OWNED BY THE RUTHLESS MAFIA
I was never supposed to step into his world.
I was just a daughter trying to survive the wreckage of a father's mistakes. A quiet girl living a small, careful life-until one night shattered everything I thought I knew about fear, power, and possession.
They say the mafia doesn't forgive.
They say debts are paid in blood.
They never warned me that sometimes, the price is a woman.
Luciano De Luca.
The name alone makes men lower their voices and avert their eyes. A king without a crown. A devil in a tailored suit. He rules the underworld with calculated brutality, commanding loyalty through fear and obedience through bloodshed. To him, mercy is a weakness-and love is a lie told by foolish men before they die.
Luciano is not a man you reason with. He is power, violence, and control wrapped in a deadly calm. A mafia king who destroys without mercy and takes without permission.
When my father fails to pay his debt, Luciano takes me instead.
I become his collateral.
His punishment.
His possession.
Trapped in his world of blood and secrets, I am nothing more than a reminder of betrayal-kept under his watch, bound by his rules, and stripped of every illusion of freedom. Luciano made it clear from the start: I am not his guest. I am not his lover. I am not free. I am his possession. He watches me like a predator studying prey-cold, assessing, waiting for me to break. He expects fear to reduce me to nothing. He expects me to beg. To submit.
But I don't.
And that defiance ignites something far more dangerous than hatred in him.
But somewhere between the locked doors and the whispered threats, I realize something dangerous: the man who owns me is far more broken than he wants the world to know.
Luciano De Luca is ruthless-but he is not heartless. He is controlling-but barely. And every time I challenge him, every time I look him in the eyes without flinching, something dark and volatile stirs beneath his calm exterior.
Luciano doesn't love. He claims. He controls. He owns.
Yet the more he tries to crush my spirit, the more obsessed he becomes. His protection turns violent. His control turns suffocating. His eyes follow me like a promise and a threat all at once.
He says I am his weakness.
His mistake.
His curse.
Yet when enemies circle too close, it is Luciano who shields me with his body. When danger threatens, it is his voice that growls warnings, his hands that tighten possessively, his presence that promises violence to anyone who dares touch what is his.
Because once a mafia king decides you belong to him...
escape is no longer an option.
I am trapped in a golden cage built from power, luxury, and danger-but the greatest threat isn't the guns, the blood, or the men who would kill for him.
It's the way Luciano looks at me when he thinks I'm not watching.
The way his control fractures when I'm hurt.
The way his name feels dangerous on my lips.
Because loving a mafia king is not a fairy tale.
It's a war.
A war between survival and desire.
Between freedom and obsession.
Between the girl I used to be and the woman his darkness is shaping me into.
The deeper I fall into his world, the more I uncover secrets buried beneath his cruelty-betrayals that made him this way, scars that never healed, enemies that would destroy us both if given the chance. And as the line between captor and protector blurs, I'm forced to face a devastating truth:
The man who owns my body may soon own my heart.
But loving Luciano De Luca comes at a cost.
Because in his world, love is a liability.
And the moment he chooses me...
is the moment he paints a target on my back.
Will I escape the man who claims to own me?
Or will I surrender to the darkness that refuses to let me go?
In a world ruled by blood, power, and betrayal, one innocent woman will discover that the most dangerous thing of all...
is being loved by a ruthless mafia king.
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Chapter 10
The mansion was quiet when I returned. Too quiet. The storm from the night before had passed, leaving the grounds wet and gleaming in the pale dawn light. But inside, the air was thick with anticipation and danger. Every shadow seemed to shift, every floorboard groaned like a warning. I had survived my first test on my own-but I could feel the consequences settling around me like a storm yet to break.
Luciano was waiting. Not in the study, not in the main hall, but in the private library-a place I had never been allowed to enter before. The scent of leather and aged paper filled the room, but it wasn't comforting. It was a reminder that this was his world, a world I had stepped into and could never leave.
He was leaning against the desk, dark eyes fixed on me the moment I entered. His presence alone made the room smaller, heavier, suffocating. He didn't smile. He rarely did. But the intensity in his gaze told me everything: he had watched, he had judged, and he was calculating the cost of my actions.
"You returned," he said quietly. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it that made my stomach tighten. "And yet... your return does not erase the consequences of what you've done."
I swallowed, nodding. "I did what I had to do. I survived."
"Surviving is not enough," he said, stepping closer. "You act. You defy. You make choices. But everything you do... echoes. Everything you touch... leaves ripples in my world. And the world does not forgive mistakes."
I felt a chill crawl up my spine. His words were a warning, but also a test. I had stepped into a storm without fully realizing it, and now I was seeing the first consequences. A group of men had tried to move against him while I was out, testing the boundaries of his empire, and my actions had triggered a reaction.
"They came after me while I was gone," I admitted quietly. "I didn't-"
"You didn't fail," he interrupted, voice low and dangerous. "But they saw opportunity. And opportunity is dangerous in my world. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I whispered, though my mind was racing. I had seen the first signs of the retaliation-the subtle movements, the whispers among the guards, the tension that had wrapped the mansion like a noose. And I knew it would not stop.
Luciano's hand brushed against mine, light but firm, and I felt the familiar wave of suffocating control. My pulse raced. I hated him for the effect he had on me, for the way his presence made my body react despite everything I had endured.
"You are mine," he said quietly. "And because you are mine... your actions have consequences beyond yourself. This is the reality of being near me, Elena. Everything you touch, everything you risk, everything you do-it all comes back to me."
The next hours were a blur of strategy, planning, and subtle threats. Luciano summoned key members of his network, issuing orders with precise authority. I watched, learning quickly how power flowed through his veins, how loyalty and fear intertwined to create an empire that could crush men before they even realized they were under attack.
And then came the message. A rival faction had escalated, moving not just against him, but against me. They had discovered the moment of my independence-the brief taste of agency I had taken-and now they were using it as leverage. My heart dropped.
Luciano watched me closely, reading every reaction, every flicker of emotion. "They are testing you," he said. "Testing us. Testing the limits of what I will allow. And now... you will see exactly what it means to belong to me."
I felt the familiar pull, suffocating and intoxicating, as he stepped closer. "You are mine, Elena. Never forget it. And because you are mine... anyone who dares touch you... will pay."
By evening, the tension had escalated to violence. Men moved in shadows, attacks were planned, and the empire that had seemed untouchable was suddenly on high alert. I realized then the true weight of Luciano's world: there was no room for mistakes, no time for hesitation, and no mercy for those who defied him.
I was caught in the center of it, a pawn and a weapon, yet also something else-something I couldn't name. Desire, fear, defiance... all tangled together in a way that made my chest ache and my pulse race.
And Luciano was always there. Watching. Controlling. Claiming.
That night, he called me to his private balcony. The city stretched below us, lights flickering like distant stars. Rain had returned, soft now, a drizzle that made the night shimmer. He stood close, and I felt the suffocating heat of his presence pressing against me.
"You learned today," he said quietly. "You acted. You survived. But you must understand... this is only the beginning. Every choice, every risk, every moment of independence... comes with a price. And that price... is yours to pay."
"I understand," I whispered.
"No," he said sharply, gripping my wrist. His eyes burned into mine. "Do you really understand? Or do you think survival is enough?"
I shook my head, fear and desire coiling together inside me. "I... I think I understand," I admitted.
His lips brushed my ear, voice low and growling: "Understanding is meaningless until it is tested. And soon... it will be tested. You cannot escape it. You cannot escape me. And the moment your choice collides with my world... the consequences will be devastating."
I stepped back, chest heaving. The city below seemed impossibly distant, yet impossibly close. Danger was everywhere. I could feel it in the rain, in the shadows, in the tension that wrapped the mansion like a second skin. I realized with brutal clarity: there was no escaping Luciano, no escaping the consequences of my actions, and no escaping the world I had chosen-or had been forced into.
And yet, part of me wanted it. Part of me craved the danger, the thrill, the suffocating, intoxicating presence of the man who had claimed me completely.
I hated that feeling. I feared it. And yet... it consumed me.
Luciano stepped closer, dark eyes flickering with a dangerous light. "Do not forget, Elena," he whispered. "You are mine. And the moment you accept it... everything changes. Survival will no longer be enough. Obedience will no longer be enough. Desire... fear... control... all of it belongs to me."
The rain fell harder, soaking the balcony and turning the night into a blur of shadow and sound. I pressed my hand against the railing, knuckles white, heart hammering. Every instinct screamed at me to flee, to run, to escape this suffocating, dangerous pull.
But I knew, with a terrifying certainty, that there was no escape from him. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not ever.
And in that moment, I realized the brutal truth: I was trapped-not just in the mansion, not just in his world, but in the storm of his obsession.
And he... had no intention of letting me go.
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The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys.
Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero.
Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold.
I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth.
But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me."
Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again.
Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.
9.2
She loved him until she lost herself.
Now, behind locked doors and shattered glass, she must learn to breathe again.
When she first met Lloyd, he was magnetic and intoxicating. The kind of man who turned every head when he entered a room, who spoke in promises sweet enough to taste. With him, she felt chosen, cherished, and safe.
But safety was an illusion, and love became a weapon.
And slowly, piece by piece, he dismantled her until nothing of the woman she once was remained.
Now institutionalized after a breakdown, she begins to piece together the brutal truth of what really happened in the shadows of their love story. Memories sting like open wounds: the manipulation disguised as tenderness, the apologies that blurred into threats, the desperate hope that tomorrow he'd be the man she fell for again.
Yet beneath the grief and the shame, a quiet rebellion stirs, a vow to reclaim her voice, her freedom, and her life. Because this is not just a story of how she fell apart. It is a story of how she rises.
Haunting, raw, and achingly intimate, Boys like him peels back the glittering mask of a toxic love affair to reveal the kind of darkness that hides in plain sight, and the unbreakable strength it takes to escape it.
7.5
Raven Noir, stolen and sold at birth, a lethal assassin scarred by a decade-old rape, infiltrates billionaire Damien Blackwood's elite nightclub empire as stripper, her cover to get close enough to torture and kill the man who unknowingly fathered her daughter. Damien, captivated by her icy control and commanding presence, pulls her deeper with lucrative nights and charged intimacy. But when he encounters her identical twin, the buried memories flood back. Mistaking the twin for his victim, guilt drives him to propose marriage. Devastated, Raven faces an impossible choice: expose the truth, seize her revenge, or let obsession destroy them all in a dark, slow-burn thriller of betrayal and forbidden desire.
7.9
He tilted her chin up, his touch deceptively gentle.
"You're trembling," he whispered, brushing his thumb over her lips, slow enough to make her shiver.
"Is it fear..." His gaze lingered on her mouth. "Or me?"
Her pulse stuttered, betraying her. He was too close, and her body didn't seem to remember which feeling came first, terror or desire.
****
Elena Castellano never thought her father would trade her freedom to keep her safe. But after a violent attack changes everything, she is forced to marry the one man she has every reason to be afraid of, Stefano Bernardo, the ruthless heir to one of Milan's most dangerous families.
To the world, it's a union between two powerful families.
To Stefano, it's the sweetest revenge.
Stuck in a marriage built on deceit and danger, Elena must fight not only for her freedom but also for her life, because Stefano's revenge runs deeper than she ever imagined.
And if she truly wants to live, she must face the truth: the real danger isn't her husband's revenge; it's falling for him.
He married her to destroy her family.
But she might become the death of him - literally.
7.6
The drill's whine was the only thing in my world, vibrating through my skull and drowning out my own screams.
I was strapped to a cold metal table, paralyzed by wolfsbane, while surgeons bored into my hip bone to siphon my essence.
"Just a little more," the surgeon muttered. "Isabella needs the boost for the wedding photos."
They weren't saving my sister's life. They were harvesting my marrow just to make her skin glow for a picture.
I looked at the observation window, begging with my eyes.
Dante, the Alpha I had dragged from the jaws of death, stood there. He wasn't looking at me. He was holding Isabella's hand.
He didn't know I was the one who healed him. He believed her lies.
"Take it all if you have to," Dante's voice drifted through our fading mate bond. "Don't let her fade."
The drill punched through. My heart stuttered and stopped.
I died on that table, a hollowed-out husk used to feed my sister's vanity.
"Seraphina! Are you deaf?"
A sharp voice snapped me back into existence.
I gasped, clutching my hip. No blood. No drill. No pain.
I looked at the calendar on my father's desk.
I was alive. And I had exactly one year before the surgery that killed me.
I looked at my trembling hands and felt the ancient anger of my White Wolf stirring.
I wasn't going to be the sacrifice this time.
I was going to be the arsonist.
7.7
Rejected by the Lycan King, Awakened as Luna
One Night. One Rejection. One Child Who Will Rewrite the Moon.
She was never meant to survive the night she spent with the Lycan King.
Drawn into the heart of Lycan territory under a fractured moon, she crossed paths with the most feared ruler of their world-a king forged in dominance, command, and ruthless control. One night of instinct and forbidden desire bound them together in a mate bond neither could deny.
By dawn, he rejected her.
Cold. Public. Absolute.
But his cruelty hid a truth he could never speak-a prophecy written in blood and moonlight, one that promised her death if he claimed her. To protect her, he severed the bond with his own hands and cast her out, knowing she would hate him... and believing hatred was safer than love.
Banished into the snow, wounded and alone, she did not beg. She did not break.
As the cold claimed her strength, a single thought anchored her will: "I must survive."
And beneath her numb fingertips, silver light flickered-unseen, unrecognized, awakening.
She survives the exile only to discover the impossible. She carries the Lycan King's child.
A child conceived under a fractured moon. A child whispered to be born not of love, but of dominance and defiance.
While the world believes her broken, her body begins to change. Her power is not claws or combat-but something far rarer. Lunar healing flows through her veins, mending bodies and binding loyalty. Empathy awakens with it, allowing her to sense emotions, calm rage, and later... bend dominance itself. In exile, she becomes a quiet force-saving lives, gathering allies, and growing into a leader no one expected.
When the Lycan King learns the truth, regret does not drive him.
Obsession does.
He does not ask for forgiveness. He demands possession-only to find the woman he discarded no longer kneels to kings. Every forced reunion becomes a war of wills, every near-touch burns with unresolved desire, and every step closer ignites the truth he has avoided: she is no longer his weakness.
She is becoming the Luna that the moon itself has chosen.
As enemies rise within the Lycan court and rival Alphas circle the child who could unmake kings, the Lycan King faces a reckoning no crown can shield him from. To claim her heart, he must surrender more than pride. He must sacrifice power. Reputation. His throne.
And she must decide whether love-once broken-can ever be earned again... or whether her destiny lies in ruling without him.
This is not a story of gentle mates or easy forgiveness.
It is a dark, obsessive romance where survival becomes strength, power awakens through pain, and love is forged through sacrifice.
She was rejected.
She survived.
And now, the moon answers only to her.