THE MOB BOSS'S PREGNANT MISTRESS
"What if I could?"
Leo angled his head to one side, "Could do what?"
"What if I could do it? What if I had the guts?"
Her eyes never left his. She wanted to look away, but she also wanted to look tough. She had a bad record in that area already and she knew that averting her eyes wouldn't do her any favors, so she kept her gaze locked with his.
Leo knew what he was about to do was crazy, but he was intrigued by this woman. He was honest enough with himself to admit it. She was nothing like the women who usually met. And maybe that was the reason why her offer to work for him intrigued him. He was curious. What would she do for him? How far would she go?
It was a terrible thought, but he wasn't a good person, was he?
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Chapter 1
"So what do you think?" Susan Jordan - more commonly known to her family and friends as Suzy - asked her mother as she whirled around the living room with a huge smile on her face.
Her daughter was excited, Elizabeth Jordan could tell, so how was she going to say anything negative? Besides, even if she wanted to, she couldn't think of anything wrong with the place her daughter had chosen.
The apartment was perfect. Not too expensive so she wouldn't have issues renewing the rent. It wasn't a very large apartment, but it was spacious enough to meet her needs and it was only one hour away from the family house. She knew that Susan had always wanted to move into the more developed and exciting part of the town, and now the time had finally come.
Susan was staring at her mother now, but her smile had turned into a frown. "What's wrong with it?" she asked, clearly confused by her mother's silence, "I thought you'd like it,"
"I do." Elizabeth replied quickly, moving towards her daughter and taking her hand in hers, "I promise I do. I just got lost in thought for a moment. Do you have any idea how much I'm going to miss you? First your brother, and now you... I'm happy, but I'm allowed to miss you, okay?"
Relief flashed in Susan's eyes and her smile was back again, "I'll miss you too, Mom, but I'm going to be twenty seven this year, I think it's time for me to move out. You and I know that I should have done this years ago,"
Susan didn't have to explain this to her mother, but they both knew that the only reason why Susan had moved back into the house after college was because she didn't want her mother to be alone after her father had died in a horrible car accident. Knowing how deeply her parents loved each other, she'd been worried for her mother, and so she stayed. But now, five years later, she was finally taking that big step. It was happening much later than it had compared with her peers, but Susan didn't mind, and she didn't regret her decision to stay with her mother.
"Besides," Susan added, and winked at her mother, "I don't think you'll miss me that much. You have Mr Williams to keep you company now,"
She grinned as her mother looked away shyly. Her mother had met Luke Williams four months ago and they'd begun dating two months later. Luke Williams was a nice elderly man in his early sixties who smiled a lot and insisted she called him Luke whenever she spoke to him. It was weird seeing her mother with someone who wasn't her father at first, but she'd gotten used to it as soon as she got to know Luke better. Her mother was happy, and that was what mattered the most.
"It's okay for you to date, Mom," she continued as she saw her mother's expression, "Dad has been gone for five years now, and I think he'd want you to live your life and be happy. I am very happy for you too but I think that's also another reason why I need to move out."
"I don't think your brother feels the same way," her mother said, "He doesn't seem to like Luke very much,"
"He's Sam," Susan replied, "You know how he is so I'm not surprised. He is always upset about something, but he will get over it. Now, it's getting late so why don't you start heading home... I can handle the rest of these boxes myself,"
After her mother left Susan sat in her new living room and stared at the remaining boxes scattered all over the floor. She was practically starting a new life, and she was looking forward to it. It was scary and exciting at the same time, but this was how it was supposed to be, right? What could possibly go wrong?
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Susan Jordan worked as a Real Estate agent, not necessarily because it was her dream job or because she loved it, but because it paid her bills. Most people believed that what a person did for a living had to be something they loved, but Susan wasn't one of those people.
She didn't hate her job, but she didn't like to kid herself either. The only reason why she had this job was because she was an adult. Adults had bills to pay, and now that she was finally living alone, it meant that she would have more bills to settle.
If she had the time to have a second job, she'd have gone for it, but she worked almost every day of the week, and between working at the office and showing houses to clients, she didn't have the time. The weekends and off days were reserved for herself, and she spent it running errands, reading and going to the gym.
This evening, she was on her way home from work, but she was heading to her brother's house first. Samuel Jordan, her brother was three years older than Susan, and after the death of their father, he'd stepped up as the man of the house. Samuel knew it was his responsibility to look after his mother and sister, and he did that to the best of his ability.
But months ago, Susan began to suspect that something was up with her brother. He barely came to visit anymore, and most of the time they could only reach him on the phone. Even now, a week had passed since she moved into her new apartment, and Samuel still hadn't come to visit. All he'd sent her was a text, and it was unlike him.
As she drove now to the two bedroom apartment he occupied, she knew he wouldn't like that she come unannounced, but she didn't care. She'd not seen her brother in weeks, and their mother was starting to get worried too.
His car was parked in the driveway when she arrived, but there was another black car there that she didn't recognise, and Susan could tell by looking at it that it was expensive. Wondering whose company her brother was currently entertaining, she got out and headed for the front door.
The door opened as she lifted her hand to knock, and Susan found herself staring into the eyes of a man she'd never seen before. He was huge, had his hair tied at the back of his head in a man bun, and looked like he spent a lot of time at the gym. His outfit made him look even more intimidating. He wore black pants and a black leather jacket, and he was staring at her like she'd interrupted a very important -or secret meeting.
Susan returned his gaze and swallowed hard, and she knew just by looking at this man that he was trouble. He wasn't someone she wanted to be around, and she didn't want him around her brother either, but he was right here in Samuel's house, and she had to know that her brother was alright.
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Three days later, she's at another altar. Same family. Different brother. Dante Torrisi looks at her like she pulled the trigger herself. He's colder than Rafael ever was, more brutal, and infinitely more dangerous. Their marriage is a prison sentence designed to save a crumbling alliance between two crime families on the brink of war.
But someone is still trying to kill Thalia. The attempts keep coming, a sniper's bullet, a car bomb, poison meant for her wine glass. Dante is forced to protect the woman he blames for his twin's death, and as they dig deeper into the murder, they realize Rafael might not have been the target at all.
In a world where love is weakness and trust gets you killed, Thalia and Dante have to beat the odds.
9.0
Ashlyn was supposed to be just a fragile college student, selling her rare blood to a vicious crime syndicate enforcer to keep his dying sister alive.
But the dynamic shattered when Alex returned from a two-month disappearance. He stepped into the penthouse covered in dirt and blood, sporting a horrific, jagged knife wound slashed completely across his face.
Knowing exactly how to exploit his insecurities, Ashlyn played the role of the terrified victim to perfection. She screamed, pushed against his chest, and called him a terrifying monster. Humiliated and enraged by her blatant disgust, Alex violently smashed a marble table and kicked her out. He forced her out into a freezing, torrential rainstorm without a coat, vowing to kill her if she ever showed her face again.
What the ruthless enforcer didn't know was that her pathetic, trembling tears were a flawless, calculated lie. She wasn't a helpless, greedy girl. She was a cold-blooded corporate mastermind hiding from a family of elite assassins. She desperately needed his impenetrable penthouse fortress to stay alive, and she knew the only way to secure her place wasn't to ask for it, but to make him beg for her return.
Three days later, his sister's organs began to fail, and the hospital's blood bank ran dry.
"I'll pay you whatever you want. Just get here."
Listening to the desperate, broken voice of the monster over her burner phone, Ashlyn smiled coldly in the dark. The trap had snapped shut, and he had just handed her all the power.
7.7
I've been hiding my face from the world for seven years.
He's been hiding his heart for just as long.
When Grammy-winning musician Dante Rivers offers me $150,000 to be his fake girlfriend for six months, I should say no.
I'm Veil-the anonymous digital artist with millions of fans and a face no one has ever seen. I don't do cameras. I don't do crowds. And I definitely don't do fake relationships with devastatingly private men whose studio walls are covered in my artwork.
But my father's last dream is slipping away-and this contract is the only way to save it.
The rules are simple:
No real feelings.
No crossed boundaries.
No falling for Dante Rivers.
Except nothing about him is simple.
Not the way he shields me from paparazzi like I matter.
Not the way his music sounds like secrets meant only for me.
Not the way he looks at me like he sees through every wall I've built.
What he doesn't know is that I'm already part of his life.
I'm the anonymous artist behind his album covers.
The one he's trusted with his most private thoughts.
The ghost he's been searching for without ever meeting.
And now I'm falling for him twice-
once as the girl in his guesthouse
and once as the mystery he doesn't know he's already holding.
When the truth comes out, it won't just break the contract.
It might break us.
7.2
I went to the bank to set up a trust fund for my twins, only to have the manager look at me with pity.
"Mrs. Dunlap, the trust requires the *biological* mother's signature."
I froze. I *was* their mother. Or so I thought.
That day, I learned my husband, the most powerful Mafia Don on the coast, had used his ex-lover’s frozen eggs.
For six years, I wasn't his wife. I was just the incubator.
When his "true love," Iliana, returned from exile, my life disintegrated.
My children, poisoned by her lies, pushed me down the stairs and called me "just the nanny."
Gavyn didn't help me up. He stepped over my bleeding body to take his "real family" out for ice cream.
But the ultimate betrayal happened on a windswept cliff.
Staged by Iliana, we were both tied up, allegedly rigged to explode.
Forced to choose who to save, Gavyn didn't hesitate.
He cut Iliana loose.
"You did this to yourself, Alex," he said, driving away with the children, leaving me to die.
He thought he was leaving behind a corpse.
He didn't know I had skimmed ten million dollars from the household accounts.
"Cut me loose," I told the hitman, transferring the money. "And tell him the ocean took me."
Two years later, the Don is on his knees in my garden, begging for a second chance.
Too bad he has to get through my new fiancé first—the head of the rival cartel.
8.2
"I am not my sister. And you can LOVE ME OR HATE ME for that, but you don't get to punish me for her sins."
Daniel breaks. The wall doesn't just come down. It collapses.
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Daniel Cole didn't plan to feel anything ever again. Not after Vivienne. Not after the betrayal that stripped him of $50,000, a fake pregnancy that never existed, and every reason to trust a woman's smile.
He swore on her name. On her bloodline. On every person who carried her last name.
He just didn't know he'd already fallen for one.
When the truth surfaces at the worst possible moment, mid-engagement, mid-happiness, mid-finally, Daniel must choose between the wound that shaped him and the woman who healed him without even knowing he was bleeding.
Love was never supposed to find him again.
It sent the wrong sister anyway.
7.8
⚠️ DARK ROMANCE CONTENT WARNING
This is a very dark mafia romance intended for mature readers (18+).
It contains a morally gray anti-hero, obsession, possessiveness, emotional manipulation, explicit sexual content, and disturbing adult scenes.
If you crave danger, obsession, and morally complicated passion, this dark romance will grip you-but reader discretion is strongly advised.
Convinced that Rosa had drugged him to crawl into his bed, Italian Don Luciano Mancini took her supposed betrayal as a blow to his pride. He served her divorce papers without hearing a single explanation-and exiled her not only from his home, but from the country itself.
Years later, Rosa returned with a secret.
Their son was dying.
Diagnosed with high-risk acute lymphoblastic leukemia, the boy needed a stem-cell transplant from a biological sibling to survive. And to make that possible, Rosa had to conceive again-with the one man who despised her.
Her ex-husband.
Luciano Mancini.
But Rosa refused to reveal the real reason for her return.
Getting pregnant by a devil was never going to be easy-especially when that devil hated her. She hadn't stolen his seed before... but this time, she was ready to commit the sin if it meant saving her child.
Seeing his ex-wife again-no longer innocent, no longer obedient-awakened something Luciano had never felt for any woman. He wanted her and...
he wanted to own her this time.
But Rosa was already slipping beyond his grasp.
Because Dr. DeLuca, the man treating her son, was in love with her. He was willing to accept her in any condition-even if she carried her ex-husband's child once more.
When life finally offered Rosa safety, love, and a future free from cruelty...
why would she ever return to the Italian Don?
Except Luciano Mancini isn't going to let her go.
No one takes what belongs to him.