Emilia Rossini, a stunning 22-year-old, is kidnapped by the ruthless Mafia don, Marco "The King" De Luca, as leverage to ensure her father's cooperation in a high-stakes business deal. As Emilia is held captive in Marco's lavish estate, she finds herself drawn to his charismatic and calculating nature. Despite the danger, she begins to see beyond Marco's ruthless exterior and glimpses a complex, vulnerable man. Marco, too, is captivated by Emilia's spirit and determination. As their relationship evolves, he starts to question his own morality and the legacy of his family's Mafia empire.
_Emilia's POV_
I stepped out of the coffee shop, sipping on a latte and checking my phone for any messages. It was a typical Wednesday morning, with the sun shining down on the bustling streets of New York City.
As I walked down the sidewalk, I noticed a black SUV parked by the curb. The tinted windows made it impossible to see inside, but something about the vehicle seemed out of place.
Suddenly, the door slid open, and two men in suits stepped out. They were big and imposing, with a menacing air about them.
"Emilia Rossini," one of them said, his voice firm and commanding. "You're coming with us."
I felt a surge of fear as I realized what was happening. I tried to run, but the men were too quick. They grabbed me, holding me in a tight grip as they dragged me towards the SUV.
I struggled and kicked, but it was no use. I was thrown into the vehicle, the door slamming shut behind me.
As the SUV sped away from the curb, I caught a glimpse of the coffee shop disappearing into the distance. I was trapped, with no idea where I was being taken or why.
The men in suits sat on either side of me, their faces expressionless. I tried to speak, but they just ignored me.
It wasn't until we reached the outskirts of the city that the SUV finally stopped. The door opened, and I was pulled out into the bright sunlight.
We were standing in front of a lavish estate, with manicured lawns and a sprawling mansion. I had no idea where I was or who owned this place.
But as I looked up at the mansion, I saw a figure standing on the balcony. He was tall and imposing, with piercing eyes that seemed to bore into my soul.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as our eyes met. I knew, in that moment, that I was in grave danger.
The figure on the balcony was Marco De Luca, the ruthless Mafia don. And I was his captive.
_Emilia's POV_
I was dragged towards the mansion, my feet stumbling on the gravel driveway. The men in suits held me firmly, their grip unyielding.
As we approached the entrance, the massive wooden doors swung open, revealing a grand foyer with a sweeping staircase. The interior was opulent, with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and lavish artwork adorning the walls.
I was pulled through the foyer, down a long corridor lined with doors. We stopped in front of a set of double doors, which swung open to reveal a spacious study.
Marco De Luca stood behind the desk, his eyes fixed intently on me. He was even more imposing up close, with a commanding presence that seemed to fill the room.
"Welcome, Emilia," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I'm glad you could join me."
I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat. Marco's gaze seemed to bore into my soul, making me feel vulnerable and exposed.
The men in suits released their grip on my arms, and I stumbled forward, my eyes fixed on Marco.
"What do you want from me?" I managed to stammer.
Marco smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, Emilia. You're going to be staying here with me for a while. Let's just say you're... insurance."
I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized the true nature of my captivity. I was a pawn in Marco's game, a means to an end.
But as I looked into his eyes, I saw something there that gave me pause. A flicker of curiosity, perhaps, or a glimmer of interest.
It was a small spark, but it was enough to make me wonder if there was more to Marco De Luca than met the eye.
Synopsis In the world of werewolves, Akira, a half-werewolf, half-witch, and half-fairy hybrid, is forced into an arranged marriage with Kai, the future alpha of Ravenwood pack. Despite their union, Kai's heart belongs to another, Luna, his true mate. When Kai mistakenly sleeps with Akira, thinking she's Luna, Akira becomes pregnant. Seeking a fresh start, Akira leaves the pack in England and begins anew on another continent. As she prepares for motherhood, she must navigate her complicated past, protect her child from those who might exploit their abilities, and uncover the secrets of her hybrid heritage. Will Akira find happiness and fulfillment, or will the shadows of her past threaten to destroy her future?
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
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When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
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