The Mob's Bride

I was Ava Hudson, the future daughter-in-law of a prominent councilman in the city of Windhaven. My fiancé, Leo Kennedy, was a celebrated rising star in politics, admired by all. But deep in his heart, he harbored a love for a woman named Isabella Fuller, his untouchable ideal. Now, the notorious crime lord Alessandro Marcello had declared his intent to marry Isabella. I overheard Leo's chilling voice from outside the study. Send Ava to him. No matter how ruthless he is, would he dare touch the councilman's future daughter-in-law?" I followed his plan and married into the Marcello family. Later, it was Leo who lost his mind.

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Leo froze, clearly unprepared for my swift agreement.

He cupped my face, his eyes a mix of wild joy and guilt. "Ava, I knew you'd understand, that you love me the most."

He leaned to kiss me, but I turned my head, and his lips grazed my forehead.

It was cold.

Leo's movement stilled, then he pulled me into a tighter embrace. "Wait for me. I'll bring you back in style, and we'll have the grandest wedding."

I didn't respond.

Something inside me had died the moment I heard his words.

Over the next few days, Leo treated me better than ever.

He canceled all his engagements, came home on time, ate dinner with me, watched movies, like the most devoted couple.

He bought me jewelry I'd glanced at once, purchased a painting I liked, even cooked my favorite truffle pasta himself.

He fumbled in the kitchen, sauce staining his white shirt.

I leaned against the door, watching him, my mind drifting back to when we first met.

Back then, he'd done the same, secretly learning to cook for my birthday surprise, only to make a mess of himself.

The pasta he served was so salty it was bitter.

I ate every bite.

Because he said, "Ava, I want to cook for you forever."

The memory surged, a sharp thorn piercing my heart.

Leo brought the pasta over, presenting it like a prize. "Try it. My skills have improved a lot."

I picked up the fork, twirling a small bite.

The familiar taste held none of the sweetness from back then.

"Is it good?" he asked, watching me eagerly.

"Leo," I set the fork down, "does Isabella like truffles too?"

His smile froze.

The air turned heavy.

After a long pause, he spoke, his voice strained. "Ava, don't do this."

"Do what?" I met his gaze, calm. "I'm just curious if your true love shares my taste."

His face darkened. "She's not like you."

Of course not.

Isabella was the moon in the sky, radiant and untouchable, his unreachable dream.

I was just mud on the ground, easily trampled, easily discarded.

That night, he didn't stay.

In the middle of the night, my phone rang with an unknown number.

It was Isabella.

Her voice carried a false tremor, as if mimicking the pity of a victor. "Ava, are you asleep? Sorry for calling so late."

She paused, savoring my silence. "Leo told me everything. He had to sacrifice you to protect me. He's hurting too, so please don't resent him."

Her tone brimmed with barely concealed triumph.

I let out a cold laugh and hung up.

Then I blocked the number for good.

A man I no longer wanted, she treated like a treasure.

My wedding to Leo was set just two days before Alessandro and Isabella's.

How ironic.

Leo's plan was to send me to Alessandro's car on our wedding day.

Meanwhile, he would whisk Isabella away, escaping the storm.

When Alessandro realized the bride was switched, he'd hold back out of respect for the councilman's name.

And Leo would swoop in, a hero rescuing me from "danger."

A perfect plan, saving his love and keeping me in his grasp.

On the wedding day, the sky was clear blue.

I sat before the mirror in my white gown.

Leo entered, dismissing everyone else.

He hugged me from behind, fastening a diamond necklace around my neck.

"Ava, you're beautiful," he said, kissing my cheek. "I'm sorry for this. Remember, no matter what happens, don't be afraid. Tell them you're Leo Kennedy's fiancée."

I looked at myself in the mirror, and the handsome man behind me.

A perfect match, a picture of harmony.

To outsiders, we were the ideal couple.

But only I knew the filthy scheming beneath this polished facade.

"Leo," I said, my voice steady, "have you ever loved me?"

His body stiffened.

After a long moment, he sighed. "Of course. Ava, I love you."

But that love crumbled before Isabella.

I said nothing more.

The assistant knocked. "Sir, it's almost time."

Leo gave me one last look, his eyes unreadable. "Wait for me."

He turned and left without a trace of hesitation.

I knew he was going to his true bride.

And I was headed to my execution.

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I ran to Las Vegas to escape my family's hatred of mafias, where I met Emily and developed feelings for her. Emily was one of the people I had to leave behind. I didn't want to live a life of brutality and bloodshed. My only goal was to finally get away from it all. But my best friend Matthew kidnapped her and took her to his house. She initially denied, but unintentionally had a crush on us two; in order to protect her, I needed to confess to my father her identity as my girlfriend; however, daddy would never admit the three of us being together, until we were accidentally met by Jim, my daddy's minion, while we three were having sex; he was going to tell on us to our adversaries, which might bring danger to our entire mafia family; once again, I meant to protect Emily, while making her fall at the hands of our foes..

Action LGBT+Mafia Modern

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HIGH VOLTAGE SEDUCTION

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WARNING: FOR MATURE READERS ONLY!!! This erotica collection is raw, hot, intense, and packed with deliciously filthy fucktwists that will leave you breathless. Each story is steamy, gripping, and driven by compelling plots that pull you deep into forbidden desire. You will find A strict 59-year-old professor bends his tempting student over his desk and growls that she's been a very bad girl. A college student wakes up sore and dripping in her biggest rival's bed, with no memory of how many times he fucked her senseless. Her hot stepdad has a secret camera aimed at her bed. When she catches him watching, she doesn't rage - she spreads her legs and gives him the show of his life. A seductive woman is the only weakness of a ruthless mafia king, and he finally claims her body as his own. She knows her sister is cheating, so she seduces her husband right in front of her - and her sister can't say a single word. Piper's rent is overdue. Instead of paying up, she drops to her knees for the landlord while her boyfriend watches. A spoiled, arrogant rich brat demands a private striptease. The dancer doesn't walk away - she dances for him until he completely loses control. An assistant's boyfriend has a huge cock, but "Daddy" knows exactly how to ruin her with his tongue. She chooses Daddy. Best friends make a wicked bet: seduce my dad. She takes the bet... and loses all control the moment he bends her over. Chloe has been secretly masturbating to her stepbrother's photos, moaning his name as she comes. She can't hide it much longer. A married gym coach can't stop staring at the sexy teacher. She goes all the way and lets him take her between her thighs. Her doctor tells her she needs rest... but she's determined to prove she's strong enough to be fucked senseless on his examination table. Every twisted fantasy and every scorching answer waits inside these pages. Flip the pages, spread your legs... and get ready to throb.

Mafia Modern Romance

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Mafia Princess's Fall, Cartel Queen's Rise

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The man I was about to marry was going to kill my father. I just didn't know it yet. I thought my wedding to the ruthless Don, Dante De Luca, was a love match that would finally bring peace between our warring families. But at the altar, instead of a ring, he revealed our engagement was a lie. It was a long con to avenge his aunt—my own mother—whom my senator father had secretly murdered. Then he shot my father dead in front of me. I was wounded trying to stop him and woke up his prisoner. The man I loved told me our entire relationship was just "business." He abandoned me to his new partner, a woman named Isabella, who made it clear I was nothing more than a loose end. He cut off all contact, erasing me completely, leaving me alone as the tainted daughter of a dead drug lord they called 'The Scorpion.' My whole life was a lie. My mother had been a spy for the enemy family she married into. My father was a monster. And Dante, my fiancé—my own cousin—had meticulously used my love to destroy everything I had ever known. So I let Alessia Gallo die. I disappeared and became Alma, a ghost in the cartel underworld, determined to finish the mission my mother started. Years later, he walked into my cantina, a man on a mission. He didn't recognize the hardened woman I'd become, and this time, he was the one walking into my trap.

Mafia Modern Romance

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Mistaken Identity: Loving The Wrong Twin Sister

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I replaced my twin sister in a marriage contract to the ruthless Mafia Don, Donovan Blackwood. For three years, I was a ghost in his home, silently enduring his coldness while he flaunted his mistress, Chloe. On the very last day of our contract, Chloe staged an accident. Donovan didn't hesitate. He forced me to drain my blood to save her life. Then, to prove his loyalty to her, he drove me to the cliffs and pushed me into the freezing ocean. He even locked me in a cellar infested with spiders—my deepest phobia—because she lied and said I threatened her. He thought he was punishing the spoiled, arrogant Isabella. He didn't know he was breaking Ava, the woman who had silently memorized his allergies and waited up for him in the dark every single night. When I finally took my fifty million dollars and vanished, I left behind nothing but the divorce papers and a photo revealing the truth. He tore the city apart, destroying my family to find me, only to realize he had tortured the wrong woman. Now, he is standing on my porch in the pouring rain, staring in horror at the simple wooden ring on my finger given to me by another man. He falls to his knees, begging for a chance to love the wife he tried to destroy. I look at him, feeling absolutely nothing. "It's too late, Donovan," I say, locking the door. "You killed her."

Mafia Modern Romance

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My Alpha Brother is my Mate

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"This is wrong," I said, my voice rough and strained. "I'm your older brother... we can't do this." I tried to pull away from her, forcing some distance between us, but my body wouldn't cooperate. The pull toward her was too powerful, too deep in my bones. She didn't let go. Instead, she tugged me closer, guiding me toward the bed. One of her soft hands pressed flat against my bare chest, right over my pounding heart, while her other arm wrapped around the back of my neck, holding me there. Her eyes burned with hunger as she looked up at me. In a low, needy voice, she whispered, "Whether you believe you're my mate or not... I'm giving you my first everything tonight. All of me. Right now." The words hit me like a shockwave. Every single inch of my body-my soul, my wolf-screamed the same thing over and over in my head: Mate. Mate. Mate. The instinct roared so loud it drowned out everything else, every rational thought, every rule I'd ever lived by. I crashed my mouth against hers in a hungry, desperate kiss, claiming her completely. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against me as I muttered against her lips, "And I don't care anymore about morals or rules or any of that bullshit. I'm the ruler of these lands... and you're mine. All mine." I was completely crazy about her. Obsessed. Possessed. She was mine-every part of her-and nothing in the world was going to change that.

LGBT+Mafia Romance Werewolf

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Reborn From Fire: The Mafia King's Bride

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The fire that melted my skin should have been the end of my story. I had been the perfect mafia wife. I obeyed my father, I married Dante Genovese, and I even birthed his daughter. But in return, he locked us in a safehouse and lit a match. He watched from behind a steel door as I burned to ash, all because his mistress, Sofia, was jealous and wanted me out of the picture. My own brother had spiked my champagne to ensure I was too weak to fight back. I died screaming, my lungs filling with smoke and the scent of my husband's betrayal. But when I gasped awake, I wasn't in hell. I was in the bridal suite at the Ritz-Carlton. My hands were smooth. My skin was unblemished. The date on the digital clock burned red in the darkness. It was three years ago. It was the night of our engagement. The night it all began. Dante was in the bathroom right now, humming contentedly as he washed off the scent of his mistress before coming to claim his "lawful prize." In my past life, I waited for him. I let him take me, thinking my submission would earn his love. Not this time. I didn't run to the lobby for help. My family had sold me out. Instead, I took the elevator to the Penthouse floor. To the territory of the Outfit. To the door of Matteo Moretti—The Butcher. The only man ruthless enough to make Dante tremble. When the door opened, revealing a man with eyes like ice and a gun in his hand, I didn't flinch. I fell to my knees and looked up at the monster who could save me. "I am Elena Vitiello," I whispered, the drug in my veins setting my blood on fire. "And I have a proposition."

Mafia Modern Romance

The Mob's Bride

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