screamed hitting the door as the little girl came closer. By the time, I turn around, Marisol was standing in front of me with the knife... before I could shout for help. Marisol stabbed the knife into my tummy with an hysteric laughter. I stared at my tummy in slow motion, is this a nightmare again, I asked myself...blood was gushing out of my tummy..... staining my dress. The little psycho in front of me pull the knife out of my tummy and i cried out with hot tears. Ahhh! I screamed the door opened instantly, I fell off backward onto a hard chest. Blacking out....

Continue to next part

"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 7

You may also like