Betrayed, Then Claimed by the Mafia King (18+)
"I'm going to fuck all of Vincent's memory out of you," he murmurs.
"You're Carter's woman now."
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At just 21, Lyla Rose thought she had it all; a loving husband, a powerful mafia family, and a future she believed was secure. But everything comes crashing down when a medical report reveals she's infertile.
Vincent Ricci, her ruthless mafia husband, can't tolerate that one imperfection. In a brutal, heartless move, he divorces her and replaces her with Maria, the fertile woman who can give him the heir Lyla never could. But that's just the beginning.
Refusing to be discarded so easily, Lyla struggles to let go. But when Vincent plans to lock her away in a basement, everything changes. Carter Ricci, Vincent's cold, calculating uncle, steps in. He takes her to his penthouse, promising to protect her, cherish her, and vowing he's nothing like his nephew.
But Carter has his own dark secrets. And once they're revealed, everything Lyla thought she knew about him will be shattered.
When Vincent realizes the mistake he's made, regret consumes him and he comes to take her back. But Carter has no intention of letting her go. He's claimed her, body and soul.
Now Lyla must choose: Will she return to the man who shattered her, or stay with the one who trapped her in a web of lies and manipulation?
And can Carter really hold onto the woman he took through deceit, or will his dark past destroy everything they've built?
★★★★★
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✔️ Ex-husband's uncle
✔️ Mafia x secrets
✔️ Betrayal & forbidden love
✔️ Innocent x ruthless
✔️ Age gap
✔️ Dominant x submissive
✔️ Dark obsession
✔️ Lies & twisted romance
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Chapter 9
Carter Ricci
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I sit on the bed, my massive bulge tightening in my boxers. I'm so close to finally claiming her, to making her mine in ways she can't even understand yet. But fuck, I don't want to hurt her. She's fragile and I know that.
She steps back into the room, and my smirk falters momentarily as I take in her appearance. The white dress hugs her petite, fair frame perfectly, highlighting every curve and leaving very little to the imagination. My breath catches, and I quickly compose myself, leaning against the bed, trying to keep my thoughts focused.
"Come here."
She walks toward me with the towel in her hand.
I reach out and take the towel from her, my fingers brushing against hers as I gently remove it. I fold it neatly, tossing it onto a nearby chair without looking at it. My eyes are still on her. "Turn around."
She does, her back facing me, and I step closer, letting my hands rest on her waist. The soft fabric of the dress contrasts against her smooth skin and I notice the low dip of the dress at her back, exposing the delicate lace of the black lingerie she's wearing underneath.
"Fucking perfect," I murmur under my breath. My thumbs trace the bare skin of her lower back as I lean in closer. "Now, sit on the bed."
I watch her, a little taken aback by the way she moves, almost hesitant. She sits on the bed and I grab another towel and dry her hair. There's something about this moment that feels different, something that makes me want to take my time, to care for her in ways I've never done for anyone else.
"You're quiet," I comment, my hands gently working through her damp hair. She's tense, but I can tell she's not fighting me. I continue drying her hair slowly, feeling the softness of her strands slip through my fingers. I want her to relax, to trust me, even if she doesn't fully understand why I'm doing this.
I finish drying her hair, my fingers lingering in the strands one last time. A sharp knock at the door interrupts me. My men stand there, serious and alert. One of them clears his throat. "Boss, the meeting starts in ten minutes."
"Sarò lì tra cinque minuti," I reply sharply, my tone leaving no room for argument. (I'll be there in five minutes.) Once they leave, I turn back to her, dropping the towel on the bed, stepping back. "Stay here. Don't leave this room."
She looks at me, almost like she's not sure if she should be locked away or free. "Can't I explore the penthouse? I need something to get my mind off everything," she asks, her voice quiet, tentative.
I pause for a moment, considering. I know she's probably going stir-crazy being cooped up in this room. But there's a limit to what I can allow. "Fine," I say finally, with a little more leniency than I wanted to show. "But stick to the public areas only. Kitchen, living room, dining room. And don't open any locked doors."
She frowns slightly but nods, and I see the curiosity in her eyes. I know she doesn't understand why I'm restricting her, but there's no way I can explain it. Not yet.
I step closer to her, tilting her chin up with my finger, my eyes locking with hers. "I mean it, tesoro." My voice lowers, turning serious. "Some things are none of your business. Understand?"
Her eyes flicker with a mix of confusion and reluctance, but she nods.
I release her chin and put on my black suit, adjusting my jacket as I straighten it out. "I have to go," I say, my voice softening just a little. "Stay out of trouble."
As I walk toward the door, my mind drifts to the one thing I've been hiding, the parts of me she can never know. The man I truly am, the dark secrets buried deep. Too much is at stake now, too much she could never understand. I can't let her in. Not fully.
My little Rose, still so naive. She doesn't know how dangerous this world can be. Daddy keeps dirty little secrets, and he doesn't want his little princess finding out.
I chuckle darkly, stepping out of the room and heading toward the waiting limo.
My men stand at attention, Nikolai and the others, all greet me with respectful bows.
"Sire," they say in unison, their eyes lowered as I walk past them, my presence dominating the air like a storm about to break.
I climb into the backseat of the limo, the small bar within arm's reach. I pour myself a drink, savoring the taste of whiskey as the car starts moving, the driver taking me to the Ricci firm. My thoughts wander to Rose, as they always do. I need to keep it together. But god, I can't stop thinking about her. She's got me fucked in the head.
The limo pulls up outside the firm and I step out, walking through the entrance. My staff bows in respect as I pass, their gazes fixed on the floor. I couldn't care less about their attention. The only set of eyes I want on me is hers.
I stop in my tracks, the faint shuffle of heels behind me catching my attention. Cordelia, my business partner's wife, steps forward, her voice sultry as she greets me.
"Mr Ricci," she purrs, tilting her head, "how are you today?"
I nod, barely acknowledging her, my eyes fixed ahead.
"I was wondering about the deal with my husband," she continues, her tone playful but probing.
I glance at her briefly, my voice low and sharp. "Confidential."
She smiles, not backing down. "Surely, you can give me something? Just a hint?"
I give her a small, almost imperceptible shrug, letting the tension hang in the air. Without another word, I turn and stride past her, my coat brushing her arm as I make my way to the elevators.
The doors slide open and I step inside. I press the button for the hundredth floor. My mind shifts back to business, but Rose lingers at the edge of every thought, pulling at me like a silent storm.
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8.0
On our wedding night, my Fated Mate, Alpha Cedric, left our bed to care for his mistress. He told me our marriage was just an obligation.
But the real betrayal came months later on a rooftop.
When Rogues demanded a trade, Cedric didn't hesitate. He chose to save Jayden because of her "heart condition," handing me—his pregnant wife—over to the killers.
"You are stronger," he said as he pushed me toward them.
I fell from the building. I survived, but our unborn pup didn't.
Instead of comfort, I woke up to handcuffs. Cedric believed Jayden’s lies that I staged the kidnapping for attention.
He threw me into the dungeon, shackling my wrists with silver cuffs that burned my flesh, while Jayden poisoned my food with wolfsbane.
He stripped me of my title and dignity, never realizing that the "fragile" woman he protected was the true monster.
He didn't know about the glowing rune on my chest counting down the seconds I had left. He didn't know I was the legendary White Wolf, and my time was up.
On my final night, I asked for one last ride on the Ferris wheel where we first met.
At midnight, as Cedric rushed back to the amusement park, he didn't find a body. He found only my empty clothes and a text message on the seat.
"Don't look for me, Cedric. I'm giving my wolf back to the moon."
As he watched the security footage, he finally saw me dissolve into stardust and ascend to the sky, leaving him alone in a world that suddenly felt too quiet.
7.1
I was the Architect who built the digital fortress for the most feared Don in New York.
To the world, I was Brendan Wiggins’s silent, elegant Queen.
But then my burner phone buzzed under the dinner table.
It was a photo from his mistress: a positive pregnancy test.
"Your husband is celebrating right now," the caption read. "You are just the furniture."
I looked across the table at Brendan. He smiled and held my hand, lying to my face without blinking.
He thought he owned me because he saved my life ten years ago.
He told her I was just "functional." That I was a barren asset he kept around to look respectable, while she carried his legacy.
He thought I would accept the disrespect because I had nowhere else to go.
He was wrong.
I didn't want to divorce him—you don't divorce a Don.
And I didn't want to kill him. That was too easy.
I wanted to erase him.
I liquidated fifty million dollars from the offshore accounts only I could access. I destroyed the servers I had built.
Then, I contacted a black-market chemist for a procedure called "Tabula Rasa."
It doesn't kill the body. It wipes the mind clean. A total hard reset of the soul.
On his birthday, while he was out celebrating his bastard son, I drank the vial.
When he finally came home to find the empty house and the melted wedding ring, he realized the truth.
He could burn the world down looking for me, but he would never find his wife.
Because the woman who loved him no longer existed.
8.0
Thalia Corsini's wedding night ends with seven bullets and her husband's blood soaking through her white dress. Rafael Torrisi dies in her arms before they can speak their first words as man and wife, and when she screams for help, nobody comes fast enough.
Three days later, she's at another altar. Same family. Different brother. Dante Torrisi looks at her like she pulled the trigger herself. He's colder than Rafael ever was, more brutal, and infinitely more dangerous. Their marriage is a prison sentence designed to save a crumbling alliance between two crime families on the brink of war.
But someone is still trying to kill Thalia. The attempts keep coming, a sniper's bullet, a car bomb, poison meant for her wine glass. Dante is forced to protect the woman he blames for his twin's death, and as they dig deeper into the murder, they realize Rafael might not have been the target at all.
In a world where love is weakness and trust gets you killed, Thalia and Dante have to beat the odds.
9.0
Ashlyn was supposed to be just a fragile college student, selling her rare blood to a vicious crime syndicate enforcer to keep his dying sister alive.
But the dynamic shattered when Alex returned from a two-month disappearance. He stepped into the penthouse covered in dirt and blood, sporting a horrific, jagged knife wound slashed completely across his face.
Knowing exactly how to exploit his insecurities, Ashlyn played the role of the terrified victim to perfection. She screamed, pushed against his chest, and called him a terrifying monster. Humiliated and enraged by her blatant disgust, Alex violently smashed a marble table and kicked her out. He forced her out into a freezing, torrential rainstorm without a coat, vowing to kill her if she ever showed her face again.
What the ruthless enforcer didn't know was that her pathetic, trembling tears were a flawless, calculated lie. She wasn't a helpless, greedy girl. She was a cold-blooded corporate mastermind hiding from a family of elite assassins. She desperately needed his impenetrable penthouse fortress to stay alive, and she knew the only way to secure her place wasn't to ask for it, but to make him beg for her return.
Three days later, his sister's organs began to fail, and the hospital's blood bank ran dry.
"I'll pay you whatever you want. Just get here."
Listening to the desperate, broken voice of the monster over her burner phone, Ashlyn smiled coldly in the dark. The trap had snapped shut, and he had just handed her all the power.
8.7
Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised
Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead.
A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety.
The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize.
Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure.
"Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more.
Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely.
"Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans.
Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever.
Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper.
Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership.
Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page.
DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU CAN'T STOP READING ALL 150 CHAPTERS ⚠️🔞‼️
9.5
Arranged to marry the most ruthless mafia don in the city, Serafina learns early that obedience is the price of survival.
Luca De Santis doesn't love, he owns.
And she is his most valuable possession.
Inside an empire built on blood, fear, and unbreakable loyalty, there is only one man who never looks at her like property.
Matteo De Santis.
Luca's cousin. His enforcer. His shadow.
Falling in love with him is forbidden.
Being discovered means death.
As loyalty fractures and betrayal ignites, Serafina is forced to choose: remain a silent bride to a monster or rise beside the man willing to burn the empire for her.
In a world where love is treason, survival demands rebellion.