She's brutal, but she's sweet. He is insane, but he is so smitten with her. After all the struggles, can the mafias fall in love?
She's brutal, but she's sweet. He is insane, but he is so smitten with her. After all the struggles, can the mafias fall in love?
In point of fact, Six Flags was a great deal of fun, but that drop ride stripped me down to only my underwear. I will not tell a fib; I have a fear of heights, yet it is not my fault that I have this fear. After discovering that I had a phobia of the dark, Damian and Zeke coerced me into jumping out of an airplane.
Since then, there has been roughly a week's worth of time, but even during that week, we have received threats from the Italians and lots of them. As soon as they saw the body of Jonathan, they became enraged and began to issue threats.
Since we already had the first two, we have already begun making preparations for the future, which is preferable for us. My dad jumped right in to see what we could do about it, and he's been a big help all along the way. It is simple, but only sometimes; yet, he makes it simpler to do the task in a short amount of time.
"What are you planning to do or have ideas for?" I inquired with my dad. "Well, for a fact, I know there'll be a war between us and the Italians, but only a certain amount is willing to fight us off, which, in all honesty, is weird, but the less, the better."
"When will we go, or when will they come?"
"I sent a message to go see when they'd come, and he would phone me or give me a text message to let me know when they arrived. However, there are still several days until the actual assault, and we are ready for it.
"Right, and Christiano?"
Your brother does not have any input into this matter. It is to continue in that manner." I give him a brief smile and nod before turning around to head out the door. Additionally, Franceska. She is completely unaware of what it is that we do, let alone the assault that is going to take place.
"Tell Bora that she wants him to spend around three days traveling with her somewhere. When she returns after the three days have passed, she will find that everything has returned to its usual state. Make sure that nobody tells her about it. Her father has been quite explicit that he will be the one to tell her what he does and who he is, but until that time comes, she remains in the dark about both of these things. I give a final nod and then leave.
As I make my way upstairs, the first door I knock on is the door to Bora's room. I have no choice but to let her know the plan since I am certain that she will want to come, and even if I tell her categorically not to go, she will be defiant enough to go anyhow.
"What?" She went ahead and opened the door. Her appearance was one of exhaustion and weariness. "Hello to you, too."
"Okay. What are you looking for?" I followed her into the building as she went inside. "You know how we have been getting threats?"
"Yes."
"We are all going to participate besides you."
"The fuck I am," you said. What gives you reason to believe that I won't go and kill them all? It's imperative that I show up, Connor.
"I know, but it's not my choice; it's my dad's."Since Franceska is in the dark about this, he has asked you to ensure that she remains in the dark until her father breaks the news to her.
"What do you mean?"
"Franceska's dad is the Don of the German Mafia, but Franceska doesn't know that, so my dad wants to make sure she doesn't know until her dad tells her."
"And this explains why she left for Germany at seven in the morning." It makes complete sense, but it's alright. I'll just stay away from her. Where are we, then?"
"Another one of our vacation houses is located on the outskirts of the city. You'll be there for three days, but in the meantime, tell her that I've given you both permission to hang around at home for the next three days and do whatever you choose.
"Okay, when are we leaving?"
"I'll let you know when we find out when they'll come and attack."
"Alright, do I go tell her right now or what?"
"If you want, just make sure not to make it suspicious." She gazed at her hands and began to pick at her fingernails as she regarded them.
"What's wrong?"
"Not even that. It's just that I don't want her to know about it. Even though I am aware that her father will inform her, she is still my closest friend.
"Pumpkin, I know, but it's for now until they tell her."
"Fine, I'm going to go tell her." I gave a small nod, and then we both exited the room.
If telling her a lie was the only way to ensure that she was safe from whatever it was, then I had no choice but to do so. Because she is my closest friend, I felt terrible when I had to lie to her.
However, I am obligated to tell her. I have also been making an effort, for the purpose of my own well-being, to avoid looking at Connor, and as a result, I have not been sleeping. I recently had a nightmare, and to tell you the truth, when I used to get them, they would wear me down to the point where I wouldn't eat, but I'm going to act like I'm perfectly well even if I'm not. I finally reached her room and rapped on the door before entering.
"Hey, what happened?"
"Nothing; I need to tell you something."
"Good or bad?"
"Good." She nods, then quickly pushes the door open completely. As soon as I get inside, I make my way to her bedroom. "So, what do you want to talk about?"
"Want to have a girls' day for like three days?"
"Yes! When and where will it be?"
"Well, I haven't figured out what day, but we'll have a sunny day, and Connor is letting me stay at one of these houses he has, and we can stay there and party just me and you."
"Just us?"
"Yes."
"What made you want to have that day?"
Oh, to hell with me. I prayed that she wouldn't ask me what had prompted the sudden desire to take that so-called girl's day off. So, I was prepared for her question. I'm sorry, but I can't offer an explanation for that particular aspect of the situation.
"There is no explanation; I suddenly had the thought right before the deadline. But hey, if Connor lets me use the house, I'll take that as an opportunity to party till the wee hours of the morning and drink all night."
"This is why I love you."
"Okay. I'll send you a text when I have some free time. I get from her bed and walk out the door once she gives me the okay. As I make my way downstairs, I make my way into the kitchen, where I find my brother.
"Hi."
"What's up?"
"I have a query. When is your mother going to get here?"
"In fourteen days with your father. You are aware that you are required to tell them. I let out a sigh as I made my way towards the chair.
What if I don't feel like doing it? Already, my mother is concerned about me. Now, just think what I'm going to say to her."
"I know, but would you rather live with the guilt of not telling them or tell them and have them support you?"
"Fine. I despise it when you prove to be correct. After he left, I looked up and saw Connor enter into the room. "I've been thinking, you know."
"Wow, you think?"
"Extremely amusing, but on a serious note, when exactly will you divulge everything that Jonathan said? From the guys of the Brazilian mafia."
"Do you really want to know?"
"Wait, before anything, you know I still don't forgive you for what you did."
"You're right. Believe me, I am aware that it takes some time to think of something but believe me when I say that the wait will be well worth it.
"So I-" "I still want to know."
"Are you sure?" He exhibited both a nod and a sigh. I reach out and take his hand as we go up the stairs together in the direction of my room since he is the first person I'm going to tell this to.
Because I can put my full faith in him, he is the very first person to whom I have felt no hesitation in disclosing this circumstance. We made it to my room, and once we were there, I opened the door and locked it behind us. I pulled him to my room and made him sit on my bed.
"Okay. Permit me to share the story behind it. Don't make any sounds or utter any words. It is shocking to see how different the two are, yet there is no mistaking who is who. This is one of the reasons why I despise my father, so I hope you enjoy it. I smiled in a mocking manner.
She is someone's secret crush. Someone's dearly beloved. Can a puppy crush turn into something more?
A monster in disguise, someone who lives under your bed. Can you hide from the hunk forever?
Losing the Alpha’s Sanity Cahlia is the epitome of beauty. Smart and beauty all in one. But when she met her alpha everything changed. Can she love him even though he is starting to lose his sanity towards her?
After the disastrous rivalries of different families, they are striving and fighting for their rights. Not knowing the struggles and more enemies they will face, inner family wars will occur. Can Lucy still win over their hearts?
Nicole had entered marriage with Walter, a man who never returned her feelings, bound to him through an arrangement made by their families rather than by choice. Even so, she had held onto the quiet belief that time might soften his heart and that one day he would learn to love her. However, that day never came. Instead, he treated her with constant contempt, tearing her down with cruel words and dismissing her as fat and manipulative whenever it suited him. After two years of a cold and distant marriage, Walter demanded a divorce, delivering his decision in the most degrading manner he could manage. Stripped of her dignity and exhausted by the humiliation, Nicole agreed to her friend Brenda's plan to make him see what he had lost. The idea was simple but daring. She would use another man to prove that the woman Walter had mocked and insulted could still be desired by someone else. All they had to do was hire a gigolo. Patrick had endured one romantic disappointment after another. Every woman he had been involved with had been drawn not to him, but to his wealth. As one of the heirs to a powerful and influential family, he had long accepted that this pattern was almost unavoidable. What Patrick wanted was far more difficult to find. He longed to fall in love with a woman who cared for him as a person, not for the name he carried or the fortune attached to it. One night, while he was at a bar, an attractive stranger approached him. Because of his appearance and composed demeanor, she mistook him for a gigolo. She made an unconventional proposal, one that immediately caught his interest and proved impossible for him to refuse.
Arabella, a state-trained prodigy, won freedom after seven brutal years. Back home, she found her aunt basking in her late parents' mansion while her twin sister scrounged for scraps. Fury ignited her genius. She gutted the aunt's business overnight and enrolled in her sister's school, crushing the bullies. When cynics sneered at her "plain background," a prestigious family claimed her and the national lab hailed her. Reporters swarmed, influencers swooned, and jealous rivals watched their fortunes crumble. Even Asher-the rumored ruthless magnate-softened, murmuring, "Fixed your mess-now be mine."
My marriage to Joshua Caldwell was a prison sentence. I was a Hartman trophy, sold to the powerful family who had destroyed mine. Then I discovered he was cheating. His mistress was pregnant with the child he denied me, and he was stealing my secret song lyrics to build her career. When I confronted him, he called me a spineless liability and threatened to destroy what was left of my family. To make matters worse, a one-night stand with a stranger turned out to be with my husband's brother, Anthony Caldwell-the Don of the city. He knew all of Joshua's secrets and used them to trap me in a twisted game, seeing me as nothing more than an asset. They both thought I was a broken doll they could control. I wrote a song for his mistress, a beautiful execution with a single, impossible note I knew would destroy her voice. She sang it, and now her career is over. Now the Don has summoned me to Chicago, not knowing the woman he thinks is his asset is the one who just burned his brother's world to the ground.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.
Sunlit hours found their affection glimmering, while moonlit nights ignited reckless desire. But when Brandon learned his beloved might last only half a year, he coolly handed Millie divorce papers, murmuring, "This is all for appearances; we'll get married again once she's calmed down." Millie, spine straight and cheeks dry, felt her pulse go hollow. The sham split grew permanent; she quietly ended their unborn child and stepped into a new beginning. Brandon unraveled, his car tearing down the street, unwilling to let go of the woman he'd discarded, pleading for her to look back just once.
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