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 2
"H...H... Hi," Susan stammered,
To say that the man looked intimidating was an understatement. He looked threatening... Dangerous, and his presence screamed bad news. Susan was getting more and more worried about her brother.
The man nodded in acknowledgment to her greeting, and simply waited for her to speak again.
"I'm here to see my brother, Samuel. Is he here?" Susan asked, finally finding her tongue.
There was silence for a few seconds, as the man simply stared her up and down. Just as Susan was beginning to think she wouldn't get an answer, another voice she didn't recognise came from within the house, "Let her in, Asher,"
The man, who Susan now knew as Asher, stepped backwards so she could come in, although Susan wasn't sure she wanted to anymore. What if her brother was in trouble? What if he wasn't even in there? What if they'd done something bad to him? Was it really a good idea to go in? She would be helpless if she walked in and found herself trapped in the house with these men, whoever they were. And who was the other man that had spoken? What did such a man have to do with a brother?
Subconsciously, Susan took a step backwards. "Could you ask my brother to come to the door if he's in, please?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
The man still said nothing, but one corner of his lips lifted in a mischievous grin, like he knew she was intimidated and he wanted her to be. Just as Susan made up her mind to leave, and call the police when she got to her car, her brother showed up at the door. Samuel stood beside Asher, and Susan stared at him with both relief and curiosity.
"Sam," she said almost breathlessly, "Are you okay? I've been trying to reach you,"
"Go home, Suzy," was all Samuel said, "I'll call you later,"
Her brother looked alright, at least physically, Susan observed as she watched him, but he also looked agitated. Worried even, but he looked like he was more worried for her than for himself.
"I want to talk to you about something," she insisted, "Can you come with me, so we can go for a walk... Or a drive... Or something,"
She just wanted to get her brother away from these men so she could talk to him privately, but her plan went to hell when the other voice came from within once again.
"What's the hold up, Asher? Let your sister in, Samuel,"
Samuel frowned, and Asher stepped backward, "Get in," he told her gruffly,
But Susan remained where she was. There was no way in hell she was going to listen to this man. Instead she stared at her brother, and only proceeded to take a step forward when he nodded, letting her know it was okay to proceed.
Susan reluctantly stepped into the living room, and was immediately greeted by the sight of a man sitting on the couch. He looked different from that Asher guy. While Asher was of average height and heavily built, Susan could tell just by looking at this man's sitting form that he was very tall.
He was wearing a pair of jean trousers and turtleneck t-shirt that clung to his powerful frame. He didn't have a man bun like Asher. Instead his dark hair was cut neatly and styled perfectly to fit his full beard. He was a handsome man, Susan observed, but even if he didn't look scary, somehow he managed to look more threatening than Asher, and even more intimidating.
Susan couldn't take it anymore. Something shady was going down here and she was tired of the ominous silence and of everyone staring at her like she was a fragile, helpless little mouse. So she turned to her brother, "What's going on, Sam?" she asked.
Before Samuel could give her a reply, the man on the couch spoke again, "This your sister, Samuel?" he inquired.
It wasn't a question she'd not heard before. They were one of those siblings who had very little resemblance. While Sam took after their father, Susan was a carbon copy of their mother. Even their hair color was different. Sam had brown hair, while Susan was blonde. She'd often thought about dying it, but for some reason she kept postponing it and never got to do it.
However today, as Susan stared at this man, she could tell this question had nothing to do with resemblance or the color of their hair. Samuel responded that they were indeed siblings, and once again, the man's gaze returned to Susan. Only this time it didn't stop at just her face. His eyes took in the light blue blazers and matching skirt she'd worn to the office that morning. Down to her black stilettos. It annoyed her that he stared so unabashedly at her, and Susan, being someone who never hid the way she felt, frowned in disapproval. If he noticed the frown, he didn't seem to mind or care.
"What's your name, Barbie?" he asked lazily, once his gaze returned to her face.
"I don't think that's any of your business," Susan replied without thinking.
Samuel started to move forward, "Suzy..." he began, but Asher put a hand in his path, stopping his movement.
Slowly, as if he had all the time in the world, the man stood from the couch. He was even taller than Susan had guessed, and oh boy, did he look even more intimidating as he approached her. Susan was completely frightened now, but she forced her legs to stay put even when every bone in her body was telling her to take several steps backwards.
"Suzy..." the man repeated, as he finally reached and towered over her. "That's short for Susan, yeah?"
This time, Susan didn't have the guts to come up with any rude or sarcastic comment, so she nodded and tried not to look away. His hands moved, and she flinched, but he only dipped them into his pockets.
"That's a pretty name for a pretty girl," he added.
Susan had no idea what to say in response to that, so she kept mute. Without another word to her, he stepped away and approached Samuel.
"Two weeks," he said simply, "You've got two weeks,"
And without a second glance in her direction, the two men walked out of the house, leaving Susan and Samuel staring at each other in awkward silence.
Susan didn't need anyone to let her know that those men were bad news. Anyone could tell just by looking at them that they weren't people you wanted to cross. What did her brother have to do with such men and what did he have to do in two weeks? What the hell had just happened?
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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.