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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Caterina POV:

I arrived at the heavily fortified hotel two hours early.

The Commission summit was the most important event in the underworld calendar, and I treated it like a battlefield. My battlefield.

I meticulously checked all my secure interpretation equipment in the soundproof booth overlooking the main conference hall.

My professionalism was my armor.

Bianca appeared at the door of the booth, her eyes puffy.

She wore a pale pink dress, trying to project an image of innocence.

"Can we just talk for a minute?"

I didn't even look up from the console. "I'm working," I said.

She lingered for a moment before scurrying away.

From my elevated position, I watched them all file in-the Dons, the Underbosses, the Consiglieri.

Jared took his seat at the main table, looking every bit the powerful mafioso. A slight stiffness in his shoulder was the only sign of his recent 'heroism.'

The summit began.

I slipped into my professional persona, becoming a seamless extension of the technology around me.

My mind became a conduit, my voice a neutral instrument.

Sicilian. Russian. English. The words flowed through me, flawless and precise.

I was invisible, yet essential.

During the first recess, the Dons of the Chicago and New York Families approached me, their faces etched with respect.

"Incredible work, Ms. Quinn," the Chicago Don said, his voice a gravelly rumble.

"Your skill is unmatched."

Just then, Jared materialized at my side, a proprietary smile on his face.

"She's the best," he said, attempting to place a hand on the small of my back.

"My wife," he added.

I sidestepped the touch with a grace born of years of practice.

"Thank you, Don Moretti," I said, addressing the Chicago boss directly while completely ignoring Jared.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to prepare for the next session."

I walked away, leaving Jared standing there, his hand awkwardly suspended mid-air.

In the hallway, I saw Rocco Walsh conferring with his head of security.

He saw me and gave a curt nod.

I approached him.

"Don Walsh," I said quietly.

"A hypothetical question, if I may."

His steel-grey eyes fixed on me.

"Go on."

"Hypothetically," I began, "if someone on your crew jeopardized a critical operation and the lives of your soldiers for purely personal reasons... how would you handle it?"

His expression didn't change, but his eyes grew colder, harder.

"On my crew?" he said, his voice flat and final.

"They'd be permanently removed."

I nodded slowly.

"I understand."

Back in my booth for the afternoon session, I felt a new sense of clarity.

During a lull in the proceedings, a Don from a neutral territory-a man I knew to be a close associate of Giuliano Wilson-keyed his microphone.

"Ms. Quinn," he said, his voice echoing through the silent hall.

"A question for you. Of all your professional principles, which one are you most proud of?"

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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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