The Mafia Boss Submissive
I've always done as my father commanded-until he sells me to a family in Sicily and I become the property of Sullivan Stone.
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I wanted her the moment I saw her-feisty, sly, and meant to be broken.
He's everything I always want to stay away from: cold, ruthless, and dangerously intent on having what he wants.
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I'll train her, tempt her, and mold her until she fits perfectly into my hands.
But what I didn't expect was how easily his darkness would pull me in-how quickly his world would become mine.
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But when she uncovers the secret that brought her to me, she'll realize survival always demands a price.
Running was never an option. And by the time I understand the truth, I'm already too deep in his game to crawl out.
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And this time, that price might be our everything!
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Chapter 2
America. New York City.
"Why the hell do you call me 'a redhead witch'?" I glared at the old man. "I already told you-I don't fuck grandpas," I snapped, storming out of the VIP clubroom.
"Yo! What's up, Micah?" Ricky shouted, trailing behind me as loud rap music blasted from every corner of the club.
"Don't tell me you confessed to Friday again," I say, walking to another hallway, where there are crowds of people dancing and drinking.
"You are the reason why Friday won't say she loves me back."Ricky whistled.
"Well." I stopped on my track, glancing at him. "Her life isn't some fucking boring fiction, you know. Just continue fucking her, and your relationship will go on smoothly. Cut the bullshit called love. Can it even be the name of an animal?" I said with disgust and gave him a purse. "You know who to give the drugs to."
I strolled to the other clubroom, which is less noisy with strippers pole dancing and rich folks laughing and getting lap dances from some slut like me.
"Micah!" Adam called, and I smiled at him as he walked closer to me, then we kissed.
"Hi." I greeted softly, my eyes raised at him, and his hand was on my waist, trailing to my butt.
I'm Micah Taylor. Red hair. Sharp tongue. And a past no girl should carry.
My father is my "manager." That's what he calls it when he hands me off to men who want me in their beds.
It started when I was twenty, after his friend forced himself on me. The same man who'd been eyeing me since I was eighteen. I didn't break that night, but I discovered how cruel the world could be.
I was well compensated with a huge ransom of money, but that didn't stop me from depression.
My mother soon came to know that her husband's friend had done that to me; on her way home to find out from me, she got into a fatal accident, and we needed money for her surgery, but there were no means except my dad's friend, who desired me in exchange for giving us the money for my mum's surgery.
So, I'm now my dad's special trader.
"They have been waiting for you." Adam's hand was finally on my butt, his blue eyeballs were calm against the red light in the clubroom, and I smiled at him.
"Well, I was negotiating with the man I was to fuck tonight. He's dead old!" I cursed, remembering the man I was to have sex with tonight, how come he is not in his andropause yet?
"Did he accept the negotiation? Or he's gonna ask for a refund from your dad?"
"Whatever," I replied, rolling my eyeballs, still in a waist hug with Adam, who has been a client of mine for a year, but we became closer when he introduced me to the drug-dealing business.
"I should go." I kissed his cheek and smiled a little before walking to the men who were seated on the sofa. All are sexually aroused by the lap dances and pole dancing from naked strippers.
Slow sensual music was playing, which made the atmosphere in the room even more erotic.
"Hello, gentlemen," I called with the seductive voice that always has many men bow to me, and my charm was my slender hourglass body and my smile. I used them-smiling seductively as I walked toward a man.
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"Here we are." Adam pulled the car to a stop in front of my dad's house, and I sighed, preparing to alight from his car. "Well... Have you given it a thought? About staying with me a little longer?" He asked, and I glanced at him.
"Hmm." I hummed.
"I'm moving to Sicily soon, and it might be my big chance in this business." He spoke, and I gave a slight shrug. "Are you worried about your dad?" He asked, and I tried to hide my fears with a fake smile.
"No, it's not about him." I lied.
"C'mon, Micah. It's time for you to ask for your fucking freedom and get away from your greedy dad. You can't be making money for him forever." Adam said, and I smiled a little.
"I will see to that. I mean, going to Sicily with you." I promised, and he leaned and kissed my neck.
"Well then, see you tomorrow." Adam bade, and I alighted from his car.
"See you at the club." I bade and watched him drive off before turning to enter my dad's house.
I breathed out when I got closer to the door. I stepped inside and walked to the living room, where I heard my dad's voice speaking to someone on the phone.
"Yes, I will surely send her to you." That was my dad, Mr. Taylor, talking, and I knew it was a client who needed my service. I sat on the sofa until Mr. Taylor showed up with a frown. "What did you do to Mr---"
"He's old." I cut in.
"We are after the money, Micah. Young or old shouldn't get in the way of our business." Mr. Taylor nagged.
"Really? Then I'd better start fucking you so you could provide me a responsible share of what I earn." I cussed with a death glare at him, and he scoffed.
"Should I remind you that your mother is still in a coma?" He pointed out that my mother's health always softened me, especially at times like this when we're about to have a heated argument. "Shall I remind you that it's because of you that she is there?" He rhetorically questioned, and I let out a huff, grasping the sofa tightly. "You better don't fuckin mess up if you still want her treatment to be paid by me, and get your redhead to business. Understood?"
"Yes." I ended up being obedient to his command. "I will not repeat the same mistake."
As much as I hate what I'm saying, I knew I gotta say it for my mother's sake. At least her medical bills are being footed with the money I make sleeping around.
"You will not even have the chance to make the same mistake. Pack up, you're leaving for Sicily first thing tomorrow morning." He announced, leaving me aghast. What happened to Sicily? I am willing to do anything for my mother, surely, but why is this city mentioned again today?
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8.2
I was trapped in a velvet booth at Le Bernardin, Arthur Sterling’s hand crawling up my knee as he whispered that my father would be in handcuffs by morning if I didn't spend the night with him.
Desperate to escape, I lunged at the only man more dangerous than Arthur—Gunnar Kirk, the "Butcher of Wall Street"—and kissed him in front of every camera in the room, thinking I was choosing the lesser of two evils.
I was wrong; Gunnar didn't just play along, he took possession, forcing me into a cold-blooded contract to be his fake fiancée to save his corporate image from an SEC investigation. While my greedy stepmother and sister were busy fighting over the diamonds he sent, I was living in terror, trying to hide the one thing that truly mattered: my infant son, hidden away with a nanny in a cramped Queens apartment. When my baby suffered a febrile seizure and I rushed to the ER, I looked up to see Gunnar standing in the doorway, his glacial eyes boring into me as he realized the "ruined" socialite was hiding a child from her past.
I tried to sabotage the wedding, setting up my fame-hungry stepsister as a decoy bride so I could flee to Switzerland with my son, but Gunnar caught me on the fire escape before I could take a single step toward freedom. He threw me over his shoulder like a sack of flour and told me that if I didn't walk down that aisle, he would personally ensure my father rotted in prison.
We stood at the altar and exchanged vows in a ceremony built on blackmail and lies, but as we walked out as husband and wife, Gunnar didn't look at me with affection; he turned to his assistant and ordered a total deep dive into the medical records I had spent a year trying to erase.
"Find out exactly what happened during those nine months in Switzerland, and tell me who that baby really belongs to."
9.4
They threw a prince into the river. A warrior climbed out.
Seven-year-old Marcus watched his parents die, betrayed by the uncle he trusted. Cast into beast-filled waters, left for dead, he should have perished. Instead, he survived-and began plotting revenge. For ten years, hiding his royal identity at a remote academy, Marcus trains in secret, driven by one burning purpose: make them all pay.
But when he finally returns to reclaim his throne, he'll uncover a truth more devastating than any betrayal: his parents are alive, and his suffering was their plan all along. Now Marcus must decide. Will he become the monster his enemies created, or the hero his broken kingdom desperately needs?
8.5
Five years ago, Nina Hale lost everything... her family, her reputation, and the man she once loved. Betrayed by her own sister and abandoned by those she trusted most, she disappeared without a trace.
Now she's back.
With a new identity and a burning determination, Nina is ready to reclaim her life and chase the dream she once gave up: becoming a star actress. But her return awakens old enemies, and her scheming sister Lydia is determined to ruin her again.
Just when Nina thinks things can't get worse, she's caught in another trap... and unexpectedly crosses paths with a quiet, lonely little boy.
Ethan Grant hasn't spoken in years.
Feeling responsible for him, Nina agrees to stay and help the child come out of his shell. But she didn't expect Ethan's dangerously charming father, Lucas Grant, to enter the picture.
Cold, powerful, and impossible to read, Lucas slowly finds himself drawn to the woman who brightens his son's world.
What begins as a simple act of kindness soon turns into something far more complicated, because Nina came back for revenge.
She never planned to fall in love.
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"I saw you with him," Lucas said quietly, but the tension in his jaw gave him away.
Nina exhaled, crossing her arms. "You don't get to care."
"Don't I?" He stepped in, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes.
"This is just a contract."
"Then why does it bother me?" His hand hovered near her waist, not touching-yet.
"It shouldn't." Her breath faltered.
His gaze darkened, "And yet it does."
9.6
My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend.
From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down."
That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny.
But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded.
I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said."
Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off."
My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers.
I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal.
Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing.
As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury.
In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho."
How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me?
Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault?
Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred?
I would not be his victim.
Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done.
I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties.
This was not an escape; this was my rebirth.
Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.
9.6
"I'm sorry, Dam," she said softly, her voice smooth as silk. "I shouldn't have walked away. I missed you."
My heart clenched.
She stepped closer, her fingers brushing against his beard like she'd done it a thousand times before. He didn't pull away.
"Selene..." Damon said again, this time lower, almost breathless.
Every inch of my body burned with disbelief. I had to look away to stop my tears from falling.
Selene's eyes flicked toward me, and for the first time, she seemed to notice I was there. Her expression didn't falter.
"And who's this?" she asked, her tone casual, almost bored.
Damon hesitated. "That's...."
"Aria," I cut in, my voice sharp. "His Luna."
Her eyes widened slightly, then her lips curved into a slow smile. "Luna?" she repeated, like the word was a joke. "Oh, you're the omega Luna?"
I felt my wolf stir inside me. Let me out, she growled.
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Aria Silver, betrayed by her father, Alpha Xander, fled her home pack and hid in the Silver Moon Pack hiding as an omega.
She built a small gym house and made a life for herself, until fate turned cruel and tied her to the very man who despised her kind.
Now mated to the cold Alpha Damon Black, who hates anything below a gamma, Aria must fight to prove her worth... or be crushed by rejection.
Will she survive the heat, or will love burn her down completely?
9.8
I was an unwanted foster kid taken in by the Goodwin family, about to marry into the wealthy Cantu family to secure my adoptive father's power.
But at my rehearsal dinner, my adoptive mother drugged my champagne, intending to have me assaulted and ruined.
The next morning, my fiancé and my sister burst into my hotel room with a swarm of reporters, pointing fingers in manufactured horror.
"You filthy whore! The engagement is over!"
My fiancé roared for the cameras, while my sister sobbed about my betrayal. They had brought the press to publicly slaughter me, justifying their own secret affair while my adoptive family cursed me as a disgusting stray.
For years, I had endured their toxic abuse, only to be thrown to the wolves so my sister could steal my life. They truly believed I was just a helpless pawn they could crush and discard.
But they didn't know I had anticipated their trap and deliberately walked into the bed of Dorian Underwood—the ruthless billionaire and the only man the Cantu family actually feared.
As I calmly hit 'send' to broadcast my fiancé's explicit sex tape to every reporter in the hallway, I met Dorian's dark, predatory gaze.
I wasn't just surviving anymore; I was going to tear both their empires to the ground.