His Unwanted Wife, The Unbeatable Lawyer

For three years, I was the perfect Mafia wife. I ensured my husband Jared's suits were impeccable and his public image flawless. I even sat at tables with Russian killers and calmly translated the order to execute a man who betrayed our Family. My value was my composure and my loyalty. The moment an internal memo praised Jared for his 'heroism' during the Mayland Warehouse Massacre, I knew our marriage was over. Because I was the one he'd left to die. The memo was a masterpiece of fiction, claiming he made a split-second decision to protect the Family's "most valuable asset." That asset wasn't me, his wife, who was calmly negotiating with cartel members for our lives. It was Bianca, his fragile mistress, who was crying on the phone in a sector he was ordered to stay out of. When I packed my bags and left, he had the audacity to call me hysterical. "You're my wife," he scoffed. "Was I your wife at Mayland, Jared?" I asked. "Did you think of your wife for even a second while you were running to save your weak little woman?" He was a coward who had ignored a direct order from a Don, and the Family was calling him a hero for it. But I had the proof: a thirty-second recording of his profound dishonor. I wasn't just seeking an annulment. I was petitioning the Commission, and I was going to use that recording to burn his world to the ground.

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Chapter 3

Caterina POV:

A summons arrived the next morning from a discreet courier.

It was a single, heavy card embossed with the crest of the Walsh Family. An invitation-no, a command-to meet with Giuliano Wilson.

The Consigliere.

His office was a fortress within a fortress, a quiet, wood-paneled room high in a downtown skyscraper that served as a legitimate front for the Walsh empire.

He sat behind a massive oak desk, an older man with eyes that had seen everything and forgotten nothing.

I laid it all out for him.

The betrayal at Mayland, Jared's lies, and the existence of the recording on the flash drive, which I placed on his desk.

Giuliano listened in complete silence, his hands steepled before him.

When I finished, he didn't offer pity. He offered respect.

"You are not a failure, Caterina," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You are the sharpest asset I have ever witnessed in a negotiation. Your composure under fire is legendary."

I felt a crack in the icy wall around my heart.

I hadn't realized how much I needed to hear that. "I feel like I've failed my Family. By letting this happen."

He shook his head slowly.

"The failure is Jared's. I always saw the weakness in him.

A peacock who cares more for the shine of his feathers than the strength of his wings. You should know," he leaned forward slightly, "the other Families have far more respect for you than they ever will for your husband."

That simple statement was a weapon.

He was arming me.

"I want to be the Commission's official interpreter," I said, my voice steady. "A neutral party, but a powerful one. My loyalty will be to the code, not to one man."

"Done," Giuliano said without hesitation. "I will advise my Don that backing your petition is a strategic masterstroke.

It weakens a rival and upholds the principles of honor. My only condition is this: the interests of the Families, as a whole, must always come first."

"They always have," I replied.

Leaving his office, my mind was racing.

I had a powerful ally.

As the elevator doors opened, a man in full tactical gear stepped in.

He was tall, built like a mountain, with an aura of absolute authority that filled the small space.

Don Rocco Walsh.

His eyes, the color of cold steel, met mine.

"Ms. Quinn," he said, his voice a low growl.

It was the same voice from the comms. The voice that had been the only point of calm in the chaos of Mayland.

"I'll be personally handling security for the Commission summit," he stated, not as a point of information, but as a fact of life.

"We'll be working together again."

"Don Walsh," I started, the words coming out before I could stop them. "Thank you. For your command during the Mayland incident. You..."

He cut me off with a gruff, dismissive wave of his hand. "Just doing my job."

The doors opened on the ground floor, and he was gone.

But I could still feel the weight of his presence.

And I remembered his voice, a lifeline of cold, brutal authority that had kept me grounded while my world fell apart.

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Blurb **She's promised to his brother... but branded by his touch. And now the past refuses to stay buried.** *** **SIENNA** I thought I buried that night. The night I gave myself to a stranger. Reckless and wild. No names. No rules. No future. Just heat. Desperation. A body that made me forget who I was supposed to be. Now I wear his brother's ring. Planning a future with the man I'm supposed to love. Then he walks into my engagement party and everything shatters. Landon Callahan. The black sheep. The rebel. The man who touched me before I knew his name. He acts like I never existed. Like that night was nothing. But I remember every breath. Every broken rule. Every moment I came alive. I should walk away. Should marry Noah and forget. But Landon has always been the fire I was never meant to touch twice. *** ** **LANDON** She was never supposed to be his. The night I had her, I didn't ask her name. Didn't want to know. I just knew I'd never forget the way she looked at me. Like I was the only thing she ever wanted. Then I walk into the engagement party I should have skipped. And see her standing beside my brother. Now I'm back in the world I swore I'd left behind. And she's the one thing I can't outrun. She wears his ring. Smiles like she hasn't been in my bed. Pretends I never made her come undone. But I remember. And so does she. One night should have been the end. Instead it was only the beginning. Because I don't let go of what's mine. Not even for my brother.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.9

Fated Mate, Mafia Target

7.9

Elena’s life takes a dark turn when she discovers her fated mate is none other than Dante, the ruthless alpha of a powerful werewolf pack and a high-ranking mafia figure. Their instant bond is threatened by a violent underworld war and internal pack betrayals. As enemies close in from all sides, Elena must navigate a world of blood and secrets. Can their fated connection survive the deadly target placed on their backs by rival families?

Mafia Romance Werewolf

7.5

From Mafia Doll To Montana Queen

7.5

I was the invisible daughter of the Hayes crime family, secretly painting portraits of Marcus, the Underboss. He was the man who had once protected me from the world, the man I loved from the shadows. But he chose power over affection. To secure an alliance, he engaged Isabella. Threatened by my existence, Isabella staged a fake miscarriage and framed me for destroying her heirloom wedding dress. Marcus didn't ask for my side of the story. Blinded by rage over his "lost heir," he ordered his guards to drag me to the Ice Cellar—a freezing underground torture chamber used for traitors. For days, I shivered in the absolute darkness, listening to the water drip, realizing the man I worshiped was actually my jailer. My father, protecting his own millions, let it happen. In that cold, the girl who loved Marcus died. When he finally released me, he expected me to be broken, obedient, and grateful for his mercy. Instead, I burned every painting I had ever made of him. I packed a single bag and vanished into the night, escaping to a rugged ranch in Montana where no one knew my name. Three years later, the truth about Isabella’s lies finally surfaced. Marcus tracked me down. The King of New York fell to his knees in the dirt and cow manure of my new home, weeping, begging, and offering me the entire world to come back. I looked down at the man who once owned my heart. "You can't un-shatter a glass, Marcus," I said coldly. "I'm not coming home."

Mafia Modern Romance

7.4

Stolen by the Rebel King

7.4

As a princess who could not wield magic, Princess Daphne's only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne was kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realized that she was in over her head. She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent. King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North. Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus's ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone's imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring. No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne. However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be. In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough. ― [Excerpt] "Now... where should I put you both?" he asked casually, not expecting a reply. "It's regretful that I only have one chandelier." "Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don't deserve this," Atticus mused to himself. "The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over... Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?" "Atticus!" Daphne screamed. "I don't want any heads! Let them go." "Fair enough." Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers. There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once. Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles. "I told you to let them go!" Daphne cried out. "Yes, I let them go," Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. "To receive divine judgment from the heavens."

Fantasy Mafia Romance

8.7

Surviving George's Obsession

8.7

In the dangerous world of organized crime, a woman finds herself trapped in the suffocating grip of George, a powerful and relentless mafia figure. Driven by an intense, dark fixation, George will stop at nothing to possess her, turning her life into a high-stakes struggle for freedom. As she navigates his lethal obsession and the violence of his territory, she must find a way to escape his control before his deadly passion consumes her completely.

Action Mafia Romance

7.4

The Don's Dangerous Addiction

7.4

"Take them off yourself, or I will do it for you." Ten sessions. Two hundred thousand dollars. Her brother's life for her body. Dr. Avery St. Clair signed a contract in blood. To save her family, she has to fix the mind of Obsidian City's most feared monster, Dominic Kessler. He's a Mafia Don rotting from the inside out. A bullet gave him C-PTSD and a touch so sensitive he can't stand being touched. Avery is the only antidote who can calm him down. So he locked her in his villa. But Dominic is playing a game he's already lost. He doesn't know Avery is the woman from seven years ago. The stranger who saved him on that dark gambling ship and disappeared before sunrise. He doesn't know the scar on his wrist is burned into her memory. And most of all, he doesn't know the autistic little girl hiding in her clinic is his own daughter. While Avery hides the truth behind her professional mask, their little girl feels his every nightmare. Every flashback. Every crack in his monster mask. When the secrets finally come out, his empire will fall. He'll lose his sight. His throne. The only woman who ever made him feel human. To win her back, he'll have to destroy the monster he became. And help her burn down the man who murdered her parents. She won't make it easy. This is not a love story. It's a monster learning to beg. Why read this? Obsessive Mafia Hero Secret Baby with an Autistic and Gifted Daughter Identity Reveal "Touch Her And You Die" Energy Massive Groveling and Revenge A Heroine Who Fights Back No Cheating. Happy Ending Guaranteed.

Horror Mafia Romance

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