Roses never fade

For seven years, I was his eyes. But the moment he regained his sight, he decided to marry someone else. Seven years of devotion couldn't buy his heart. I gave him back his dignity. Now that he was restored as the Godfather of the New York Mafia, he laughed with others, degrading me to the status of a mere "mistress." He thought I didn't understand Italian, but I heard him loud and clear: he was going to marry his first love. He arrogantly believed I would always love him, willing to stay in his penthouse like a caged bird. But he was wrong. I boarded a one-way flight to Australia. Dante, I don't want you anymore. By the time he returned home, he would have lost me forever. But a sore loser refuses to concede. Even if he had to burn the world to the ground, he would search for me and beg for my forgiveness.

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Chapter 7

I came back for one reason only: my passport.

It was locked in a safe at the estate, hidden in my old, tiny room.

I thought the house would be empty at this hour.

I was wrong.

I slipped in through a side door, shaking the rain off my coat.

Laughter drifted down the hallway, light and carefree.

The sound came from the music room.

I should have turned around right then.

But my feet carried me forward, pulled by an invisible force.

I stopped dead in my tracks at the open double doors.

Dante sat at the grand piano, his posture straight and elegant.

He was playing Liebestraum (Love Dream).

It was a song he had composed while blind, born in the darkness that had once consumed him.

He used to play it for me at 3:00 AM, in the quiet hours when the pain in his eyes was unbearable.

He had told me the melody was the sound of my voice.

Now, he was playing it for her.

Sofia sat on the bench beside him, far too close.

She rested her head on his shoulder, her fingers dancing lightly over the keys, pretending to play along with him.

She looked up, her gaze landing on me standing in the doorway.

A glint of malice flashed in her eyes.

"Oh, look, Dante," she cooed. "The help is back."

Dante's hands faltered on the keys.

The music stopped abruptly.

He turned around.

His eyes met mine across the room.

"Elena," he said softly, a defensive edge to his voice. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm packing," I replied.

"Don't be rude, Dante," Sofia chided gently, placing a possessive hand on his chest. "Finish the piece. I love this song. You wrote it for me, right?"

Dante looked at me.

He knew.

He knew that I knew.

But he didn't correct her.

"Yeah," he said, his deep gaze never leaving my eyes, cold and unwavering. "I wrote it for you, Sofia."

Something deep inside me snapped.

The last, vital lifeline was severed.

Sofia smiled triumphantly.

She leaned in closer.

She kissed his lips.

It wasn't a light peck; it was a declaration of ownership.

Dante didn't push her away.

He didn't flinch.

He just closed his eyes and let her kiss him.

I stood there and watched them.

I watched the man I had pulled back from the brink of despair kiss the woman who had abandoned him.

I didn't scream.

I just turned and walked away.

The rain was coming down harder now, turning into a thunderstorm.

I didn't seek shelter.

I walked straight into the deluge.

The water mixed with the tears on my face, making them indistinguishable.

I was free.

I had nothing left to lose, because he had taken the last thing I truly owned.

My memories.

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Isabella Hart thought her Valentine's Day plan was perfect: propose to her boyfriend, celebrate in the Maldives, and finally start the life she'd dreamed of. Instead, she walked into his office and found him kissing his assistant who was also her friend. Heartbreak turned to fury and before she could stop herself, she shoved the engagement ring meant for him onto the finger of a stranger with cold gray eyes. The stranger looked at her, amused, and said, "I do." Moments later, her ex called that stranger Boss. Luciano Moretti, the stranger, was no ordinary man. He was the quiet, ruthless king of New York's underworld, the man people whispered about but never dared to name aloud. What began as a viral mistake became a dangerous entanglement of power, lies, and a love too forbidden to survive the truth.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.3

Becoming the Mafia Don's Pet

9.3

In this intense billionaire romance, a young woman finds herself trapped in the dangerous world of the Italian underworld. When she becomes the personal obsession of a powerful and ruthless mafia don, her life changes forever. Forced into a submissive role as his 'pet,' she must navigate a landscape of luxury, violence, and unexpected desire. As secrets emerge and loyalties are tested, she struggles to survive the dark possessiveness of her captor.

Billionaire Mafia Romance

9.7

Escaping The Cage: I Married His Worst Enemy

9.7

My husband, the Capo of New York, gripped my hand as we walked into the soundproofed room. He wasn't there to save me. He was there to watch the family doctor carve out my mind. A stranger named Sofia claimed I had sold her to a brothel twelve years ago. It was a lie. But Dante looked at me with cold marble eyes, believing the woman sobbing in his arms over the wife he had vowed to protect. "Sit, Elena," he ordered. He strapped me into the chair. He watched as they injected liquid fire into my veins to force a confession. He dragged me to the kennels, forcing me to feed the dogs I was terrified of, and watched as they tore into my flesh. He even locked me in a freezer to "cool off" my jealousy. The final straw wasn't the pain. It was hearing him plan a Vow Renewal with Sofia, intending to parade me as her Maid of Honor to teach me humility. I realized then that Elena Moretti had to die. So, I set the hospital room on fire. I left my wedding ring in the ashes and vanished into the night. Six months later, Dante found me in Paris. He fell to his knees, begging for forgiveness. I looked at him with dead eyes and handed him a knife. "Kill yourself," I said. "That is the only way I will believe you are sorry."

Mafia Modern Romance

7.3

IDNAPPED ON WEDDING DAY AND BONDED TO THE MAFIA KING

7.3

e didn't come to stop my wedding to Daniel. He came to claim me for himself. One moment I was walking toward "I do" - toward Daniel, my safe, predictable future. Next, his men stormed the church, and I was dragged from the altar in my lace dress, veil torn, dreams shattered. I became the prize of the most dangerous man in the city. Eric Moretti. The Mafia King. Cold eyes. Sinful mouth. Hands that have ended lives... and now own mine. "Daniel can't protect you," he growled against my ear that first night, locking me in his penthouse. "He never could. But me, Seraphina? I'll owe you. Cherish you. Destroy anyone who looks at you twice. You're mine now." I fought him. I screamed. I clawed. He pinned my wrists above my head and showed me exactly what resistance costs. But somewhere between the silk sheets and the dangerous midnight confessions, hate began to blur with something far more terrifying-need. His touch sets my skin on fire. His voice commands my pulse. And when he looks at me like I'm the only light in his dark world, I forget Daniel's name. I forget I was ever meant to be someone else's bride. "I should let you go," he admits one night, lips trailing down my throat. "Send you back to your safe little life with Daniel. But I'm a selfish bastard. And you... You've gotten under my skin, Bella." But in his world, love is a death sentence. Enemies circle. Betrayal festers. And when they come for him, they'll have to go through me-the bride who stopped being a captive the moment I chose to stay. They say the Mafia King has no heart. They're wrong. He gave it to me-and I'll burn this city down before I let anyone take it from him.me to add more tension between Eric and Daniel, or make Daniel a bigger threat?

Mafia Modern Romance

9.6

Rebirth Of A Mafia Heiress

9.6

Betrayed and murdered by her own family, a mafia heiress is granted a second chance at life through rebirth. Returning to the past with her memories intact, she vows to dismantle the treacherous organization that destroyed her. To succeed, she must navigate a dangerous world of crime while forging an unexpected alliance with a powerful man. Driven by vengeance, she seeks to reclaim her legacy and find love amidst the rising shadows.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.2

Rising From Ashes: The Mafia King's Bride

9.2

I discovered the dark secret my stepmother Beatrice had been hiding for years. When I threatened to expose the truth to the mafia, my half-brother Angelo and step-sister Carmella locked me in an abandoned Brooklyn warehouse. Carmella stood there in my mother's expensive silk dress, her voice sweet and venomous as she confessed how she had meticulously stolen my life and my father's love. Angelo looked at me with cold indifference, pouring gasoline over my feet before striking a match. "You're insane for threatening to break the code of silence," they laughed, leaving me to burn alive to protect their stolen thrones. My own father turned a blind eye, letting his trueborn daughter turn to ash just to maintain the illusion of his perfect family. The smell of charred flesh filled my throat. Until I died, I didn't understand. I had bled for our survival, even taking a bullet for the terrifying Moretti Matriarch. Why did my father let the bastard children of a Chicago bootlegger steal my inheritance and murder me? Opening my eyes again, the phantom heat of the inferno faded into a cool New York afternoon. I was seventeen again, sitting in the backseat of a Cadillac, just returning from my three-year exile in Switzerland. This time, I wouldn't just scream. I would marry the terrifying Prince of New York and watch my stepmother's entire bloodline burn.

Mafia Modern Romance

Roses never fade

Chapter 7

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