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 4
"Your mother's condition is stable, but we haven't seen any significant improvement in the last few years." The doctor stated. "I know this isn't the news you were hoping for, but we are still monitoring her closely and are doing everything we can to ensure her comfort." He added.
"Thank you, Doctor," I said with a sigh. The doctor gave me a light squeeze on my shoulder before turning and walking away.
I glanced at my mother, her face obscured by a clear plastic mask that covered her mouth and nose. The mask was connected to a machine that was keeping her alive, and a thin tube ran from the mask to the machine. I was struck by how small and fragile she looked, lying there in the hospital bed. The mask made it hard to see her face, and I found myself wishing I could just see her smile one more time. I reached out and gently touched her hand, feeling the cold plastic of the IV tube that ran from her arm to a bag of fluid hanging above the bed.
"Mother," I called, gritting my teeth, keeping my emotions in check, still, I could feel my eyes stung with the tears that threatened to drop out of my green eyes.
It's been three years since the day she learned that her dad's friend did that act to me. I know that she's been thinking about me constantly since then, and I believe it was that stress that distracted her from the road and led to the car accident. The fact that her injuries were so severe only made the situation even more tragic. I always think about her every day, hoping that she'll recover, but the doctors are saying that it's unlikely. It's hard to accept that I may never see her smile again, that she might never wake up again.
The thought struck me so hard that I couldn't help but cry.
My mother was always a woman with a radiant smile, full of love and warmth. She was the kind of person who could light up a room with her presence. I could always count on her for a hug and a kind word, no matter what I was going through. It's hard to imagine that she'll never be that person again.
I'm willing to go as far as Sicily to save her.
I wiped off my tears and placed a soft kiss on my mother's forehead before walking out of the ward.
"Micah!" Ricky called to follow me out of the hospital.
"Yo? What's up?" I called back to my smiling and feisty self.
"Will you really go to Sicily? At such short notice." Ricky mentioned concern.
"Bro, chill," I say, walking to my car. "It's just a two-month thing," I assured him, just as my crazy father had done the night before.
He had informed me about going to Italy, and I dared not argue, but when I asked why I was going there, he only told me it's a two-month thing, and I should just obey.
Which I always end up doing.
"And Adam?" Ricky asked as I entered my car.
"Inform him about it," I say, igniting the car. "I might as well settle there if I find someone with whom I can do selling drugs." I sped off.
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I climbed out of the airplane, dragging my luggage and breathing in the fresh air of a European country.
It's dawn here with people speaking English more than Italians.
I made my way to the terminal, and soon I was out of the airport.
"Miss Taylor?" An Italian-looking guy asked.
"Yes. And you are?" I asked back.
"Welcome to Sicily." The guy said, making a finger order at some men dressed in black who walked to me, and I looked awkwardly at them. "What's going on here?" I frowned, raising my brows furiously at this man dressed in black all looking like a gangster.
"Weren't you informed?" The guy who ordered the men in black asked, and I gave another questioning frown. "You were auctioned off by Mr. Taylor, and we won the bid." He replied.
As I stood there, speechless and in shock, the words finally registered in my brain. "I was auctioned off?" I asked, still not quite believing what he had just said, and he nodded, and I could feel my head spin, but first I needed to get out of this mess. "Huh... I think you got the wrong person." I tried to fake a smile. "As a matter of fact, I'm not Micah Taylor. I'm just an imposter." I lied, trying to get away from these thug-looking men.
"Well, we will see about that." The guy made a finger command again, and I ended up on one of the men's shoulders.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" I screamed, beating the burly man who was carrying me, but I was the one feeling the pain. "Who the hell is Micah Taylor?" I shouted, unable to wrap my head around what had just happened.
The burly man tossed me into the back of the car, slamming the trunk shut with a loud bang. I felt the dark space closing in around me, and panic started to set in. I pounded my fists against the trunk door, shouting, "Help! Help!" My voice was muffled by the metal of the car, and I knew no one could hear me.
But the realization that my father had put me up for sale like a piece of property had me crying.
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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.