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Reina Carlo moved like a shadow through the quiet streets, her hand brushing against the cold steel of the knife strapped to her thigh. She wasn't just on a mission; this was personal. She didn't remember the face of her mother or the warmth of a father's embrace. All she remembered was the Stingers-their discipline, their ruthless training, their unspoken code. They'd taken her in, raised her, and molded her into a weapon. To her, they were the closest thing to a family. And family was everything. But one man had dared to strip away her last shred of innocence. He thought he could take from her and vanish into the shadows, but Reina was the shadows now. The Stingers had taught her many things: patience, precision, how to read a man's fear before delivering the final blow. Tonight, she would use every lesson, every scar they'd given her. Her grip tightened. She whispered his name under her breath, a curse and a promise all in one. By sunrise someday, he wouldn't just pay. He'd be erased. Every kill left a mark on her soul, though she pretended not to feel it. Reina told herself it was a fair trade: the world got rid of another monster, and she earned enough to survive another day. She didn't care for redemption or forgiveness-those things belonged to someone who hadn't been shattered like glass. She was just a tool now, a blade for hire, slicing through the darkness one job at a time. But the nightmares never stopped. Faces she didn't recognize, voices she couldn't place, fragments of a life stolen from her. They whispered of a family-a real one, somewhere out there. She tried to bury the thought, but it clawed its way back into her mind, gnawing at her when she was most vulnerable. If they were alive, why hadn't they come for her? Had they abandoned her, or did they think she was already dead? Reina let herself believe they didn't matter anymore. She had the Stingers, and she had herself. That was enough. Or so she told herself every time she cleaned blood from her hands and tried to sleep. But deep down, she knew the truth: forgetting them wasn't the same as letting them go. --- Reina Carlo didn't believe in love, not anymore. But power? Power was something she could trust. It could bend the world to her will and, maybe, help her piece together the broken fragments of her life. Marco Alessandro was everything she needed-and everything she despised. A man of unshakable control, feared and respected by everyone who spoke his name. His empire was built on ruthlessness, yet there was something magnetic about him, a quiet storm beneath the surface that drew her in. The contract between them was clear: a marriage of convenience. She would stand by his side, adding to his power, while he gave her access to the resources she needed to carry out her revenge and find the family she thought she'd lost. But nothing about Marco was simple. He saw through her sharp edges and deflections, pushing past her defenses in ways no one else had dared. Reina told herself it was a game, part of the plan, yet each shared glance and unspoken moment felt dangerously real. Would love complicate her mission, or would it become her greatest weapon? And when the time came to choose-between vengeance, her newfound family, and the remnants of her past-would she risk losing everything? The line between ally and adversary was razor-thin, and in this deadly game of power and loyalty, only one thing was certain: Reina Carlo never played to lose.

"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.

Emilia's world is crumbling-her brother is in desperate need of a kidney transplant, and she's sold everything to keep him alive. She's on the verge of loosing it all when something unexpected happens at the hospital. Mistaken for the mother of a mafia lord's daughter, Emilia's life does a 180 turn.. Alaric Castillo, cold and commanding, demanded she became his daughter's nanny, and she agreed-on one condition. He'll pay for her brother's surgery. A tight bond forms between Emilia and the child. But the more time she spends with Alaric, the more she discovers a side of him that's buried beneath layers of control and power. What started as a reluctant partnership soon became something deeper, but in a world ruled by secrets and enemies, love is a dangerous game. Caught between her past, her present with Alaric, and the deadly feud that is trying to ruin them all, Emilia must decide-will she fight for her heart or walk away from the only family she's ever known?

No one who dared to mess with him lived to tell the tale. Angelo Fabian. Lord of the Underworld and the most dangerous Mafia Lord in the country. But somehow my father did. What's worse when I was offered to him as his plaything, his sexual toy, an experiment to fulfill all his sexual urges. I never knew my life could turn out to be more than the shit show it already was Angelo: In my world, traitors and snitches are a deadly sin. Unforgivable except through death. Until I met her, she was a perfect collateral for my stolen money and I plan to keep her, especially because she was proof that I can still perform and get aroused as a man.

Selina Jafarova was left to fend for herself after growing up with an abusive stepfather and a careless mother. Selina had to flee or be "taken care of" by her deranged stepfather, Paul after her mother passed away from a heroin overdose when she was sixteen. In the hopes of being free and able to have a regular life, she packed her luggage and ran away after having that notion. She was mistaken. Selina has worked as a maid from house to house for nearly four years. Being an 'item' was all she had ever really known, having been bought and sold by a variety of people, some sane and others insane. She is once again placed on the market to be purchased when her most recent owner decides to part with her. She had no idea that one of the world's most deadly men would be the next to purchase her. Sebastian Riccardo was the head of the Italian Mafia. Despite his divine appearance, he was menacing, domineering, controlling, and authoritative, and he got what he wanted. He was everything Selina was not. He wants Selina when she catches his eye during the bidding, and she gets what Sebastian wants. With her history haunting her thoughts constantly, will Selina be able to handle Sebastian's strong life, or will she decide to leave? Ultimately, she appears to be a maid. WARNING: This book contains a lot of strong language, mature content, and contents that may be triggering or upsetting to some readers. Read in discretion.

"I hate you." she whispered, as her voice trembled with anger and desire. "I know Clara but your body doesn't." he replied, his eyes gleaming with intensity. "Shut up and just leave from here!!!!!." she growled as her hand pressed against his chest. "why does your lips say one thing but your eyes say another??" he asked, his mouth inches from hers. He moved closer to her as they felt the warmness of their bodies. "After everything you put me through, you have the audacity to come here??? you are a fucking monster Arsenio!!" she breathed. "And you are mine." he said as he crashed his lips to hers. Their hate filled words were lost in the passion of their kiss and their bodies entangled in an angry embrace, a clash of love and hate, desire and repulsion. "I hate you Arsenio." she repeated as her voice muffled by his lips. "I Know but I love you and I am here to get you back." Clara Nivera, a beautiful, young and timid woman who is forced to live with her step Father and his family, gets maltreated by them but escapes one day after finding out about a ploy to kill her. The night of her escape, after withnessing a murder, she finds herself entangled in the dangerous world of the mafia when she forcefully becomes the mistress of the powerful and ruthless Arsenio Robert. As she becomes deeper embroiled into Arsenio's life, she falls in love with him but learns the dark secrets of his criminal empire and the truth behind her own troubled past. After a misunderstanding leads Clara to finds solace in the arms of another, the question is, who will she finally settle for?? and what lies in her past??.

Aleara Davis's peaceful life was destroyed when she had to replace Amanda Davis - her half-sister - to marry the ruthless mafia boss - Jayden Morgerston. From a good girl, Aleara suddenly had to become a bad girl in Jayden's eyes to have money to treat her mother's illness. But Jayden's hatred for the Davis family was something Aleara could not repay. She had to endure living under someone else's identity. Facing revenge that she should not have endured, trying to live just for a promise. But in the end, what Aleara got was a body full of wounds both physically and mentally. Unveiling the truth about Jayden and Amanda's hatred, exposing the hidden things about their origins, Aleara gradually transformed and changed... Jayden won in this marriage chess game but did not feel happy. "Jayden, I hope that in the future, if you think back to this moment today, you won't feel regret. Because even if you do regret it. I will never forgive you."

Ellie's life changes when she goes on vacation and stumbles on a drug deal that she's not supposed to see. She finds herself kidnapped and and smuggled across the border to Mexico. Her life is now in the hands of Tristan Russo a handsome and powerful cartel leader. Tristan promises to not kill her as long as she agrees to obey him, from the moment he lays eyes on her Tristan is drawn to Ellie and after he gets a taste of her he wants more and Tristan always gets what he wants.

Thinking she had finally broken free from her family's violence, Ariana has no choice but to attend the party her father had thrown for the man she has always hated. The ruthless mafia lord Matteo Donatelli, whom her family had taken under their wing when she was a teenager. Drunk and clouded by his new power, Don Matteo Donatelli unknowingly made love to his adopted sister. Moments later Ariana is Trying to hold back all the anger, emotions and tears when she sees the man who just stole her virginity, recklessly propose in front of the entire family to his outsider American girlfriend Becky Saunders. unexpectedly she slumps on her wedding day! But things take a surprising turn! Read on to find out!

He was dubbed the Devil's incarnate because of his fierce persona. After all, he was the feared, ruthless American Russian mafia Don Vladivostok Konstantin Kostya. Love wasn't meant for him, he had his demons until he met her. She was never enough, she was the thorn amid beautiful roses. Everything she wanted and had was taken away from her and she was ok with that, having only a boyfriend who loved her but soon that too was taken away. After she had just returned from a date with her boyfriend Zeus, she got the news. "Get ready Margaret. You'll be getting married tomorrow." Those were her father's words, he said them with coldness evident in his voice, no sign of compassion in his eyes. The moment she heard those words her world crumbled, and her heart ached as she felt her breath get stuck in her throat. And when she found out the identity of her soon-to-be husband she thought it was the end of her. Never did she think it would happen but she fell for him, the man she was supposed to hate!

"Alexander, this isn't right," Valentina whispered, her voice shaky as his hand traced the line of her jaw. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "It doesn't matter what's right," he said, his voice low and commanding. "It matters what's mine." Her breath caught as his fingers slid to the back of her neck. "And you think I'm yours?" "I don't think, Valentina," he murmured, a dark smile curving his lips. "I know." --- Valentina never expected her life to take such a dangerous turn. After her husband demands a divorce to marry his mistress, she finds herself entangled with Alexander-a powerful mafia Don whose reputation is as lethal as the man himself. Alexander doesn't just want Valentina; he needs her. When he discovers she's the daughter of Nico Vance, the man responsible for the tragedy that destroyed his family, his rage burns hotter. But instead of killing her, Alexander makes a chilling decision: Valentina will become his late wife, down to the last detail. Caught between desire and danger, Valentina must decide if she'll run from Alexander's dark world-or step willingly into it. Because once she does, there's no turning back.