Until Death Gives In: He Was My Doom, and Still My Home

The daughter of the Winslow family and the mafia leader of the Yates Group were born as enemies, their families locked in a feud that spanned generations. And yet, somewhere in the clash of blades and pride, love took root. On the day they first met, Lucien Yates should have killed Mira Winslow. Instead, he shifted the aim of his gun and spared her-saving the proud, untouchable daughter of the Winslow family before him. She could have run after being saved. Instead, she chose to fall-straight into the depths of his gaze. For three years, they lived together in secret. Mira was the only light in his endless night. And for her, Lucien allowed himself a dangerous fantasy-a grand wedding in Silvera, where their love could finally break free from the chains of their families' hatred. At the height of their love, she was willing to abandon her family name for him. And he was willing to stand against the entire underworld for her. On his thirty-second birthday, Lucien saw it with his own eyes-Mira handing over a hundred-page document to the head of the Winslow family. Soon after, the Yates Group suffered a devastating blow. The pain tore through him, drowning everything else. He couldn't believe that the woman who had shared his nights... had betrayed him. Mira knew nothing. The moment she stepped outside, she was taken. Iron chains clamped around her ankles. Seawater flooded her throat. The executioner let out a cold laugh. "This is Lucien's order." Until her final breath, she believed it was the man she loved who had sentenced her to death.

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"A warrant?" Lucien sneered, "Do you really think you matter that much?"

He said nothing, yet two bodyguards immediately stepped out from the hallway with guns raised, their dark barrels aimed straight at Julian's forehead.

"Right now, I could kill you with a single shot," Lucien said as he stepped closer, his eyes cold, "and no one would come after me. This is Silvera, not a Northhaven police station."

Julian didn't move, he simply shifted to shield Mira completely behind him. "As long as I die here today, Interpol will freeze all your global assets tomorrow. Can you afford to take that risk?"

The air froze.

Lucien stared at the way Julian shielded Mira, a storm of fury surging in his chest.

"Fine." He suddenly smiled and ordered the guards behind him, "Don't hurt Mira, as for this man, shoot him…"

Before he finished speaking, Mira stepped forward and spread her arms to shield Julian, "No, Lucien, don't hurt him!"

Julian pulled her back behind him and said firmly, "Mira, stay behind me."

Their bodies pressed close together, as if bound by life and death.

The last trace of reason in Lucien's eyes snapped.

She was protecting him.

Using her life to protect another man.

"Pull her away!" he roared.

The bodyguards stepped forward and dragged Mira away.

She struggled desperately and cried out, "Julian, go, don't worry about me!"

Julian didn't move at all and met Lucien's gaze, "You can't cage her heart, she hates you."

Lucien burst into laughter, almost unhinged, "Then let her hate me. As long as she's alive under my watch, hatred is fine."

Lucien snatched the gun from a guard and aimed it directly at Julian's heart.

Mira suddenly broke free from the guards with unexpected strength and lunged at Lucien, her beautiful face streaked with tears.

"Lucien… I won't run anymore… I'll never run again, don't kill him, please don't kill him…"

Lucien's heart exploded with sharp pain the moment he heard her broken words.

He looked at Mira as she clung tightly to the arm holding the gun, as if terrified that Julian might be harmed in any way.

He remembered so many things.

He remembered Mira's bright smile from before.

He remembered the times he nearly died in gang conflicts, and how Mira had stood in front of him without regard for her own life.

He remembered their countless intimate moments, her shining eyes, and the words, "I want to marry you."

All of it was a lie.

Every bit of it.

Lucien suddenly seemed to lose all strength, his heart convulsing with pain as the urge to kill Mira consumed his thoughts.

But he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Lucien stared at Mira's tear-streaked face and said word by word, "If I see you have any contact with him again, I'll have him sunk into the sea."

The moment Mira heard the words "sunk into the sea," her blood seemed to freeze.

The world in front of her twisted instantly.

Dark seawater, a cold iron anchor, Selena's mocking smile…

She curled on the ground, trembling violently as tears streamed uncontrollably, "No… don't…"

A sharp pain struck Lucien's chest as he almost bent down to help her.

But the next second, he saw her tear-filled eyes turn toward Julian, as if seeking protection.

She was crying for him.

Hatred overwhelmed the fleeting concern.

Lucien ordered coldly, "Throw Julian out."

The guards dragged Julian away as he struggled and shouted back, "Mira, wait for me, I'll come back for you!"

Mira tried to speak, but Lucien hoisted her over his shoulder.

Lucien strode to the bedroom and threw her heavily onto the bed. He leaned over her, bracing his hands beside her head, his eyes bloodshot like a beast as he said, "Listen carefully, if I ever see you have any contact with him again, I'll throw him into the sea and feed him to the sharks."

Tears slid silently down Mira's face as she said, "Lucien… I hate you…"

There were countless cruel words in the world, yet none hurt as much as those three words, "I hate you," leaving Lucien on the verge of tears.

He suddenly stood up and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

In the hallway, he leaned against the wall and punched it hard, his knuckles beginning to bleed.

Outside, Selena stood in the darkness, almost consumed by jealousy, watching Lucien compromise for Mira again and again felt worse than death to her.

She had already turned Mira into a "traitor," yet Lucien still couldn't bring himself to kill her.

Selena let out a vicious smile and dialed the core members of the council, saying, "Mira must die."

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Elena’s life takes a dangerous turn when she is forced into a marriage with Dante, the ruthless leader of a powerful crime family. Bound to a man she fears, she must navigate a world of violence and betrayal where trust is a luxury. As their lives intertwine, the lines between hatred and desire begin to blur. Caught in a web of mafia politics and unexpected passion, Elena must decide if she can survive the dark love of a lethal don.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.6

Destiny Helper

9.6

Katriel, a young woman from Africa, never expected that joining a simple WhatsApp group would change her life. There she met Trez a kind and charismatic man from Turkey. Their bond grew quickly despite the miles between them, and what began as casual chats blossomed into a deep long-distance love. For a year, they nurtured their connection through messages, calls and shared dreams, until they finally met in person.The meeting confirmed what they already knew their feelings were real. They dated for four beautiful years, creating memories that felt stronger than the distance that once separated them. But life took an unexpected turn,Katriel faced with choices and circumstances beyond love alone, eventually married another man and later gave birth to a son. The decision left Trez heartbroken, yet his love for Katriel was not erased. Despite the pain of betrayal, he chose to remain in her life not as her partner but as a steadfast presence. He became a silent supporter, offering strength and understanding when she needed it most.Their story is one of bittersweet love: a reminder that sometimes the deepest connections don't end in marriage but in lifelong impact. Trez's devotion, even without a title, showed Katriel that true love can take many forms romantic, selfless and enduring.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.2

From Barren Wife To The Don's Queen

8.2

I was reviewing the laundering accounts when my husband asked for a hundred thousand dollars for the nanny. It took three seconds for me to realize the woman he was trying to pay off was wearing my missing vintage Chanel earrings. Damian looked me in the eye, using his best doctor's voice. "She is struggling, Ainsley. She has five boys to feed." When Casey walked in, she wasn't wearing a uniform. She was wearing my jewelry and looking at my husband with intimate familiarity. Instead of apologizing when I confronted them, Damian protected her. He looked at me with a mixture of pity and disgust. "She is a good mother," he sneered. "Something you wouldn't understand." He used the infertility I had spent millions trying to cure as a weapon against me. He didn't know that I had just received the investigator's file. The file that proved those five boys were his. The file that proved he had gotten a secret vasectomy six months before we started trying for a baby. He had let me endure years of painful procedures, hormones, and shame, all while funding his secret family with my father's money. I looked at the man I had shielded from the violence of my world so he could play god in a white coat. I didn't scream. I am a Pierce. We execute. I picked up my phone and dialed my enforcer. "I want him ruined. I want him to have nothing. I want him to wish he was dead."

Mafia Modern Romance

9.1

I Married My Ex-Fiancé's Dangerous Uncle

9.1

I stood at the altar in a fifty-thousand-dollar custom lace gown, waiting to marry the boy I had loved since I was five. But Silas didn't say "I do." He answered a phone call, turned pale, and bolted toward the exit as if the gates of hell had opened, leaving me to face five hundred of New York's most dangerous criminals alone. He left me for a waitress named Lola. The humiliation was suffocating. The elite of the Five Families looked at me with pity, a Genovese princess rejected for trash. When Silas finally returned, he didn't apologize. He showed up with hickeys on his neck, clinging to Lola, and had the audacity to suggest I become his mistress. He even demanded I hand over my dowry—millions in weapons and cash—so he could fund their lifestyle and "redecorate" with her. He thought I was still the innocent girl who would beg for his scraps. He didn't realize that in the moment he ran, a shadow had stepped forward to fill the void. Dante Moretti. The Don. Silas's uncle. The most feared man in the city looked at me with dark, predatory eyes and offered me a choice: be a victim, or be a Queen. "Since you are to marry a Moretti," Dante said, extending his scarred hand, "why not marry the head of the table?" I looked at the door where Silas had disappeared, then at the Reaper standing before me. "I do," I whispered. Silas thought he had ruined my life, but he only cleared the way for me to marry the monster who would burn the world down for me.

Action Mafia Romance

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

9.0

My Kidney For His Mistress: Never Again

9.0

I woke up from surgery with a jagged scar on my side and a missing kidney. My fiancé, Dante Moretti, the Capo of the Chicago Outfit, hadn't saved me from an illness. He had harvested me like spare parts to save his mistress, Sofia. "She pays the tithe," he had told the surgeon coldly while I was paralyzed by anesthesia. For ten years, I was his loyal shadow. I managed his legitimate empire, took bullets for him, and even aborted our child three years ago because Sofia threw a tantrum about bloodlines. I thought my absolute loyalty would eventually earn his love. But when the Cartel held us both over the edge of a bridge days later, Dante didn't choose me. He tackled Sofia to safety and watched as I fell backward into the freezing black river. He thought I drowned. Or worse, he assumed I was a dog that would eventually swim back to its master, no matter how hard he kicked it. He was wrong. I dragged myself out of that water, but the woman who loved him died in the depths. Seven days later, I didn't return to the Moretti penthouse. I walked straight into the headquarters of his mortal enemy, Enzo Falcone. "Do you still want to marry me?" I asked the man who wanted Dante’s head on a spike. Enzo didn't hesitate. "I will burn the city down before I let him touch you again." Now, Dante is crawling at my gates, paralyzed and ruined, holding a medical box containing my stolen kidney. But he forgot one thing: I don't want it back.

Mafia Modern Romance

Until Death Gives In: He Was My Doom, and Still My Home

Chapter 5

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