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 5
"She's agreed to the plan," Black said over the phone. "Doctor Fiore is on his way to your place. He will introduce her to your parents." With that, I hung up the phone.
I slid the books aside and entered the PIN to unlock the safe, hidden within the bookshelf. Just as I reached inside, my phone vibrated in my pocket. A call had come in.
I glanced at it, realizing it was from my biological brother. "What have you been up to?" I shot at him immediately. I answered the call.
"Clubbing and dealing with some New York mafia families," Adam answered, and I scoffed.
"Be careful there in America..." I warned. "And when the hell are you planning on returning?" I questioned my twenty-six-year-old brother, who had refused to be adopted while we were kids at the orphanage home.
"My flight is in four days." He answered, and I huffed.
"Bet when you're back here, I'm gonna have you grounded and stop you from dealing with drugs because you're going overboard with traveling to Sicily to make a stupid deal with some New York families who might get you killed, leaving no evidence," I stated, concerned.
As unconcerned as I am, I don't joke with my brother. We have been through a lot of shit over the past years when we lost our parents, and I, as the elder brother, have been a weak ass going through a psychological disorder and shit. Adam was the only person who had stood by me, even though he was only eight then.
I had built my drug business without my parents' knowledge because I didn't want to rely on their fortune. When I finally succeeded in the mafia world, I was determined to protect my brother, who was the one person in the world I couldn't bear to lose, and not in a foreign, messed-up land like New York, where I had many enemies looking for a weakness that could pull me down.
"You are making me reconsider moving back." Adam teased, seeming to be aware that I meant every damn word I had told him.
"If you don't return in four days, I'm gonna have my men bring you myself." I threatened.
"Mi stai facendo paura." He said with a laugh, and I smirked at how he always says ' I'm scaring him' whenever I activate my elder brother mode. "I need your help about a lady whom---"
"Let's talk in person if you wanna talk to me about a lady." I cut in, ending the call even before he could say a word.
Well, damn, people called Adam!
Why are they so all about ladies? I cussed internally, remembering the story Mrs. Stone, my adoptive mother, always tells the young me and Ginevra about how Adam got misled by a woman, and that's what always happens to my Adam brother!
"Sullivan!" Gin called from the hallway. I could hear her approaching footsteps as I put my phone inside the safe and locked it.
I arranged the books that covered the safe, and Gin walked in.
"Mum wants you downstairs." She told me, and I turned to look at her autistically. "The lady who is said to serve you is downstairs. You need to meet her." She added, and I made a smug smile, which she didn't notice.
I walked with my sister to the living room and had my seat beside her while my mum stopped the conversation she was having with Doctor Fiore, an ally of mine.
"Dear." She called with her warm motherly smile, which always had me smile back reflexively. "Here is Micah." She pointed at a lady, and I raised my head at the said 'Micah, quirking my mouth on both sides as I raised my ever so gentle face. "She will be your assistant and will be serving you henceforth."
My eyes met with the eyeballs I rarely see; they were green, looking furiously at me. Her red curly hair was packed into a ponytail, and her curvy body had me hard already.
"Introduce yourself." Doctor Fiore muttered to her, while my eyes danced around her, unable to keep a stable glance at her.
The green-eyed lady with fabulous red hair looked adamant at first, and I could tell she was just as stubborn as Black had said.
"I'm Micah." She pronounced hostilely, her stare tightening on me as if trying not to glare at me. "Your assistant." One could feel her sarcastic reply, and I would be smirking right now, but instead, I'm busy dancing my eyeballs around the living room.
"Please treat my brother well." Ginevra got on her feet. "With respect. He's older than you." She added, seeming to have noticed how rude the redhead girl was towards me, and it does seem as though Micah just got recorded in Gin's bad book.
My little sister walked away, unable to keep up with Micah's attitude, and my mother smiled, glancing at Micah. "Sorry about that." She apologized with a smile. "I hope you two get along." She smiled warmly at Micah, who faked a smile in response.
"I'd be on my way." Doctor Fiore rose to his feet, and my mother escorted him out of the room. The green-eyed lady remained seated on the couch, her piercing gaze fixed on me, and I tried not to meet her eyes.
When I heard my mother and the doctor had exited through the door. My eyes slowly met with Micah's green orb, and she looked at me in surprise. But she was in for more surprises.
"Follow me," I commanded, strictly wanting to introduce her to my ROP, the Room of Pleasure. I bought her to be my submissive after all.
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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.