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 7
Leonard Spencer had met a lot of people in his thirty three years, and in his line of business, nothing really surprised him or intrigued him that much anymore. People respected him...Actually, they were mostly afraid of him, and he had no issues with that.
They knew what he was capable of when he actually put his mind to it, and so they tried not to upset him, but clearly this woman standing before him didn't know enough about him, and for some reason he didn't quite understand, it intrigued him. She had long blonde hair... It was the first thing he'd noticed the first time he saw her. It reminded him of those Barbie dolls his cousins used to play with when they were kids, hence the reason why he couldn't stop calling her Barbie. She had it in a ponytail just like the last time too, and it emphasized her facial features and pretty neck, although Leo had a feeling that wasn't what she intended whenever she put her hair up like that.
Her skin looked soft and her make up was light. Just some powder, eyeshadow and lipgloss, but he noticed her lips anyways. Who wouldn't? They were full and juicy, especially as she had them in that stubborn pout, trying to look as intimidating as she could. He almost laughed again. She was scared, he could tell, but she was also keeping it together and a part of him was impressed.
"Your brother?" he questioned, feigning ignorance. So she was here to negotiate with him on her brothers behalf? Funny. "I don't see why you'd ask me to leave him alone when I clearly don't have him,"
"You hurt him!" Her voice cracked with emotion for a second, but he heard it, "You had him beaten up and you hurt him badly. What kind of a person does something like that?"
"Your brother owes me a lot of money," he said simply.
Susan concluded that she hated the way this man gave replies. He seemed to always reply to questions with a vague, simple sentence, as if that should be enough. It infuriated her.
"And you thought beating him up was going to get your money back? How exactly did you think that was going to help,"
He smirked, "Well, it would certainly help... Motivate him to get my money faster," he replied without remorse.
"He never said he wasn't going to pay back. He just doesn't have it yet. How do you justify doing this to people? How does it seem right to you?"
His eyes flashed and he took a step forward. The movement was so sudden that it startled Susan. Enough to make her take two steps backwards. Bad move, because all it did was bring her back against the wall, and now she looked like a frightened little mouse as Leo towered over her.
"If you think I give a shit about your morals or ideologies on what's right or wrong, then you are very mistaken, Barbie," he looked pissed now, as he added, "You brother has one week,"
"And if he doesn't have the money in a week?" she asked, knowing she didn't really want an answer to that question.
"Then we'll all find out what happens then, won't we?"
With that he turned around and headed back for the couch and sipped his drink, "I will send for you to be escorted back down," he said and reached for his phone.
"Wait!" Susan almost screamed without thinking,
He waited, and lifted his head to watch her through hooded eyes, "What?"
"What if I could help?" she asked, and then continued when he said nothing, "What if I...What if I did something for you...Something you needed ...Something I could use to pay what my brother owes you... Or something to make up for it?"
Leo scoffed, but he had to give it to this woman. She was a rare breed. Relentless... Courageous and well, Thoughtless. "What could you possibly have to offer me?" he asked her, "What do you think I would need from you that I couldn't get for myself?"
His eyes roamed her body as he said the last words, and Susan's eyes widened as she realized that she'd not worded her questions properly. He couldn't possibly think that she was offering him herself, or was he?
"I could work for you. Run errands or something," she added desperately, "I worked in advertising at some point before I started Real Estate. So if you needed to sell something or buy a property or anything at all, I could help with it. I could offer my services for free,"
She was rambling, and she wasn't making any sense. Susan knew that, but she was desperate and could barely think straight.
"I don't need any of that, and you couldn't work for me even if I needed someone," Leo said, "You don't have the guts,"
"Excuse me?"
Did she sound offended? Was she offended?
Leo smiled at the disbelief in her voice, "You came up here, saw me and then you ran. We are only having this conversation right now because I sent Connor to get you. So like I said, you wouldn't have the guts to do anything I needed done,"
Even Susan didn't believe her next words. They came out of her mouth, but she felt like they were coming from another person because this certainly wasn't her. "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 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 he usually met. She was beautiful. Very beautiful, yes. But was just a regular girl, with a normal life. Normal office work. Normal family...
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?
"4pm tomorrow," he heard himself saying, "Rotry Park,"
It took Susan a while to realize what he meant. He wanted her to meet him tomorrow. The door opened just as she was about to speak and the man who'd brought her into the room came in again.
"Escort her to her car.... Or down to the club if she wishes to stay," said Leo.
It was obvious by his countenance that she'd been dismissed, so she turned and headed out. She had a meeting with him tomorrow, although now she wondered if she'd made the situation even worse than it already was.
As she got to the door, Leo called out to her,
"And Oh. Don't show up here again like this, Barbie,"
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8.0
Thalia Corsini's wedding night ends with seven bullets and her husband's blood soaking through her white dress. Rafael Torrisi dies in her arms before they can speak their first words as man and wife, and when she screams for help, nobody comes fast enough.
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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Aria Blackwood didn't plan to fall in love with her boss. She planned to keep her head down, do her job, and ignore the way Daniel Cole's presence rearranged every room he entered, including the room inside her chest.
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.