One Night, Now He Wants Me.
"You are getting married, huh?" A shrill voice asked me from behind. "You don't look happy.'
"It's a complicated situati..." He cut me off.
"I can make you happy."
My eyes darted between his lips and eyes, he noticed my indecision and locked his lips with mine.
While battling with betrayal, Iris melts into a mafia's touch without knowing who he is. Now she must bear all the consequences that follow.
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Chapter 4
Chapter 4.
Vince's pov.
I reached out for her but she was gone.
A smile formed on my face, as I recalled the way we had been tangled up a few hours ago.
"She could not have gone far." I muttered as I pulled up the CCTV footage of my house on the laptop.
My eyes narrowed in keen interest, seeing how she confused my men using childish games and literally walked out of my house through the gate.
"Interesting." I noted, before lazily picking up my phone and calling my right hand man. "Phil, gather everyone in the torture room."
"Yes boss." He responded.
After a cold shower that took an hour, I heard the alarm sound. The entire house was on lockdown, no one could get in or out.
When I got to the torture room, I could see the fear on their faces even if they were trying hard to conceal it. I smiled feeling good about their reaction.
"A woman." I began. "With no form of experience in our world, managed to get past my well trained men."
I paused to let the gravity of the situation sink into their thick skulls.
"Phil, what happened?" I asked, turning to my right hand man.
"I was out on some checks boss, I have no idea when..." He paused, noticing the change on my face.
Phil knew I hated excuses above everything else.
"It's my fault, for not tightening security." He quickly added.
"Fair enough! I'm in a good mood, so you all get to pick the punishment you want. Prepare the papers and box, Phil." I ordered with a smile on my face.
Phil nodded and set up the box with multiple papers in it.
"You all have to pick between losing a toe or a finger. I know it sounds really simple, but you make it fair you'll lose whatever you draw up from the box." I explained as I took my seat.
The mutilator looked upset that he was not chopping bigger body parts. But one the first of my men went up to him, I noticed the smirk on his face which only came out when he was content.
The first man had picked finger and I could see the fear in his eyes, as he walked over to the mutilator.
"Arrrrrrrghhhhh!" He screamed in pain, as his finger git chopped off.
The sound of his voice was irritating. "I don't want weak men in my gang. Lock him him for a week, with no food and water. Torture him everyday, if he makes it out alive he can join us."
I looked at the rest. "I'm sure that is enough warning for you. Do not scream, I hate noise."
"Pass me the chicken wings." I told Phil.
"Yes boss."
I ate while watching the entire punishment process. After everyone had gotten a fair punishment, I made an announcement.
"You are all going to retrain for a month. Mistakes like this should never happen with my men, show me some level of respect by being the best."
"Yes boss." They all thundered.
I walked out of the room smiling in satisfaction. Phil was following me, limping from behind.
"Walk normally, will you?" His uneven steps were upsetting me.
He had picked a toe from the box. I could swear I saw relief on his face when he did but it was absent now.
"Sorry boss." He apologized.
I got to my room and tried hard to remember her scent which was faint on my bedcover now, when a knock on the door interrupted me.
"Come in." I was visibly upset. "This had better be something serious."
"We have a problem, closing a deal here in LA." Phil laid it out bare for me.
My eyes widened. "What happened? We are supposed to leave for Columbia, later on today."
"The client can't keep up his own end of the deal."
"What does he have?"
Phil listed a couple of companies and investments the client had, in order of importance.
"What's the one at the top of the list again?"
"BGG Securities?"
"Yes, that one. How much annual revenue and profit does it make?" I asked.
Phil quickly drafted it up and shared it with me. As I looked through the file, I nodded in satisfaction.
"Inform him to prepare to hand over the company to me in two days. I'll be the new CEO, that should cover up all he owes me."
"Yes boss." Phil said as he left to make necessary arrangements.
I went over to the bed, still trying to sniff her when I felt something underneath the pillow.
It was a business card. Not just any business card, but one that belonged to my woman.
I was certain because she was the first woman to lay on my bed.
Iris Chris Piers.
My smile widened when I saw what was written below it.
Secretary @ BGG Securities.
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8.9
This is my story of how to lose a mob boss in ten days.
I have a
I've been arranged to marry a monster.
Run away? Good idea. Tried that. Didn't work.
Because in my family, my father makes the rules.
And he says this wedding is happening .
But he still has a soft spot for me, his last remaining daughter.
So he offers me a deal.
Take ten days.
Get to know Sasha.
See if you change your mind.
Yeah, right.
Sasha Ozerov is a beast in Brioni.
He's ruthless, flawless, utterly unconcerned with mortals like me.
All he wants is what our marriage would bring
My family's power and the city in the palm of his hand.
But maybe, if I can make him back out of the deal...
I'll keep my freedom.
So I set out to do everything I can to drive him crazy.
I have ten days to make my husband hate me.
What happens if I start to love him instead?
8.6
I was the untouchable Mafia Queen, but my reign ended in the blood-soaked depths of a damp dungeon.
My half-sister, Kelsey, drove a rusted, sharpened spoon into my chest, screaming about the unfairness of fate.
In my past life, my father sold me to the ruthless Don Dante Blackwell as collateral to pay off his debts.
To survive, I took a black-market fertility drug, birthed his heir, and clawed my way to the throne through sheer ruthlessness.
But in the mafia world, a pregnant woman isn't a queen; she's a walking target.
I survived countless bombings and poisonings, only to be betrayed and slaughtered by my own family.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand. I had sacrificed everything to secure our survival in the empire. Why did my blood and tears only earn me a rusted spoon to the heart?
Opening my eyes again, I am seventeen, sitting in my father's drawing room.
Two black velvet boxes sit on the mahogany table.
Kelsey greedily snatches the box containing the fertility drug, her eyes gleaming with feverish triumph.
"I'll take this one, Papa."
She thinks she is stealing my golden ticket to the crown, completely unaware that she just chose a death sentence.
I lower my gaze, letting my eyelashes mask the cold, lethal amusement pooling in my eyes as I take the remaining box.
Inside is the detailed psychological profile of the Don's dead fiancée.
This time, I won't be a breeding mare fighting off assassins. I will dissect the devil himself.
7.4
I thought my life was over when my sister died, leaving me to raise her two babies in a world that wanted to swallow us whole. Then I made the mistake of a lifetime: I left a bold, humiliating voicemail for the one man I should have feared most.
Anton Oryolov.
The ruthless king of the Oryolov Bratva. A billionaire monster who rules the city with ice in his veins and blood on his hands.
I expected him to fire me. I expected him to destroy me. Instead, he gave me a choice that felt like a death sentence: sign a contract and become his.
The rules were simple. I belong to him. I live in his shadows. In exchange, he protects the children. But as the doors of his mansion locked behind me, I realized the "forced proximity" wasn't just a business arrangement. It was a cage.
He thinks he can use me as a pawn in his dark mafia games. He thinks the children are just leverage to keep me in line. But he's starting to look at me with a hunger that isn't in the contract, and I'm seeing a man beneath the monster that I never expected to find.
In the Cruel Paradise of the Bratva, loyalty is a lie and love is a weakness. Our deal is signed in ink, but it's going to end in blood.
He owns my signature. He owns my safety. Now, he wants my soul.
9.7
Blurb: She signed the divorce papers. He never signed away his obsession.
Veronica Stanford was the perfect wife-devoted, patient, and hopelessly in love. But when her billionaire husband, Jason Harper, trades her in for her treacherous best friend, Rhea, Veronica's world shatters. Broken and betrayed, she drowns her sorrows in a bar, only to be saved by a dangerously alluring stranger with emerald-green eyes and a lethal reputation: Monte "Four" Zagcanni, the ruthless heir to a mafia empire.
Four is everything Jason isn't-dark, dangerous, and devastatingly protective. When Veronica discovers she's pregnant with Jason's child, she strikes a deal with Four: a fake marriage to shield her from scandal. But what starts as a cold arrangement ignites into a passion neither can resist.
Jason, realizing his mistake too late, wants Veronica back-along with the son he never knew existed. But Four isn't a man who surrenders what's his. And Veronica? She's done being the meek wife.
Betrayal runs deep. Revenge burns hotter.
As secrets unravel-her father's bloody past, Rhea's twisted obsession, and Jason's deadly lies-Veronica must decide: trust the man who destroyed her once, or surrender to the devil who might destroy her forever.
One wants her back. The other wants her forever.
7.4
I was only fifteen when my venomous family orchestrated my doom by forcing me into an arranged marriage with mafia heir Javier Velasquez.
On our wedding night, Javier paraded strippers into our suite to show his absolute contempt, turning me into the ultimate joke of the underworld overnight.
But being a joke was a luxury compared to what came next.
Three years later, Javier needed to be a widower to marry into a heavily armed family and secure their backing for a coup.
He didn't grant me the mercy of a bullet.
Instead, he dragged me to an abandoned underground safehouse, locked me in the damp, rotting dark, and told the world I had been assassinated.
For six months, I starved in that dungeon, surviving only on the desperate hope that my family was safe.
Then, on the day of his lavish new wedding, a cruel maid kicked a plate of spoiled food onto my floor and delivered the final, fatal blow.
"Annabel is dead. Pined away and died of a broken heart two weeks ago."
My gentle mother was dead, all because she actually believed his lie about my tragic murder.
Driven by pure agony and an all-consuming hatred, I shattered crates of smuggled chemical solvents and struck a match, letting the roaring inferno turn their bloody wedding into my funeral pyre.
I thought the fire was the end.
But when I opened my eyes, the suffocating smoke vanished, replaced by the biting chill of a Long Island winter.
I was standing in the snow, back on the exact day my descent into hell began.
This time, the terrified girl was dead, and I would use their own ruthless rules to tear their empire apart.
8.0
For ten years, I played the safe, "wolfless" emotional support animal for my werewolf best friend, Finn, secretly loving him while he chased his toxic ex.
When she got engaged to a rival Alpha, he dragged me across the country to crash the mating ceremony, only to abandon me at the airport.
His terrifying older brother, Alpha Knox, picked me up instead and shattered my world with one sentence: Finn had always known how I felt, and he intentionally weaponized my devotion.
To prove how little I meant to him, Knox orchestrated a cruel test at a seedy Rogue club.
While I sat right next to Finn in a sticky booth, Knox sent over a stripper.
"You don't mind, right, Sloane? It's just a gift," Finn slurred.
Without hesitating, he let the stripper straddle him right in front of me, burying his face in her neck to chase away the pain of his ex.
A decade of my blind loyalty turned to ash in that smoke-filled room.
I hated my defective, wolfless biology, but I hated him more for treating me like a stray dog begging for scraps.
Why did I waste my entire youth protecting a male who didn't even see me as a woman?
Suffocating on shame and fury, I fled to the cramped club bathroom to hide.
*Click.*
The deadbolt slid into place, and the intoxicating scent of a violent thunderstorm and spent gunpowder swallowed me whole.
Alpha Knox Crawford stood against the locked door, his merciless eyes pinning me to the sink.