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 3
Alessia's POV
"Come on girl, don't let that bastard ruin your day," Sydney said while driving her SUV to the mall we were going to meet Jack's group.
"We really have to hook you up with someone," Isabella said from the back seat, I sat in front, next to Sydney.
"Yeah, we have to work on that today" Sydney added adamantly.
I rolled my eyes, I don't want to be in a relationship with anyone, Matteo did some permanent damage to my heart.
I don't want to hurt myself anymore.
We finally arrived at the mall, Jack was standing at the entrance.
Once the car stopped, Isabella opened the door and ran to Jack like a 3-year-old would when your dad comes back home. She engulfed him in a hug.
Myself and Sydney just rolled our eyes, We came out of the car and managed to get to where Isa was.
"Calm down Gatinga," he said, we knew she was probably hugging the shit out of him. (Portuguese translation: pretty girl)
"Just promise never to go on long trips ever again" she pouted.
"Se ti rende felice, ti porterò con me la prossima volta," he said stroking her hair, She finally let go and kissed him on his lips, and they started making out. (translation: If it makes you happy, I'll take you with me next time)
Sydney cleared her throat to get their attention "Please don't do this at a mall, get a room" Sydney said, which earned a giggle from me.
Isabella rolled her eyes at us, "So how are you, Nat?" I asked.
Jack is just a nickname everyone has had for him since high school, his real name is Nathanial. He doesn't mind at all thankfully.
"I'm good, you two?" he asked directing at both of us, "I'm doing great" Sydney stated.
"I'm fine", I lied, I'm not fine. Not at all.
"Are you ok?" Isa asked looking concerned I just realized I was frowning.
I quickly smiled, "Of course, I'm ok, where are the others?" I said quickly changing the subject.
"I told you this was a date" Sydney mumbled, "No, they're inside, I just wanted to see my Gatinga," he said looking at Isabella.
"You know ignoring your girlfriend's best friends is a dangerous route, You'll have to get through us if you want to even dream of marrying her" Sydney spoke.
"Calm down, you gonna scare the poor boy away" I started "But believe me you'll have to get through us," I said in a darker tone.
He raised his hands up in mock surrender "Fine".
He walked us in, thankfully The mall wasn't busy because I hate busy malls.
We got to the food center and I saw them, all of them. (total of 8 boys)
I mentally smiled, I kind of missed all these hooligans no matter how annoying they were.
Some I saw last at uni, the others in high school.
We stopped in front of them when they noticed us they looked at us.
"So girls, you should remember but I'll refresh. That's Liam, Benjamin, Michael, Ethan, Daniel, Owen, Matthew, and Leo" he said pointing at all of them by name.
"Lee is that you," Owen said squinting like an old man.
"Yes," I said rolling my eyes at him "Wow, you grew taller, and I thought that was impossible," he commented, I rolled my eyes, "And she still has her shitty attitude," Daniel said.
"And both of you are still idiots," I shook my head.
"Syd long time no see," Matthew said "Are you still the slut you've always been?" Michael finished.
"Of course, what else do you expect from Sydney?" Isabelle laughed "And I'm proud of it," Sydney said flipping her hair for emphasis.
I giggled "Still the high school popular kid personality" Ethan added. "Shut up Ethen" Sydney protested.
"We all got reunited just a minute ago and we're already arguing, only we can achieve that level" I facepalmed.
I heard Isa giggle at my comment, "About reuniting, where's Matteo?" Owen asked, "Yeah, aren't you together as usual?" Daniel asked directing at me.
My heart sank "Uh...No, we're not a thing anymore, not even friends" I say holding my tears back.
"How you two were like...the ship of the year for the whole 4 years in Varsity and that's not including high school," Matthew asked confused.
"And weren't you guys engaged too?" Ethan said.
"Well.." my voice drifted off I didn't think I could say it, I knew I'd break down and I didn't want to do that here.
Isabelle, as though reading my mind that I wasn't gonna make it "Matteo... cheated on her, so she broke up with him" she said.
All of them were wide-eyed, "Okay I'm done" Owen said "Someone hurt my little sister so who's coming with me to destroy him?" all of them raised their hands up at Owen's statement.
Owen always called me his 'Little sister' despite the fact we're the same age. He was always a brother to me too, he was always so protective and annoying too, but I can't live without him.
"Finally, someone came up with my plan!" Sydney said. We all laughed.
I smiled at what all of them were willing to do for me, "Thank you guys, but not the best idea" I said.
"Come on Lee" Owen begged, "No, I want to be an adult about it, I should just carry on," I said.
"Fine, do what you want but I can't promise what I'll do if I see that son of a bitch again," he said "I agree" Matthew joined.
Have I mentioned that Matthew and Owen are identical twins, but for some reason once you know them you can tear them apart easily?
"Anyway, I prefer not talking about it, let's do something fun to forget about this," I say trying to change the mood.
"Yeah, it's better, why don't we go to the arcade" Daniel suggested. "Good idea, let go," I said, everyone agreed.
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We got to the arcade, we agreed to go bowling first and then play games.
The arcade was pretty empty leaving us to dispose of it and do whatever we want to to do.
I hated the pain I had inside but I always hid it because I didn't want to worry people.
Life is shit and I should not add up to other people's problems by telling them mine.
I was mentally drained, I sat on a bench not far from them.
"Sorry about that" I heard, I looked up to see Leo. I just realized this is the first thing he's said to me ever since I came.
"About?" I asked confused, "About Matteo," he said sitting across from me.
"Oh, I'm fine" I lied as always, it still hurt it really does.
"Believe me, I won't fall for your mask of 'I'm fine', you don't look fine Alessia. Who'd be 'fine', I know you liked him a lot, we all know that" he said looking into my eyes.
I looked down "It's really that obvious?" I questioned, "No not really, I had to pay attention" he finished.
"But what should I do Leo? I don't want to worry anyone" I say putting my face on both my hands.
"No one truly celebrates their win without a past loss," he said calmly.
"You know I sucked at philosophy," I said looking at him.
He chuckled "If you never lose, winning won't feel as good as it could, but after numerous failures, when we win we feel more accomplished" he explained.
"I still don't get it, how does it refer to me?" I asked very much confused.
"Alessia, you just lost, but one day you'll find out why this loss was necessary for you to win" he continued.
It made sense, but how will I win? What will I win?
I laid my head back on the wall, "Life sucks you know?" I groaned.
"It really does, but maybe someday you'll look back at yourself and laugh at the drama you made out of it" he suggested.
I nodded "I want a sweet, calm, and simple life" I admitted.
"Really?" he asked, "Yeah" I sighed.
"What about your career?" he inquired further "I love my profession and everything about it but I'll never put friends or family behind it, family and friends come first," I confessed.
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7.5
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Pinned under an overturned Porsche with a shattered leg, I watched the hitman point a suppressed pistol between my eyes.
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Before this, my reputation had already been completely destroyed by a director, a pop idol, and a reality TV star, leaving me blacklisted and universally hated.
My adoptive family didn't just want me ruined; they wanted me permanently silenced to tie up loose ends.
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?
Opening my eyes again, the fear was gone, replaced by an ancient, cosmic indifference.
I, the Arbiter, had taken over this deceased vessel.
Moving faster than the human eye, I crushed the hitman's steel gun with my bare hand and turned his soul into dust.
Looking at the memories of those who wronged this girl, I signed a contract for the very reality show they were starring in.
Since I borrowed this body, taking out the trash is a required courtesy.
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.
Then, I picked up the phone and dialed the one number my father forbade me to call.
"I accept," I told the deep voice on the other end.
"You understand what you are agreeing to, Gianna?" Enzo Falcone asked.
"I understand," I said, looking at the New York skyline.
"You want an alliance. I want a weapon."
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.