Valentina Romero's only goal was survival - until she unleashed the wrath of a mafia king. Now a prisoner in Matteo Russo's dangerous world, this defiant beauty must decide: submit to his demands or fight for her freedom at all costs. But when she uncovers the scars beneath Matteo's hard exterior, Valentina realizes her heart may be the price of his revenge...and her own salvation. Caught between love and duty, Matteo faces an impossible choice when a shocking betrayal threatens them both. In a world where power is everything, can love prevail? Or will Valentina become one more casualty of Matteo's dark obsession?
Valentina's Pov
"Beautiful, dangerous, innocent. That's exactly what I want." His tone lowered like stone dipped in water. His voice wrapped around me like a cloak.
He wrapped a hand around my neck before yanking me closer to him. His hot breath sent thrills through my body.
His grip got tighter as the string I was wearing was doing very little to cover me up.
My chest heaved and I knew he liked it.
"She's one of our best strippers boss. You can have her for as long as you want. My hand tried to release the grip he had on his neck.
He looked down, with a very dangerous smirk on his face. I shrunk under his gaze.
"I...I have to perform soon. I'm...I'm next..." I stuttered while he leaned in closer.
"Oh no sweetheart, you're serving me tonight." I yelped when he lifted me so I was hung over his shoulder.
"Mr Russo." I struggled against him. "Please let me go. If you don't I might lose my job." I complained. I heard a loud smack that stilled me. "You just..."
"Behave." He warned. Then we entered a room with him staring at me with hungry eyes.
"Mr. Russo, I signed a no sexual agreement. I believe it's against the rules to sleep with me." I said, but he took both my hands and placed them above my head before he leaned in closer.
"And your father, signed a marriage contract for you." He said causing my eyes t widen.
"He would never." I growled.
"Don't you dare growl at me." His tone lowered to a forboding one. "If you want to know the truth, you can ask him."
"How do you know my father?" I asked while he chuckled, the sound of it so pleasing to me.
He caressed my thighs. "I know so many things about you." He leaned closer before whispering. "Valentina Alexia Baldini, daughter of Giovanni Ricco Baldini, age nineteen, school attendance history, drop out. Your father knows you're a stripper and wants you married so you can stop."
"Are you stalking me?" I asked with annoyance.
"I'll advise you don't give me that look. I'm not a very kind man sweetheart." I said.
"Tell my father that he can fuck off with the stupid contract. I never asked for marriage!" I screamed.
He chuckled humorlessly. "You speak as though he don't know the type of world you live in." His grip on my hand tightened. "And I'm getting impatient here." He said and while I wanted to break away from him, I realized that was a terrible idea because I had a terrible pain shoot up my arm."
"Fuck." I cussed out of pain.
"Look at me." He stated but I was too occupied with getting away from him. Then he pressed me against the bed so I could feel every inch of him. My eyes widened. "Your escape plan is making it worse." He growled out obviously struggling to old himself.
"Please... please let me go." I said,hoping my features looked pleading enough. His eyes lingered on mine for a moment to long , before he straightened.
"Strip." He said causing my eyes to widen.
"What?"
"Don't make me repeat myself." He growled.
I was barely clothed already but I was hesitant. I was usually so confident in front of men but today I felt different.
"I won't hesitate to do it for you." He stated impatiently. Hesitantly, I took of my g-string, before taking off the strings attached to my chest. It barely covered it anyway.
He closed the gap between us, before gripping my ass and giving it a squeeze. He looked down at me while making sure I felt his manhood.
My cheeks flushed as heat crept to my face.
"For someone who's a stripper, you don't seem to have had a lot of experiences with men." He said before leaning down and whispering. "I like that, cause you're my whore."
"I don't belong to you." I blurted trying to shield my fear. "I belong to know one." He gripped my neck.
"Let me tell you this so you can keep it in your stubborn head. I own this place, just as much as I own every single woman working under me." He stated.
"W...why did you not go for another woman? Why me?" I stuttered.
"You see Sabrina," He moved closer to me, causing me to lean backwards. "I know what I want, and I go, for what I want." His
My chest heaved, causing his eyes to lower. He smirked when he noticed how affected I was.
He traced his thumb down my face, his piercing eyes boring into mine like they were boring into my soul.
"Didn't you act like you didn't want me seconds ago? Care to explain why you're so responsive then?" He said.
"You aren't helping so much either." I retorted and saw his lip twirl upwards.
"Smart mouth there I see." He stated.
He was doing too much, teasing me this way.
"Still won't say anything?" He questioned.
"Mr. Russo." I
"So now you know my name." His voice sent thrills down my spine. It was so heavy and smooth.
"Mr. Russo you're not even supposed to be here. This is wrong."
"As wrong as your boyfriend cheating with your step sister?"
My eyes widened.
"What do you mean by..."
"Shh, don't act like you're all that innocent, you're a stripper." He reminded me, as he stroked me with his fingers. My jaw dropped out of pleasure.
"I've never given myself out to any man and he knows that." I managed to say even though I was still contemplating his statement. How true was what he said?
He cocked a brow at me.
"What do you call a woman, at the mercy of another man who wishes to take her right here right now?" He asked causing me to worry. "No joke she's so responsive."
"You don't have to be so blunt." I said, trying to pull away, but with his stronger strength, he pinned me down and made me look at him in the eyes.
They were striking blue, and dark. One could tell there were so many mysteries clouded in those eyes.
"Why are you feeling guilty?" His question that really made my heart skip.
"I don't feel guilty, I just don't believe he would do such a thing." I said.
"It's pointless talking about it then." He leaned closer before kissing me right above my cheekbone.
"Wha...what are you doing?" I asked, breathless. Then threw my head back as his eyes darknened, staring into my eyes.
"You're innocent." He smirked and before I could speak.
"Oh my gosh, we just met." I said unable to believe his bluntness.
"I've known you for eleven years sweetheart." He said. "So you're not so new to me.
Eleven years? That was pretty creepy, but why wasn't I scared?
"You're stalking me?"
"Your boyfriend never care that much about you?" His question made me gasp.
"He...he..." I stuttered.
"I see. You've made your point."
"I swear he's not a bad person. He makes me laugh and smile."
His eyes narrowed at me. "So why can't I see it in your eyes? If he makes you happy, why are you still a stripper?"
"That's none of your business." I said, trying to push me off him but he wouldn't budge.
I kept squirming uncomfortably. My brows scrunched.
"You look so cute in this position." He said while I glared at him. He chuckled. "I have a proposition for you."
"What's that?"
"I don't know. Depends on how willing you are."
Emma Hayes thought she was living the perfect life. Married to billionaire Lucas Blackwell, she had everything a woman could want until it all came crashing down. Betrayed and blindsided, Emma watched as her world came crumbling down, ending in a bitter divorce. Lucas moved on faster, leaving her to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart. Five years have passed, and Emma has pieced her life back together stronger and more self-sufficient than ever. Then the walls come tumbling down when Lucas returns in his quest to have her back. All the old hurts gush wide open. He insists he has changed, but Emma has neither forgiven nor forgotten. With the old scores burning her up, she wants payback. She wants him to feel what she felt. However, as Lucas fights for her, Emma finds herself torn between the man who destroyed her and a passion that will not be denied. Can Emma trust Lucas again? Love, revenge, or redemption - what will she choose?
SYNOPSIS. Betrayed by both her mother, the alpha of her pack, his son and the lycan king, Raine finds herself in the hands of death. But fate intervened when a dying witch breathes new life into her, granting her a second at existence. Reborn as a Hexed Wolf, She was the ultimate hybrid with only one word on her mind:REVENGE. Using her new powers and knowledge of black magic, she brings down all who have hurt her, but what would happen if she finds herself falling in love with the same lycan king that betrayed her?
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
"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.
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but Little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.