The Mafia's Undercover Princess
"Agent Mia, If you could meet up with this task of bringing Kraven Astor down within the space of 6 months, then consider yourself a Special Senior Agent."
All Mia requested was her due promotion, but it came with a condition just to prove how less a female was seen in the security agency.
She is supposed to go undercover to bring down the ruthless don of New York's most feared mafia clan, who seemed untouchable and undefeated, which a wrong move could cost her everything.
You know, infiltrating his empire was the plan, but falling for him was never part of it.
Now, as their worlds collide, more secrets unravel, and a forbidden passion ignites between them, and she is stuck choosing between vengeance and the man who could be her downfall.
Indeed, she was sent to bring down the Mafia, but what if that's where she actually belongs?
Will love be her greatest weapon... or her ultimate betrayal? Find out now!!!
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Chapter 4
Mia's POV
I didn't have time to think. I didn't have time to process either.
The gunfire was a blaring alarm, and my instincts kicked in without hesitation.
"Move!" Kraven snapped as he made his way forward, shoving me toward the door. Still holding on to my wrist, pulling me through the narrow hallway at a pace that left me breathless. I stumbled, trying to keep up, but I wasn't a rookie. Not in my line of work.
"I thought you said we were safe here!" I spat, tugging my arm free from his grip as we reached the exit.
Kraven's jaw tightened. His eyes were as cold as ever, and he kept scanning the surroundings like a hawk on the hunt. "Safe? You're with the Astors now. Safe doesn't typically exist."
I hated the bitter truth in his words, but it didn't stop the gnawing feeling that twisted in my gut.
We reached the back alley, the sound of shouting and more gunfire echoing from the building behind us. I could hear the tension and the chaos growing louder. My heartbeat raced in my chest, and at the same time, my adrenaline kept pumping through my veins.
"Get in," Kraven growled, jerking his head toward the sleek black car waiting a few steps away.
I didn't hesitate, not even for a moment. There was no time for hesitation, and we needed to get out of there before things went further south.
I threw open the door and slid into the passenger's seat, and Kraven followed on the other side to the driver's seat with his body close enough that I could feel the heat of his presence. But then he had all his attention fixed on the road while his hands were steady on the wheel.
"I fully understand you didn't see all these coming, Aria, but there is a lot to me that you might get to know later," he said with his voice low but with an edge I couldn't ignore. But then, before I could say anything, my eyes caught a black spotted mark on his right temple.
This was exactly the same birthmark my son had and on the same spot.
I looked away and while I was carried away with a million and one thoughts going through my mind, his words snapped me out. "I hope you got what I said?"
After half a minute of silence, I turned to him with flashing eyes. "Let's see how it goes, Astor. I only hope it's something I can handle."
His lips curled into a smirk, though there was no humor in it. "I didn't say you couldn't handle it. I'm just saying it might cost you."
I shot him a look. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
He didn't answer immediately. His jaw tightened, and for a second, I saw something dark flicker behind his eyes.
"I need you to understand that once you're in this, there's no way out. Not for you, not for me."
I bristled, hating the feeling that crept into my chest: Must I continue with this in this manner? Anyway, I think I have signed up for this.
Kraven's gaze shifted to me with his eyes narrowing, as if he was trying to see through me. "I think you're playing a dangerous game. And you're not the only one with something to lose."
The silence between us grew thick. He was right about one thing-this is likely to be more tedious than I had envisaged. I only hope it's worth it at the end of the day.
In not long enough, the car jerked to a stop, the screech of tires against the pavement making me almost want to flinch.
"We're here," Kraven muttered with a kind of tender voice.
I glanced around. We were in the middle of nowhere, and the dim glow of streetlights barely illuminated the deserted road. It felt... wrong, you know. This wasn't safe to the best of my knowledge. But then again, nothing about this world was.
Before I could say anything, Kraven had already opened the door and stepped out of the car, pulling his gun from the holster under his jacket. He didn't look back at me.
"Stay low," he ordered, his tone firm. "We've got company."
I barely had time to process his words before a black SUV screeched to a halt in front of us, blocking the only way out.
Four men stepped out, each one dressed in dark suits and carrying weapons. I wasn't shocked that I couldn't recognize any of them.
"There you go again. Giovanni's men. I see."
I could hear Kraven mutter under his breath.
"Shit." I barely cursed under my breath.
Kraven whispered right to my ears with his body rigid with readiness. "Don't move unless I tell you to."
I didn't need to be told twice. My hand hovered near the other gun he kept tucked at the back of the car. But I wasn't foolish enough to think I could take on four armed men in a standoff like this without Kraven suspecting a thing, and so I was thinking of a way not to bring in more reasons for him to suspect me.
The one that seems to be the most fierce looking-a tall man with sharp features and an even sharper glare-stepped forward. "Kraven Astor. You've got a lot of nerve."
Kraven's voice was smooth, calm, and at the same time almost cold. "You came at the wrong time. This doesn't end the way you think it will."
The man scoffed, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "We've got you surrounded. You may not escape this."
I watched the exchange from behind Kraven, and my heart pounded in my chest. This wasn't how I'd planned this. I wasn't supposed to be in the middle of a mafia war. But as I stood there, I realized something that sent a shiver down my spine.
"You don't get it, do you?" The tall guy said. "You think you can come into our territory and walk away untouched? You're more involved than you know."
That was enough to make me freeze as his words hit harder than a punch, but I didn't have to.
Kraven didn't flinch. His voice was low and dangerous. "You're playing with fire, you know. And by now, you should know that I don't lose."
Sharp cracks of gunfire rang out just the moment he dropped the last word, and I had my eyes focused to know where to channel my energy.
The tall man had his gun raised, and Kraven had already fired back.
Before I could take another breath, and pulled my own trigger right from behind where I was, everything happened at once. And when the gunfire sound had died down, I risked a careful glance around and noticed that Kraven ended up taking three down while I pulled at one of them. They all lay in the pool of their blood.
Just then, another car pulled up with a loud screeching sound against the coal-tiled pavement.
"Is this what the tall guy meant that they had us surrounded?"
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9.5
The first clue my life was a lie was a moan from the guest room. My husband of seven years wasn't in our bed. He was with my intern.
I discovered my husband, Brendan, was having a four-year affair with Kiya-the talented girl I was mentoring and personally paying tuition for.
The next morning, she sat at our breakfast table in his shirt while he made us pancakes. He lied to my face, promising he'd never love another, just before I learned she was pregnant with his child-a child he'd always refused to have with me.
The two people I trusted most in the world had conspired to destroy me. The pain wasn't something I could live with; it was an annihilation of my entire world.
So I made a call to a neuroscientist about his experimental, irreversible procedure. I didn't want revenge. I wanted to erase every memory of my husband and become his first test subject.
9.7
I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing.
During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me.
I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst.
She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side.
"Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house."
I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip.
My heart went completely dead.
So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate.
I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table.
"I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."
7.2
SYNOPSIS:
"I spent ten years scrubbing your floors, Greene. Tonight, you'll scrub mine."
Elara Vance has always been the pride the Republic until she ran away from home, fell in love with Greene Jones, a man who treated her like dirt and discarded her like she was never the girl the entire Republic feared because of her strong dominating pheromones.
Now she's back after twelve years to serve revenge to Greene Jones like a hot dish in a way that he will pay for every act meted out on her for twelve years. But things wasn't going to go as planned as she meets Silas, the handsome bulky head of her father's security but a recessive omega of her past that she has totally forgotten but now wears a new stance as her bodyguard, recognized by the entire republic as an Alpha, and her perfect chosen mate, Calvin; ruining the comeback and revenge she planned out for herself and now she has to think about saving and claiming her mate, Silas while navigating and protecting the seat meant for her.
The real question becomes; will Calvin ever allow her take all it took him twelve years to build?
THEME: The true definition of power. Is it found in the biological dominance of an Alpha, or in the resilience of an Omega who survived in the lion's den?
9.2
He married her to control her.
To break her.
To own her.
Seraphina let him believe it.
She plays the quiet wife-
soft voice, lowered eyes, perfect obedience.
But behind every smile...
is a plan he was never meant to survive.
Because this marriage was never about love.
Not even power.
It was revenge.
And when Lucien finally uncovers the truth-
when he realizes who she really is...
he won't be fighting to keep her.
He'll be begging to escape her.
8.3
Half a month into our cold war, I, Claire Parker, found an abortion procedure slip tucked inside Daniel Carter's suit pocket.
The patient's name belonged to the fragile little childhood sweetheart he had always protected so fiercely-Sophie Bennett.
I folded the paper calmly and slipped it back where I had found it.
Daniel noticed the movement immediately. His eyes flicked toward me through the rearview mirror, resignation coloring his voice.
"What are you overthinking now? Sophie was just keeping a friend company at the hospital. She accidentally left it there."
I turned toward the window and said nothing.
This was Sophie declaring war on me, yet the man who could crush competitors without mercy in the business world believed her completely.
The silence inside the car grew suffocating until Daniel finally stopped outside an upscale jewelry boutique.
He reached over and ruffled my hair with easy familiarity, his tone indulgent and affectionate.
"Come on. Pick out a ring. Your birthday's next month anyway, so we might as well register our marriage too."
I bit down hard on my lip as tears fell soundlessly onto the back of my hand.
What he still didn't know was that I wouldn't live long enough to see next month.
8.1
I died on an apocalyptic battlefield, only to wake up pinned down by a lead-lined blanket of my own fat.
A violent download of memories hit me. I had transmigrated into the body of an exiled, sadistic noblewoman who was three million coins in debt.
The original owner was an absolute monster. She had purchased beastman guards just to torture them for fun. In the corner of the filthy room, a golden retriever boy cowered, his back shredded by her barbed whip. In the basement, a snake guard was frozen and scarred from constant electro-shocks. When the white tiger guard returned from hard labor, he looked at me with pure, murderous hatred, ready to tear me apart to protect the others. Even the local elites kicked down my door to mock my pathetic life and try to steal my men.
I was a decorated commander who bled for humanity. Why was I trapped in this ruined vessel, bearing the sins of a degenerate abuser?
It was all a setup by her sweet-faced cousin, Debera, who stole her royal life and sent her to this outer-rim hellhole to rot.
I gritted my teeth and plunged a military-grade gene repair serum into my arm, letting the agony burn away the black filth and weakness.
"The crazy woman you knew before is dead."
I tossed a medical kit to the trembling guards, loaded my old electromagnetic pistol, and headed for the deadly Demon Hunting Zone to start my revenge.