
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 6
Alessia's POV
There was a big mess in the kitchen. I observed that there wasn't much staff downstairs today.
I cleaned the kitchen of all the flour before going to the living room and picking up every little string piece on the floor and carpet.
I swept some, but I had to clean the carpet by hand. I could have used a vacuum, but it's late at night and I don't want to wake them awake.
As I was trying to retrieve this tiny thread beneath the couch, I heard footsteps and realized it was Bella.
She cradled Zuzu with one hand and massaged her eye.
Probably the cutest thing I've ever seen.
A warm smile came across my face. "What's wrong, Bella?" I toss the thread into the garbage and approach her, kneeling in front of her.
"I want water," she mumbled sleepily. "Water in the middle of the night isn't good for you dear, but don't worry, tomorrow I'll make sure you have water at least an hour before bed," I replied lifting her up. She nodded.
I went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, took the jug out, and poured it into a little teacup.
She needs to obtain a toddler bottle or something.
I held it to her but noticed she was fast asleep, so I smiled at her quiet snoring.
Enzo's Point of View
I was exhausted, as usual. I know I'm very sleep-deprived, but what can I do?
I usually dominate the world. I can't relax until everything is completed and finalized.
I stepped out of my Porsche and handed the key to the butler.
I had dismissed the majority of the workers so Ms Marino could feel free, and I also wanted to see if she could manage the property on her own.
I approached the door, and the guards opened it, all of them keeping their heads low and bowing as I passed.
I was on my phone viewing a message when I heard, "I want water" That sounded familiar.
I looked up and saw Bella in her pajamas, clutching a cat plushie that I had never seen before.
Ms Marino grinned and knelt before her.
"Water in the middle of the night isn't good for you dear, but don't worry tomorrow I'll make sure you have water at least an hour before bed," she added as she picked her up.
I just stood there, not knowing what to say; most nannies would simply give them what they wanted and call it a day.
But she does put restrictions.
Bella, according to the maids, has a habit of asking for water in the middle of the night, so this was nothing new.
She poured her a drink without realizing I was present or that Bella was already sleeping.
When she discovered Bella was sleeping, I anticipated her to become annoyed or furious and rouse her up to drink water, but she didn't.
She grinned and looked up, astonished to see me, before checking her watch.
"Eleven already," she replied in a quiet voice.
My phone rang just then, and I answered it as I walked towards the outside porch.
"Andrew," I said, as I heard papers shifting. "Uh...hey bro," Andrew said.
"Did you find who intersected the product shipment?" I asked, getting right to the subject.
"Well, yeah...kinda," he said, picking up the phone from what I believed was his desk.
"What do you mean 'kinda'?" I questioned. "It could be your father," he moaned.
I clenched my jaw.
Will that man ever leave me alone?
"Why?" I queried. "As before, he does not agree with you becoming King and taking his place," he said.
"Merda," I screamed. "If he did this, he will undoubtedly do something else." (Translation: "Shit")
"Yeah, that's guaranteed," he said. "So find some guys involved and you'll know what to do," I instructed.
"Sure thing, Capo," he said. (Translated: Boss).
I hung up and clutched the phone in my fingers. I turned around to find Ms Marino dusting the table.
With her customary grin. I'm not sure why or how, but all the tension I felt vanished in an instant...as if hatred had never been.
I came back in, "I thought you'd be gone by now," I remarked, staring at her dusty hands.
"Uh...yes, me too. But look where I am," she replied, placing something in the kitchen cabinet.
"Where are they?" I inquired, "Sleeping," she said, wiping her hands.
"How?" I said, lifting my brow. I knew that putting any of them to sleep was something none of the nannies could accomplish.
She stated "magic" cynically.
"Really?" I asked, fatigued, and all I needed was an answer.
"Mr. Rossi, they're kids; all they need is someone to say 'Go to bed' with authority, and they'll do it," she added, as if it were first-grade literacy.
"Like employees?" I questioned, perplexed; I was lousy at the 'father' position.
"No. Not like workers. She emphasized the words 'love' and 'expression'.
"Great, the two things I am worst at," I murmured.
"You'll get better," she encouraged, wiping her hands with a paper towel.
"So what did you think of them?" I inquired, "Well, it's a lot easier than you made it seem yesterday. You made it seem like I was going to take care of three wildebeests. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
I shake my head. "Anyway, I am leaving," she said, taking her luggage.
"Ms Marino, there's a driver I made sure would bring you and take you back, and he's outside," I added before she reached the door.
She smiled and replied, "Thanks, and by the way, the 'Miss Marino' thing is really weird, reminds me of my mom, call me Alessia," before tapping the button to unlock the door.
"Good night, Mr Rossi," she whispered gently as the door closed.
What has just happened? Why am I feeling so alone now?
I shrugged it off; I'd been dealing with it my entire life.
I headed upstairs to my office.
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I despise the days when sleep refuses to perform its job.
I generally work until sleep kicks in, but it's already 1:30 a.m.
I despised my life in general, but too many people relied on me for me to even consider quitting.
Nothing except my tasks keeps me afloat.
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7.5
I was the adopted daughter of the wealthy Ruiz family, but the moment their true heir appeared, I was thrown away like trash.
Not long after being kicked out, my adoptive father and uncle hired a hitman to stage a fatal car crash on Mulholland Drive.
Pinned under an overturned Porsche with a shattered leg, I watched the hitman point a suppressed pistol between my eyes.
"The Ruiz family sends their regards."
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.