A Nanny For The Mafia Boss
Alessia Marino is a regular nanny until she is hired to care for the Mafia King's children.
Enzo Rossi is the stunningly attractive King of Mafia, but his ex-wife cheated on him. He would have murdered her, but he does not want his children to know he killed their mother.
He has no time for children, and every nanny that comes along tries to cling to him rather than the children; this is his final straw, and maybe his second love.
What if they become entangled in a love that refuses to end?
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Chapter 1
Alessia's POV
I ran to the kitchen and almost tripped.
I ate as though my life depended on it.
Don't be late, don't be late!
"Calm down girl, you gonna choke and end up in the hospital," Sydney emphasized whilst sitting on one of the kitchen island chairs.
"And lose the interview" Isabella finished Sydney's sentence, she took a mouth full of hot chocolate and a bite of coffee cake.
These girls could eat for a living
I rolled my eyes, I didn't even finish my quiche, "Bye guys, hope for the best" I said running to the door and cursing my high-heeled shoes on the way.
I mean, I love my heels, they're my life. But right now was not the moment I wanted them to fail.
"Good luck!" they both shouted in unison before I closed the door.
I tapped on the elevator button repeatedly, like a mad woman, I tapped my right foot in frustration.
Finally, the elevator opened, and I ran in, thankfully the elevator was empty, and I put on my earrings and my lipstick.
I ran outside my apartment building for a cab, I looked at my watch, 5:23 am.
I have 7 minutes!
I frantically waved for a cab, I probably looked crazy, but finally, a cab stopped.
I quickly went in and closed the door, "Morning, please go to Rossi Incorporation please" I requested catching my breath in the confines of the car.
"No problem," the old man replied and started driving.
I finally arrived and I stepped out of the car.
This building is...Ginormous
I know right
The picture of this building online gave no justice to it.
"Thank you so much," I said quickly paying the driver.
I ran into the giant building, "Good morning, I'm here for a Nanny interview" I smiled.
The receptionist behind the desk looked confused, but another woman walked up to us "Ah yes, please head to the top floor, good luck" she said pointing at the elevator.
I smiled at the woman who now stood by the receptionist.
She was beautiful, she had long chestnut hair dark hazel eyes, and amazing tanned skin.
I smiled "Thank you" as I ran to the elevator.
Damn, even the elevator reeked rich.
My eyes widened upon seeing the top floor was floor 105.
I quickly pressed the floor, thankfully no interruptions.
The elevator finally dinged and opened I walked out and saw one door written 'Boss' Office'.
I gulped even though I've been to over 10 of these. I calmed down and gently knocked on the door.
I heard "Come in" so I opened my door.
Oh heavens, this office is bigger than my room and kitchen combined!
Shut up, Lee!
Lee is my inside voice but sometimes she says unnecessary or unhelpful comments.
I looked at the man sitting across a big wooden table.
He had dark brown hair, lightly curled. He had marble-grey eyes, a sharp jawline-and if I may not add, the body of a Greek god.
Stop it, not the time Lee.
I cleared my throat, "Good morning."
He barely even looked up "You must be Miss Marino, am I right?" he said with no expression on his face.
Did he just ditch my 'good morning'?!
"Um...Yes, you must be Mr. Rossi" I said with a soft smile as I closed the door behind me.
"Have a seat" he typically demanded, I would've asked for some manners if I wasn't in an interview, so I kept my mouth shut.
I sat across from him, and he opened a file "So Ms Marino, you are interviewing for a nanny job?" he asked still expressionless.
Just his gaze sent a cold shiver down my spine, but I smiled either way.
I nodded "You were 36 seconds late by the way" he stated looking at me, I sheepishly smiled.
The man counts seconds?
"Sorry about that, it won't be repeated," I said, he sighed.
Surely disapproval, as far as I could guess.
"I'm going to start the interview, are you ready?" he asked, I wasn't gonna lose this opportunity.
"Yes," I answered.
Enzo's POV
I was already impressed by Ms Marino.
Once she entered she greeted, manners. She sat with poise effortlessly, and etiquette (believe me, I've seen worse). She wore decent clothing and apologized for coming late, with respect.
But I can't guarantee she'll be hired though, she has to keep this up.
I looked at her file.
"You're a certified child psychologist?" I asked looking back at her, "Yes, I am" she said confidently.
Confidence is good.
I nod my head "Why are you a child psychologist, it says here you were doing Neurology, but changed, why the sudden change?" I asked if I wanted to challenge her and see her limits.
"Well, we all suffer psychologically. We adults dwell with it, knowing life is life and we eventually get over it. Some don't, and end up needing therapy, but that's extreme cases. Adults like you and me know that struggles hurt but we can always fix cracks. But kids" she stopped as though thinking.
"Children don't know how to cope, it might look like they're fine but they really aren't, that memory will stay there breaking them to the last bone. By helping them while they are young I can prevent future broken people. And the reason I changed is personal if you don't mind, I prefer not talking about it" she ended.
What she said tugged my heart remembering what I went through as a kid, the thing is I don't have a crack to fix, I have a fucking hole.
I nodded "It's fine if it's personal" I cleared my throat as well as my thoughts.
"You're from Northern Italy, Parme?" I asked "Yes" and she answered "Your parent's jobs?" I asked raising my brow.
"My father owns a Cafe," she said shortly "Your mother?" I questioned.
"Well typically my mom is a botanist but she helps my dad at the cafe, they typically both own it. My father is also a retired Military captain but he's a great cook" she finished.
I gave a small nod. To be honest I have no idea why I'm still questioning her.
"You could be taking care of three kids, will you be able to do so?" I finally asked.
For a second she looked as though she was contemplating the words said to her. A smile crept to her face.
How does one smile so much? And she did it so effortlessly.
"Of course" she started, again, confidently.
"How long do you want to work for?" I asked calmly, "Uh...the time needed" she answered.
"Is 1 year enough?" I asked, "Yes, it can work" she replied, and I nodded.
Before I could speak, "But I ask one condition?" she asked.
I mentally face-palmed.
How could I think she was different from the rest? She wants to discuss her salary obviously.
"Yes" I sighed, " I want your cooperation and participation" she finished.
I raise both my brows "That's it?" I asked, and she nodded.
"Uh, well, You will get a response by email later today or by latest tomorrow," I said then cleared my throat.
She smiled once again "Thank you, Mr Rossi," she said, her smile not faltering.
How can one be so happy?
"You may leave," I said, she stood up "Have a good day," she said before turning around.
Before she could reach the door the door swung open revealing Andrews's face.
She gave a small nod to him in greeting before leaving, his eyes following her until the elevator closed.
I cleared my throat to get his attention, "Who is she?" he asked with lust on his face.
I rolled my eyes.
Why am I friends with him?
A question I've asked myself for over 18 years.
"I will not have you hitting on one of the kids' nannies again," I said opening my drawer to take out some important papers.
"She's hired?!" he sounded more excited than a question.
"I haven't put the final word on it," I said opening a file.
"Why not, she's the first one that came to an interview with clothes that cover everything. Makes me want to see more" he whispered the last bit but I heard it.
I shoot him a look "Watch your words Drew" I looked back at my papers.
"I don't want you faltering anything this time" I finished. "Or maybe Italy's top bachelor has lost his handsomeness and glamour that girls don't throw themselves at you anymore" he teased directing at me.
"You are a pain Andrew, and this one is different she's not that type," I said reading through some forms.
"Hmm, even more interesting" he mumbled. "Anyway, what did you come to bother me about?" I asked coldly.
"The new shipment route worked, you told me to tell you when it arrived," he said sitting down in front of me.
"How's the new warehouse?" I asked looking at him. "Great actually, you can visit tomorrow morning if you'd like?" he asked.
"Tonight" I stated, well, demanded.
"Sure thing Capo," he said [Italian translation: Boss]
I pressed the intercom button "Linda please cancel all other interviews for a nanny" I said.
I heard shuffling papers "Of course Enzo, consider it done," she said dropping the intercom.
"So she is hired?" Andrew asked. "I already told you, I'm still thinking," I said getting tired of this conversation.
Andrew left, I tried concentrating but my mind went to Alessia. My mind could not stop going to her no matter how much I'd scold myself.
Not in a weird way, but just thinking if she's the right kind of person I want to take care of my kids.
Something in my gut said she'd make me get into problems. But why?
I laid my head back on the chair and ran my hand through my head.
"Miss Alessia Marino" I breathed.
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The hitman pulled the trigger, and the original Alicia died in despair, tasting only rain and blood.
Until her last breath, she didn't understand.
Why did the family she loved treat her like a disposable object? Why did those three men maliciously frame her and turn the world against her?
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Looking at the memories of those who wronged this girl, I signed a contract for the very reality show they were starring in.
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8.0
Years ago, I threw myself in front of an assassin's bullet to protect my Mafia boss husband, leaving me nearly infertile.
He knelt in my blood, swearing I would be his only wife.
But tonight, I heard him whisper to his childhood sweetheart in Italian: "My wife is a useless vessel; only you can give the Rossi family an heir."
He thought I couldn't understand him, not knowing I used to work as an Italian translator.
He also had no idea that an eight-week-old miracle was currently growing in my womb.
Julian, you will never see your child.
I no longer want your promises. I no longer want you.
From now on, we will never cross paths again. Adieu, pour toujours.
7.7
I've been hiding my face from the world for seven years.
He's been hiding his heart for just as long.
When Grammy-winning musician Dante Rivers offers me $150,000 to be his fake girlfriend for six months, I should say no.
I'm Veil-the anonymous digital artist with millions of fans and a face no one has ever seen. I don't do cameras. I don't do crowds. And I definitely don't do fake relationships with devastatingly private men whose studio walls are covered in my artwork.
But my father's last dream is slipping away-and this contract is the only way to save it.
The rules are simple:
No real feelings.
No crossed boundaries.
No falling for Dante Rivers.
Except nothing about him is simple.
Not the way he shields me from paparazzi like I matter.
Not the way his music sounds like secrets meant only for me.
Not the way he looks at me like he sees through every wall I've built.
What he doesn't know is that I'm already part of his life.
I'm the anonymous artist behind his album covers.
The one he's trusted with his most private thoughts.
The ghost he's been searching for without ever meeting.
And now I'm falling for him twice-
once as the girl in his guesthouse
and once as the mystery he doesn't know he's already holding.
When the truth comes out, it won't just break the contract.
It might break us.
8.5
Delphine Yenla has learned one thing the hard way; love doesn't just hurt, it breaks you in ways you don't recover from. So she stopped believing in it. She chose independence, control, and a life where no one could get close enough to hurt her again.
And for a while, it worked.
Until Wilson Dan walked into her world.
Cold, composed, and impossible to read, Wilson is the kind of man who never loses control. He does not get involved. He does not make mistakes. And he never lets anyone get close enough to matter.
But she doesn't realize... Wilson is not the kind of man you resist twice.
People don't challenge him.
Delphine does.
From their very first encounter, something shifts. The tension between them is immediate, sharp, unsettling, impossible to ignore. And from the moment he notices her, walking away stops being a choice. Every conversation feels like a quiet battle. Every glance lingers longer than it should. And the more they try to stay in control, the more everything begins to slip.
But this is not just about attraction.
There are things Wilson isn't saying.
Things Delphine is starting to notice.
And people around them who are already watching... and waiting.
What began as resistance quickly became something she cannot control.
Because this is not just about feelings.
It is about power. It is about position.
And Delphine may already be standing somewhere she doesn't understand,
somewhere she cannot simply walk away from.
Is she getting closer to Wilson...
or already too deep to step out?
When control finally breaks, one truth becomes impossible to ignore:
Some hearts don't just fall in love.
They fall into something they may not survive.
8.2
"Little Siren: I miss your hands on me."
That message lit up the screen of a burner phone I found in my fiancé's jacket pocket while he was in the shower.
Franco Moretti, the rising star of the Vitiello crime family, treated me like a fragile glass doll. He claimed he was "saving himself" for our wedding night out of respect.
But the phone told a different story.
I unlocked it and found three years of betrayal.
It wasn't just a fling. It was Camilla, a girl from high school I had befriended out of pity.
I watched their history unfold. He complained that I was cold. He called me a statue.
Then I saw the invoice.
He had bought two identical pink diamond engagement rings. One for me, and one for her.
Worse, he had stolen my grandmother' s heirloom jade bracelet-a piece of history meant for his bride-and given it to his mistress.
"I need her name to get the chair," he texted her. "You are my true Queen."
I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I realized I wasn't a person to him; I was a ladder.
Leaving him would be too easy. Leaving is what victims do.
I walked to my laptop and opened a new document. I wasn't just going to cancel the wedding. I was going to broadcast his ruin to the entire underworld, and our wedding would be my stage.
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"I accept," I told the deep voice on the other end.
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"I understand," I said, looking at the New York skyline.
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7.8
⚠️ DARK ROMANCE CONTENT WARNING
This is a very dark mafia romance intended for mature readers (18+).
It contains a morally gray anti-hero, obsession, possessiveness, emotional manipulation, explicit sexual content, and disturbing adult scenes.
If you crave danger, obsession, and morally complicated passion, this dark romance will grip you-but reader discretion is strongly advised.
Convinced that Rosa had drugged him to crawl into his bed, Italian Don Luciano Mancini took her supposed betrayal as a blow to his pride. He served her divorce papers without hearing a single explanation-and exiled her not only from his home, but from the country itself.
Years later, Rosa returned with a secret.
Their son was dying.
Diagnosed with high-risk acute lymphoblastic leukemia, the boy needed a stem-cell transplant from a biological sibling to survive. And to make that possible, Rosa had to conceive again-with the one man who despised her.
Her ex-husband.
Luciano Mancini.
But Rosa refused to reveal the real reason for her return.
Getting pregnant by a devil was never going to be easy-especially when that devil hated her. She hadn't stolen his seed before... but this time, she was ready to commit the sin if it meant saving her child.
Seeing his ex-wife again-no longer innocent, no longer obedient-awakened something Luciano had never felt for any woman. He wanted her and...
he wanted to own her this time.
But Rosa was already slipping beyond his grasp.
Because Dr. DeLuca, the man treating her son, was in love with her. He was willing to accept her in any condition-even if she carried her ex-husband's child once more.
When life finally offered Rosa safety, love, and a future free from cruelty...
why would she ever return to the Italian Don?
Except Luciano Mancini isn't going to let her go.
No one takes what belongs to him.