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 6
Susan had barely reached the bottom of the stairs when the guard caught up with her. She didn't even know that he'd followed her. The plan as she fled was to go outside, and then call Caroline so they could leave, but once again, she was heading upstairs, accompanied by one of Leo Spencer's goons. He wasn't exactly manhandling her like he'd done earlier, but he still had a firm hold on her arm.
"Where are you taking me?" she questioned angrily, "You have no right! I did nothing wrong!"
Despite her protests, the man said nothing, and once again, Susan found herself upstairs, except now he didn't take her to the lounge. Instead Susan found herself walking down a brightly lit hallway, then a room was opened and she was pushed inside. Susan turned around to leave, but the door was shut immediately.
Trying not to scream in terror even though she was scared out of her mind, Susan turned around. She was in a luxurious private exclusive room with red neon lights. It reminded her of the strip club private rooms she'd seen in the movies, but that was the least of her worries. The problem now was that she wasn't alone. Seated on the ridiculously long and comfortable looking couch was Leo Spencer.
Terrified, Susan frantically tried the door again. It didn't bulge, but that didn't stop her from trying again.... And again. At her third try Leo finally spoke.
"Are you done?" he asked.
Susan turned around to face him. She wanted to cry, but she refused to. If he was going to hurt her, then she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. "If you touch me, I'll scream," she warned him.
"No one is going to hear you," he replied casually.
God! Just how evil was this guy? He'd hurt her brother. Probably other people too and now he'd kidnapped her. How the hell did a person do such horrible things and still have the guts to sit so calmly?
"Have a seat," he offered when she said nothing,
"I'd rather stand," Susan replied. If he thought she was stupid enough to let her guard down he had another thing coming.
"Suit yourself," said Leo, and then he poured himself a drink, slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. After he took a sip, he sat back, stretching his hands on the headrest, and then he swept his eyes over her from head to toe, "What brings you here, Barbie?" he asked finally,
"What brings me here?" Susan repeated incredulously, "Your guard forced me to come here,"
"I meant what are you doing here... at my club?"
"Do you ask everyone who comes here this question?" she retorted, "Do you kidnap everyone, bring them to your...." She paused and looked around with disgust she didn't even bother to hide, "Den of iniquity... Or whatever the hell this place is... And then ask them what they are doing here... Or is it just me?"
Leo couldn't help it. One corner of his mouth lifted in a grin, "My den of iniquity?" he repeated, "Humour me, Barbie. What do you think happens in this room?"
"I came here to hang out with a friend," Susan told him, ignoring his question, "I drove, so she's going to notice my absence soon and then you're going to be in trouble,"
There was silence for a moment, and then he threw his head back and laughed. Susan was startled for a moment, and she wondered if she'd said something funny or if he was insane.
Ignoring her threat, Leo continued like she hadn't spoken, "You're nothing like the girls who usually come around here, so I was curious."
His eyes roamed her body, and Susan fought the urge to wrap her hands around her body. She was a chubby, curvy girl, and although she had no issues with the way she looked, that hadn't always been the case. When she was younger, she had been very insecure about her looks and the attention she had gotten from men. She was past that now. She was more confident, and now she loved her curves, but there was something about Leo's gaze, like he could see through her clothes. He didn't even bother to be subtle about it, and it made her very uncomfortable.
"Yeah you look the part, but your energy is different. Anyone who pays attention would notice it immediately," he concluded finally and took another sip of his drink.
"And so you thought the right way to satisfy your curiosity was by kidnapping me?"
"Kidnap?" he drawled, almost as if he was mocking her, "I don't see you in any ropes or chains,"
"I was brought here against my will!"
"You were stalking me,"
"What?"
He was on his feet in an instant, and Susan trembled as he approached her. There was something about Leo Spencer that frightened her and scared her witless. Yeah it had something to do with the fact that he was a dangerous gang boss, but there was something more... Something she couldn't put her finger on.
He was standing in front of her now. His hands were shoved his pockets so he wasn't touching her, but still her entire body shook. It was one thing meeting Leo for the first time in the midst of other people, but being stuck alone with him in a room that was lit with red, evil looking lights was just straight up terrifying.
"You wouldn't have been up in that lounge if you'd just come to hang out with your friend. I wouldn't have even seen you if you didn't come up there... Without invitation by the way," He took another step closer, "I had a feeling you wanted my attention... that's why I had you brought here.... So now you have it. What can I do for you, Barbie?"
Susan dared to look him in the eye. In this room, she couldn't figure out the color of his eyes due to the lighting, but it didn't reduce the effect it had on her in any way. Her body was tingling all over, and all she wanted was to be away from Leo as fast as possible, but she was here already, so she might as well get this over with.
With all the courage she could muster, she said, "I want you to leave my brother alone,"
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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.
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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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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.
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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.
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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.