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 6
As if being auctioned off wasn't enough. I was given strict instructions by those gangsters to do as said, and if I dared disobey, I would be killed, not only me but my mother and pathetic father!
And now what? I'm being commanded by an autistic guy who just switched mode.
Although I was left aghast at how he said those words clearly without stuttering or talking like one who's suffering from ASD, I stood still, not attempting to follow him.
I'm done being an obedient pup!
He turned back, raising those familiar blue eyes which resembled those of Adam, but I was still in my stern gaze.
"Well..." He called.
"Mr Sull---" I opt for him to remind me of his name, and suddenly he drifted back to his autistic state, and my eyelashes could come off from my eye at how I raised them surprisingly at him.
"Dear, are you beginning to converse with Micah?" Mrs Stone walked forward, and I took a quick glimpse at her, then back to her son, who was having me crack my head at the sudden change of disorder.
"She... won't check my room out." The autistic guy stammered, and his mother gave me a friendly look.
"Is that so, Micah?" She smiled at me while I tried to get used to what was happening.
"Huh---" I couldn't even process my words well.
"Please be good to him, he's trying his best to be sociable." Mrs Stone muttered to me, and I smiled in return, glancing at the blue-eyed guy whose name I can't even remember.
"Let's go." I offered standing up, and the guy smiled at his mother, his brows not giving it a rest at flickering.
He led the way, climbing on the well-furnished stairs, making some noisy footsteps that had me disliking him at that moment.
I glanced back, and his mother ushered me to hold him as he climbed the stairs, and I smirked internally, glancing back at her son.
What am I? From sex-slut-for-hire to babysitter? Or an autistic nanny? Jesus Christ!
He opened the door for me, and I bit my lips, finding it weird to enter his bedroom because every man's bedroom that I enter is because I'm hired to come sleep with them.
"Get in." His voice was thick, and I glanced at him, seeing that he was no longer acting autistic.
Probably he's a come-and-go autistic patient.
"To do what?" I fired at him. "Am I to serve you in the bedroom as well?" I asked sarcastically, checking him out.
Well, he's hot.
Yes, I had to admit it with his oceanic blue eyes and comb-over black hairstyle.
He was wearing a white shirt that stopped at his knees, and the rest of his legs were naked, showing off his spectacular biceps.
I must say, he's my type. But am I going to be fucking an autistic dude who might rant me out to his parents?
"We will see about that." He finally answered my question, and I scoffed at him, wondering what kind of autistic patient he was.
I entered his room, looking around while he shut the door behind me, giving me some time to explore the room with my eyes.
There was a medium-sized bed with a closet at one side and a door, which I assumed to be the bathroom.
On the other side, there was this weird, huge bookshelf with well-arranged books. A chair and table were beside the bookshelf, making it seem as though it was a study room.
"Are you done with staring?" He threw the question at me, and I rolled my eyeballs facing him.
"I still don't get why you want me in your bedroom," I said, unable to get rid of my negative thoughts.
"What do you think?" He mentioned, and I gave a self-satisfied smile, walking closer to him, but I was wise enough not to get too close.
Who knows if he might get back to his autistic self and scream, attracting the attention of his mother and his rude sister, whom I already dislike. "You don't only want me as an assistant, right?" I say, raising a finger, and I dare put it on his chest. "What a nice chest that you have there," I commented, amused at how muscular his chest was.
"You're playing with me." He pronounced, his face written with seriousness, and I liked it.
In short, I wish to run my hand on that pretty face of his and his lips... Damn! This psycho is crazily sexy.
"What? Aren't I here to serve you? Better we get something done before your maniac..." I paused. "Autistic episode." I reworded with a seductive smile.
"I see you're more forward than I thought." He said, grabbing my hand in a tight grip, before I could groan, he dragged me closer to the bookshelf, and God knows what he did that had the bookshelf making a sound, opening.
I raised my surprised eyes at this dude whose name I still can't remember, his name, but he wasn't even looking at me.
Before I knew it, I was walking down some iron staircase, with him still dragging me. I bet my wrist is already red from how tight he was holding it.
He finally let go of my wrist, but I wasn't concerned about that as I ran my eyes around the dark room he brought me to, my heart beating and multiple thoughts running through me.
Is he a hired killer? Or a patient who derives joy in killing females like me? Or--- I was stepping backward in fear, thinking that this surveillance or Sullivan of a guy is a true psycho when the light finally came on, brightening the underground room.
I immediately glanced at him, seeing that he was pulling off his shirt, and I didn't even spare him a stare as I looked back at the room standing in front of me.
There was a king-sized bed which had a canopy in the middle, unlike the upper bedroom, and a wooden wardrobe that had iron doors with a drawer at one side of the room.
There were handcuffs, rope, tape, and cable ties on the drawer and I didn't even bother to check the remaining equipment on the cupboard as my eyes ran to the left side of the bed where there was a huge cage that could fit three adult people and there was two cushion placed side by side with an iron cuff that was hanging from the roof of the cage.
There was also a door beside the cage that looked like the unpainted wall of the bedroom, and overall, the room gave off a dark aura that would have made me scream if I hadn't been a sex slut.
I met with the eyes of Sullivan, and he was looking emotionless at me; he was topless with different tattoos designed on his body, and it felt as if I was with the real demon himself. His shorts were hanging from his waist to his knees, and I could see his abs and all, but that wasn't the case. I'm still confused about why I'm standing in this godforsaken place and staring at him like a dumbass.
I couldn't find the right word to converse with him, and all I could do was stare directly into his blue orb, still trying to process what to say because right now, I'm going insane at what I just saw.
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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.