RUINED BY THE MAFIA CEO
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"You're mine now, Brittany." He whispered in my ears. I froze. I don't remember telling him my name.
Zayne...Zayne...oh God. Now, I remember why his name sounded so familiar...but it was too late, I thought as I lost consciousness.
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Brittany's life has been full of heartbreaks and pain, from her father's death to her mother's manipulation and abuse, while using religion as a weapon.
She grews up with fear, guarding her virginity like a cloak because of her mother's constant words in her ears.
Until she meets Zayne, known throughout New York as the CEO for his ruthlessness, he turns out to be Mafia too.
Zayne claims her as his refusing to let her go. Will Brittany grow to love him and give him a chance after what he did to her?
What happens when she's the only one who can save him from enemies flocking around him?
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"I'm letting you go, doll." He mumbled as he held on to me, his eyes growing weak.
My heart twisted in my chest as tears fell down my cheeks.
No... "I don't regret a thing. You taking me was the best thing that ever happened to me."
RUINED BY THE MAFIA CEO Chapter 1
BRITTANY'S POV
"Get out of bed, Brittany!" Margie yelled before grabbing my legs and pulling me out of bed. I hit the floor with a thud, my head banging against the floor of my room.
"Ouch!" I cried out, clutching my head as I felt my head sting with so much pain, I could have sworn I saw stars in front of my eyes.
I forced myself to my feet and glared daggers at Margaret.
"What the hell was that for?"
She glared back, and snickered at me.
"You promised to come with me to the club today. And I come and find you in bed? You bitch!" She scoffed.
She moved to my wardrobe and threw them open as she started to rummage my clothes.
"Go take a shower, I'll pick a dress for you. Hurry up! Or I'm coming in there and I'll drag you out." She stated in a threatening tone.
Groaning, I dragged myself to the bathroom. There was no need arguing with Margie when she got like this.
She had been trying to get me to go to the club with her for months ever since she got a new job and moved to Los Angeles.
I had moved too because well, I had nothing waiting for me back at New York and my aunt was more than glad to see me leave.
Margie and I have been roommates ever since. Though we could never be more different. She was wild, a party animal and popular with the guys and I was just well, Brittany.
I quickly showered and stepped out of the bathroom in my towel.
I took one look at the dress Margie had laid out for me and her mischievous smile and froze.
"There's no way in hell I'm wearing that! My mother would roll in her grave if I did."
I suspected the dress would barely skim my thighs, and it looked too revealing even though I was yet to put it on.
"Oh come on, it's a club. Just try it on."
Reluctantly, I went to my wardrobe and got my underwear and quickly slipped into them before reaching for the dress.
"No way, Margie!"
The dress was too short. It showed too much of my boobs and it covered little. My thighs and laps were on full display and the dress didn't even have a hand.
She took one look at me and giggled excitedly, clapping her hands like a three year old.
"You're definitely going to get laid in that. You look perfect! Let's go!" She urged.
I eyed her own outfit, and I realized I was probably more decently dressed than she was.
Arguing with her was pointless as usual. I grabbed one of her bags and stuffed my things into it and allowed her to drag me out to her car.
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Margie was nowhere to be found. She had abandoned me at the bar the moment we got here and I had no idea where she went.
She was probably getting slammed in one of the bathrooms. So like, Margie.
Reluctantly, I ordered a drink. I had no experience with alcohol and I was feeling a bit daring and decided to ask for something strong.
After the second shot, I was feeling lightheaded and my head was buzzing with excitement.
The loud club music was suddenly louder, and I could hear people shouting.
Liking how the alcohol made me feel, I ordered another shot and when the bartender poured me one, I moved to the dance floor, the glass in my hand.
There were so many people, all gyrating against each other's bodies, their movements in sync with the beat blasting from the speakers.
It was a madhouse and I suddenly found myself in the middle of the chaos and I was digging it.
I was just one girl, in the middle of it all, lost in my own world as I moved my hips to the beat of the song, occasionally sipping the drink in my hand.
I turned at a point and bumped into a wall. I stared up into the most intense eyes I had ever seen.
I tried to move away but something held me in place. There was something about him, something so strong and potent, just the sight of him had me transfixed to the spot.
I watched as he closed the distance between us, his hands slipped around my waist just as a slow song came on.
He spinned me and the glass fell from my hand shattering to the ground but I barely noticed.
My hands went round his neck as we swayed to the beat of the music, our gazes locked.
There was something about the way he looked at me that made my blood heat up in minutes.
His hands moved slowly downwards until they were on my ass.
I gasped when he squeezed my ass softly, I looked up at him in alarm and I was embarrassed when I felt moisture gathering in my core.
What the hell was happening?
I was sexy dancing with a stranger in a club!
What if he was a serial killer? Or a Mafia King?
He moved even closer to me, and I could suddenly smell him, feel his breath on my neck.
My senses shut down for several seconds and before I could stop anything, he was kissing me.
He pinned me against him, giving me no room to struggle as his lips ravaged mine.
I clung to him, grabbing the front of his shirt in a tight grip, as I returned his kiss as much as I could.
God, the man could kiss! I moaned into his mouth as I pressed my body closer and closer, wanting to feel him so badly.
I felt his hardness against me and I yelped in surprise and pulled away from him, breathing hard.
But his hands didn't leave my waist.
His dark eyes held mine as he lowered his head and whispered in my ear, "Let's get out of here."
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RUINED BY THE MAFIA CEO of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.6
I moaned out his name. "Damien, you are not trying hard to get me, yet .."
He smirked and whispered to my ears. "I like being hard, Not "trying" hard."
When Lila Sinclair's mother is sentenced to life in prison, her world collapses overnight. With nowhere else to go, she is taken in by Sebastian Blackwood, her mother's former lover. A powerful, reserved man who agrees to shelter her under strict conditions.
Lila is placed in his household... and into a life she never asked for, sharing a roof with two stepbrothers who change everything.
Damien is danger wrapped in charm...intense, controlling, and impossible to ignore. Ethan, on the other hand, is steady, kind, and grounding...the only place she feels safe when everything else feels like it's slipping away.
But Lila's situation comes with a hidden clause: her stay in the country is temporary. Within 365 days, her legal protection expires. To remain, she must marry one of the Blackwood heirs.
One house. Two brothers. Twelve months of blurred lines, buried secrets, and emotions she was never meant to feel.
As desire clashes with safety and passion wars with peace, Lila is forced into a choice that could secure her future...or destroy it completely.
8.4
Grace, after three years of silence from a crash that stole her voice and family, finally uttered a hoarse syllable. It was her first sound, a breakthrough she desperately wanted to share with Josiah, her childhood protector. Instead, through a slightly ajar door, she heard his careless chuckle, followed by a sharp, entitled voice.
Alexandria's voice sliced through the air: "Josiah, are you really planning to bring that little mute to the banquet? She's a walking trailer park tragedy. It's embarrassing." Grace froze, waiting for Josiah to defend her. He didn't. Instead, he sighed, calling her "a responsibility" and "a lifeless ghost," then pulled Alexandria closer.
The words were serrated blades. Her silent devotion, her self-erasure for his peace, had made her a punchline. He was relieved she was broken. The bitter realization of his betrayal ignited a cold, white-hot fury.
Wiping away tears, Grace met Josiah, feigning her usual submissive smile, and quietly refused his "hush money." As he walked away without a glance, her inner voice was clear, sharp, and resolute: "I'm done playing your game."
7.2
Genevieve woke up choking on her own blood, a fatal gash tearing through her abdomen. The memories of a primitive world crashed into her mind—she had transmigrated into the body of a sadistic beastman Mistress.
But the five powerful beastmen "mates" standing over her hadn't come to her rescue. They had come to watch their tormentor die.
"We should just leave her," Kameron sneered coldly. "The scavengers will clean up the mess."
Gilberto spat in disgust, while Angelo, a silver-scaled snake-man, trembled in pure terror at the sight of her. The original owner had whipped them, humiliated them, and driven another mate to suicide. Now, they were letting her bleed out in the mud, their eyes filled with undisguised loathing and satisfaction.
She was a top-tier apocalyptic survival expert, yet here she was, paying the ultimate price for a stranger's monstrous sins. It was a bitter, unacceptable irony to die helplessly in the dirt while her supposed protectors waited for her corpse to rot.
She refused to accept this ending.
Forcing a chaotic surge of energy through their shared Biological Link, she brought all five men to their knees in agonizing pain, commanding them to carry her back. In the dark cave, without a single scream, she plunged her bare hands into a fire and brutally cauterized her own gaping wound with searing ash. As the beastmen stared in horrified awe at the unbreakable soul now occupying the tyrant's body, Genevieve wiped the blood from her face and began to rewrite her fate.
8.6
In my past life, the Cerberus strain leaked, turning the world into a blood-soaked hell of rotting flesh and mutated monsters.
I thought my boyfriend Declan and my best friend Hailee would have my back as we fled the quarantine zone.
Instead, when the surging crowd of the infected cornered us, they didn't hesitate.
They shoved me backward into the horde just to buy themselves three seconds to run.
As I fell into the mud, I saw them fleeing without a single backward glance.
"She's dead weight anyway!" Hailee screamed.
"Just keep running, she'll distract them!" Declan yelled back.
I was torn apart, feeling the agonizing tear of rotting teeth sinking into my neck and the hot spray of my own blood.
Before the apocalypse, my greedy uncle had locked away my ten-million-dollar trust fund, leaving me with nothing but a fake boyfriend who only wanted me for my money.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand how the people I loved most could trade my life for a head start.
Why did I blindly trust them? Why didn't I see through their perfectly choreographed lies?
Opening my eyes again, the stench of decaying flesh vanished, replaced by the sterile smell of my college dorm room.
Hailee and Declan were standing over my bed, faking tears of concern over my meningitis fever.
I was back exactly seven days before the world ended, and my spatial vault ability had come back with me.
This time, I'm extorting my uncle for every cent, hoarding the city's supplies, and leaving them all to rot.
8.1
Born into luxury, Hermione Watson-Pierce has always felt like merely a pawn in her parents' ruthless game of power. She learned to suppress her emotions, earning herself the title of the "Ice Queen."
Just then, Aiden Mendes bursts into her life-a charming playboy known for his reckless reputation. Aiden chooses to cope with his inner turmoil through a lavish lifestyle, using his charisma and striking looks to keep others at bay.
A looming threat forces them to face a contracted marriage or risk losing their inheritance. When they first meet, Aiden is struck by an unexpected attraction, as if it were love at first sight. Yet, his notorious reputation precedes him, and Hermione makes no effort to hide her disdain.
As their contractual marriage evolves into a battle of wills, Aiden must work to melt Hermione's icy heart, proving that he is more than what meets the eye. But can he persuade her to rise above her prejudices and bravely pursue love?
7.1
I was the Architect who built the digital fortress for the most feared Don in New York.
To the world, I was Brendan Wiggins’s silent, elegant Queen.
But then my burner phone buzzed under the dinner table.
It was a photo from his mistress: a positive pregnancy test.
"Your husband is celebrating right now," the caption read. "You are just the furniture."
I looked across the table at Brendan. He smiled and held my hand, lying to my face without blinking.
He thought he owned me because he saved my life ten years ago.
He told her I was just "functional." That I was a barren asset he kept around to look respectable, while she carried his legacy.
He thought I would accept the disrespect because I had nowhere else to go.
He was wrong.
I didn't want to divorce him—you don't divorce a Don.
And I didn't want to kill him. That was too easy.
I wanted to erase him.
I liquidated fifty million dollars from the offshore accounts only I could access. I destroyed the servers I had built.
Then, I contacted a black-market chemist for a procedure called "Tabula Rasa."
It doesn't kill the body. It wipes the mind clean. A total hard reset of the soul.
On his birthday, while he was out celebrating his bastard son, I drank the vial.
When he finally came home to find the empty house and the melted wedding ring, he realized the truth.
He could burn the world down looking for me, but he would never find his wife.
Because the woman who loved him no longer existed.
