mafia

18+ Restricted Content: Explicit sexual content, power imbalance, high emotions, and morally grey characters. One stolen wallet. One little girl screaming “Daddy!”. One alpha mafia lord who never lets debts go unpaid. After catching his cheating ex selling him out, male omega Shin Seoha loses everything in a single night: his home, his inheritance, his pride. Desperte to survive the night, he steals from the first well-dressed stranger he sees. That stranger is Kang Taesan; CEO of Mountain Atelier by day, ruthless underworld captain by night. Instead of accepting an apology, Taesan offers Seoha a deal: repay the black card debt by working under him, at his company, at his side, and move into his penthouse to play daddy to the daughter who refuses to let Seoha go. It’s only until the debt is cleared, only until the child stops crying and only until Taesan decides he’s had enough that it ends. But debts grow, and Seoha is only starting to learn just what he has been pulled into, it's a world where secrets can kill and the ex who betrayed Seoha isn’t done yet. What started as punishment turns into possession. What started as survival turns into surrender. Because mountains don’t forgive. They claim. And Taesan has no intention of letting his little thief escape.

Alexander Laurent :  The cold, arrogant and mysterious heir to The Laurent Agency who is swiping the entertainment industry off the floor. But is that it? No. Underneath the glamourous cover is an underworld that runs within his palm. But he loses his heart to a Doctor and his world starts spinning around her. He kidnaps her and even manages to forcefully marry as well as cage her. But did his love manage to win over her hatred? Eleanora Rosenheim :  A softhearted, bubbly but stubborn girl who becomes a doctor for her fiance's sake. But is made to give up on her fiance, her family and her dreams just because of someone's obsession. Forced into a traumatising marriage, made to suffer from her in-laws wrath and even face her husband's jealousy that always ends by him forcing himself upon her, Eleanora is left with only one option - to kill herself. Did destiny do her any justice? Yes. It did. By making Eleanora reborn on the very same day where she crossed paths with Alexander and her life changed forever. She now has a second chance to live and escape his clutches. Will she be able to challenge her fate and live the simple but happy life that she forever dreamt of or will she succumb to her fate and let that decide the flow of her story?  ----------------------- Read "The Devil's Obsession : No more escaping Babygirl!" and witness a sensual love story, filled with adventure, mystery, cruelty, emotions and humour loaded within. Let's embark on this journey together! Author - Go Kizy Instagram - go_kizy Book Cover - Downloaded from pinterest.

Cursed Obsession: Vampire's Eternal Claim In a world where shadows hide fangs and empires are built on blood, Smithen awakens to a nightmare reborn as destiny. Once an anonymous online stalker, Smithen poured his soul into idolizing Viran—the untouchable mafia king, ruthless CEO, and secret vampire lord with powers that bend reality: superhuman speed, hypnotic gaze, telekinetic dominance, and an insatiable thirst for blood and flesh. Their marriage was a whirlwind of cold commands and longing lonely nights, Smithen surrendered his body. He begged for love, but Viran only took, leaving Smithen shattered, and regretting every moan of ecstasy. Death—or whatever passed for it—grants a cruel second chance. Smithen blinks back to life two months before the wedding, heart armored. No more, he swears. But fate twists viciously: a ancient vampire curse binds them, invisible chains that ignite when they near. Viran senses it too—his eyes glowing crimson, fangs elongating as primal obsession surges. The game begins. Viran, sensing the shift, hunts Smithen relentlessly. "Mine," Viran growls, licking blood from a fresh bite on Smithen's neck while telekinetically forcing him. Smithen fights the curse's pull, fleeing but obsession escalates. Regret wars with desire. Smithen hates how his body betrays him—arching for bites that heal instantly. Viran whispers possession games: "Say you love me or you are done for!." Smithen resists, but the curse demands truth—each denial triggering pain-pleasure loops. Will Smithen shatter the curse before Viran's obsession devours him whole? Or surrender to the vampire's eternal claim, body a vessel for endless, curse-fueled rapture? Dark romance drenched in explicit supernatural unyielding possession. No holds barred. Note: Not a rushed romance—this is a slow burn, but contains mature romantic scenes.

To escape a poisonous snake, Milo Hartley must beg a lion to save him. “Milo, crawl here. Show him who you belong to!” _Nero Hartley “Well, stay still. Be a big boy, for once. Tell him who you will choose.” _Salvatore Portello, looking at Milo, who sat on his lap, his large hand gripping Milo’s hip possessively. *** Milo is cursed. Since he was seven years old, he has seen the exact day people will die. After his family died in an accident he predicted, he was sold to the Hartley family as an omen of bad luck. For thirteen years, he lived as a toy for the sadistic Nero Hartley, enduring constant humiliation. Now, Nero is trading him to Salvatore Portello, a ruthless Mafia boss who just killed his own uncle to take the throne. To escape Nero’s obsession, Milo risks everything. He kneels before Salvatore and begs for protection. Milo doesn’t know which is more dangerous: the snake or the lion. But now, both have claimed him. One with a dark obsession, the other with a lethal protection. ⚠️ Warning ⚠️ What to expect: -R18+ -Graphic violence and humiliation in the early chapters and recur throughout the story. -Sweet and dark romance between our leads. -Kink: BDSM play mostly consensual. -Smut, explicit adult content that is part to the plot.

Warning 18+ Alert. This is not normal novel, it is broke the morality of all the things, you have think before. So before reading, please be checked that you have not problem with this type of stories. It will be Stepmom+mc, Stepsis + mc. Mother-in-law+mc, bestfriend+mc, bestfriend's mom + mc, bestfriend's sister + mc. Just know, it has all the smut scenario, have ever you have thought. It has BL, It Has Lesbian, It has BDSM. So, very caution before reading it. It will really break your morality, right or wrong. This story has mafia, this story has ceo, this story has beasts, this is mixed up of all elements, but don't worry, not even a single story mixed up. This is based on true events mixed up of fiction. “What the hell—?!” Arahan jolted awake. This wasn’t his room. This wasn’t his body. Just hours ago, he had been a 30-year-old professor—one of the youngest lecturers in a prestigious college. And now he is here, "Wait I am forgetting something." "Wait, I am Arahan." Arahan didn't know what happened, one a moment ago, he saw a glimpse of his past lives, and next moment he forgot everything. But unconsciously he was going to take everything, fucked everyone. In his life only hole matters, he didn't differentiate between boy and girl, who only saw, if his spear pierced that hole or not. He didn't differentiate between human or beastgirl, for him only hole matters.

In a world where Alphas rule and Omegas are reduced to something fragile, obedient, and expendable, Salvar once tried to be the exception. He failed. Betrayed by the friends he trusted, discarded by the one he loved, and handed over to his enemies under false accusations, Salvar’s defiance ended not in glory but in chains, in silence, and finally, in death. In the cold of a cell, all alone and long forgotten by the world. But death was not the end. Given a second chance, Salvar abandons the foolish pride that once destroyed him. This time, he does not seek to prove that Omegas are strong. He proves something far more dangerous. That weakness, when understood, can be weaponized. With a smile that disarms and a vulnerability that invites trust, Salvar moves through the same world that once crushed him but now, he plays by his own rules. Every glance, every touch, every word becomes a calculated move in a quiet game of revenge. Because this time, he is not the one being used. He is the one pulling the strings. And when the past begins to resurface, along with those who once ruined him, Salvar is ready. Not to survive. But to make them fall. But life is not done with him yet. Because his enemy returns too, reborn into the same world, walking the same stage. And it being non other than Silas make it worse. The one person Salvar cannot read. The one presence that refuses to be played. And for the first time, the game does not move as he wills it. So Salvar steps closer, smiling and turns the game into something far more dangerous than revenge. Something that looks like love.

SMUT DONT READ IF BELOW 18 “I hate you, you monster,” I gasped, the words tearing out of me even as my hips bucked up against him. Adrian’s mouth hovered a breath away from mine, his gray eyes dark with hunger. He was on top of me on the bed, the hard length of him grinding slow and filthy between my thighs, dry-humping me through the thin scrap of lace that was all I had left on. His eyes raked down my chest, lingering on the black lace bra that barely contained me, the way my nipples pushed against the fabric with every desperate breath. “Really?” he scoffed. “You hate me so much you’re soaking through your panties when I haven't even brought out the real thing?" I wanted to slap him. I wanted to pull him closer. My fingers twisted tighter in his shirt, knuckles white. “Shut up—” He rocked harder, the friction so perfect it ripped a broken moan from my throat. “That’s what I thought.” His hand slid up, thumb brushing the underside of my breast, teasing the edge of the bra. “You can say you hate me all you want, Alexandra. We both know it's a lie." I hated that he was right. ~ He made her teenage years a living hell. Now he wants to make her his wife. Alexandra Calloway didn’t expect her miracle job interview to end in a slap across her former stepbrother’s face. She definitely didn’t expect Adrian Reyes, ink-haired, gray-eyed, and disgustingly successful, to propose marriage before dessert. He was her first heartbreak before she even knew what heartbreak was. The boy who made her feel invisible, unwanted, and small. The boy she spent ten years trying to forget. Now he's her husband. The contract was simple. One year. Fifteen million dollars. No feelings. A business arrangement between two people who are supposed to hate each other. Supposed to being the most dangerous phrase in the English language. Because the way he looks at her isn't hatred. The way his hands find her waist in a crowded room isn't business. And the secrets buried beneath his cold gray eyes aren't simple at all…..

The old books say _Caelum_ is the vault of heaven — silent, distant, indifferent. Elodie died beneath it. The afternoon sky hung so perfectly blue it felt like mockery. Aysal wasn’t there at the time. First time she was late to reach her own palace and by the time she reached there, the _Caelum_ had already taken her best friend and given nothing back. Not even a hint. A year later, Aysal returns. Not a hero. Not a vigilante. Just a girl hollowed out by a grief that won’t end. The police have a closed file. The town has new gossip. The sky — the cursed, beautiful _Caelum_ — still arches over everything, unchanged. She doesn’t want revenge. She wants peace. But some secrets are meant to burn and they required someone to start the fire. So Aysal listens to the whispers of Caelum. For a sign. For permission to become what she has to become. Because some voices only speak after the heavens stay silent. _Whispers of Caelum_ is a psychological thriller story about love of friendship, agent friend, loss of love ones, world of criminals and the violence we inherit when the world refuses to mourn with us. The story of two friends who lost each other in accident but story take turns and become more interesting when Aysal returns with the secrets only she knows, the betrayel of her friend who died with every true emotion that she wasn't able to show to Aysal. . They called it _Caelum_: the heavens, the eternal, the keeper of souls. But it didn’t keep Elodie. It rushed her. Twenty years of life reduced to a whisper in Aysal lap, under a sky that had existed for billions of years and wouldn’t spare her one more minute. Elodie's s lips moved. She want to say something Aysal bent over and press her ears close to listen carefully but she can't make words. A sound, shaped like Latin, maybe. Like something from church. Or a dream. Elodie try again and she whispered while grasping irregularly to her lost breath: _“Whi... pers... cal...”_ something. Aysal shook her head, frantic. _“Don’t. Don’t talk. Stay with me, ambulance here,I am here,Elodie . Stay, stay with me.”_ But Elodie breathing was slowing down. Aysal tried to talk to her but her surrounding was replaced by silence and nothing. From afar the sirens of ambulance are coming closer but Aysal knows that she lost her. She lost her only friend, she lost her only love one who truly understand her. And the Elodie's last words— whatever it was — got swallowed by Aysal's own screaming. By the sudden trauma, sudden silence or the awful quiet remain behind.

Most people are born ordinary, but there are always some who, despite being born ordinary, aspire to greatness. From an exploited undocumented worker to the godfather of the dark; From those who obey the rules at the bottom of society, to the emperor behind the scenes who makes the rules; The country belongs to the federation when the sun shines, but it belongs to me when the night falls! "Sometimes, shadows can not only be as vast as light but can even cover it!" "We never extort anyone, every penny we make can pass through our conscience." If someone knocks on your door at night, they either bring my regards or brings the destruction for your arrogance. As for what you will get, it depends on how you choose, my friend!

The strongest special forces unit 'Reversed Dragon' has a legendary tale. Reversed Dragon possesses a powerful super-weapon known as 'Dragon Blade'! Once 'Dragon Blade' is activated, it can resolve any crisis. I am the weapon! I... am that weapon!

WARNING: Mature content|Dark romance|R18 Elena Rossi lives a life of luxury and privilege among Milan’s elite... until one night she witnesses something she was never meant to see: a brutal execution carried out by the most feared man in the Italian underworld. Alessandro DeLuca. Known as The Devil of Milan, Alessandro is ruthless, powerful, and merciless to anyone who crosses him. In his world, witnesses don’t survive. But instead of killing Elena, he makes a far more dangerous decision. He keeps her. Thrown into a dark world of power, violence, and temptation, Elena refuses to submit to the man who now controls her fate. Yet the more she resists him, the more obsessed Alessandro becomes—because the Devil of Milan doesn’t let go of what he wants. And now, he wants her.

[Warning R18+ Mature Content] In her previous life, Aria was the devoted fiancée of Lucas, the golden boy of the entertainment industry. She gave him her resources, her fame, and her heart, only to be betrayed. He cheated on her with her "innocent" stepsister, Bella, stole her inheritance, and left her to die in a cold mental hospital. When Aria opens her eyes again, she is back in the hotel room on the night she was drugged and ruined. But this time, she doesn't run into the trap. Instead, she stumbles into the forbidden penthouse suite—and into the arms of Damien, the terrifying tycoon and Lucas's uncle who holds the entire city in his grasp. He is dangerous, ruthless, and plagued by a violent, agonizing nerve disorder that drives him to the brink of madness. No doctor can cure him... except Aria. Seeing a chance for the ultimate revenge, Aria suppresses her fear and presses her thumb against the lethal pressure point on his neck. "Mr. Damien, I can stop the pain. In exchange… marry me." From rejected fiancée to the untouchable "Little Aunt," Aria uses her new status and medical mastery to crush her enemies in the showbiz world, all while managing a contract marriage that is quickly becoming dangerously real. *** The beautiful cover art belongs to me and was commissioned by DuruDara on Instagram! Let's Connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887

The White Tiger Gang was the biggest and most feared group in the country, clawing its way from the bottom to the top all because of a single individual, Maximus Darn. Reaching the Peak, he found nothing he couldn’t have. One day, though, he lost it all. Betrayed from the inside, remembering the last few words: “Money rules all.” In death, Maximus finds he has been given a second chance, but not in his own body, but in the body of a young man named Max Stern. “Wait, the Stern Family!!” Now, he was the heir to the wealthiest family in the country, the Stern Family. With his newfound wealth, he was given a whole new life, but living in the Stern family wasn’t the easy life one would expect. “Spoiled brats, Wealthy snobs trying to one-up me. You have no idea where I’ve come from. I’ll show you all, what happens when you mess with White Tiger.” Follow Maxmius as he builds a New empire using his wealth, and faces the very Gang, he created.

Warning: Heavy sexual content and a fucked up male lead. Throw morally grey out the window. Excerpt: "Do you trust me?" His hand drifted to her neck. If he had asked her to walk into the fire with him right then, to tumble willingly into chaos, she would have said yes without hesitation. Her entire body shivered as she nodded, heart hammering, her pulse a wild drum against her ribs. "Always use your words, Bambola. Do you trust me?" he asked again. "Yes…yes…" Her back arched against him instinctively, skin flushed and glistening, every nerve screaming, every muscle taut and alive. Luca's other hand tightened at her neck, squeezing until she gasped for breath. The sensation was exquisite and terrifying, every nerve ending alight as he manipulated the fine line between restriction and pleasure. Vee squeezed her eyes shut, nails digging into his arm as she clung to him, her breath rattling in her chest. He sensed her reaching the edge and drove her closer, the hand at her neck tightening harder. "Luc…" she choked out, a fragmented plea that shattered as her body convulsed, releasing a hot, desperate wave against his fingers and the rug beneath them. Synopsis: She insulted the devil. He decided to own her. Veronica Scalese walks into New York’s elite club, ‘Commissioned’ by accident—and mouths off to the wrong man; Luciano Genovese popularly known as ‘The Devil’. He grants favours but gets your soul in return. When Luca comes to collect a debt from her father, the payment demanded is flesh. Veronica becomes both Luca’s weakness and his obsession. He burns his empire to the ground to keep her. Undressed by the Mafia God is a mafia romance story where power is foreplay, love is a liability, and the most terrifying thing a god can do… is fall. From the author that brought you: 1. Defying The Rogue Alpha 2. The Vampire's Luna 3. Undressed By His Arrogance

SOLD TO THE DEVIL Daniella Montenegro has spent her entire life paying for sins that were never hers. Her mother’s death. Her father’s failures. Her brother’s reckless choices. At twenty, she dances under neon lights each night just to keep food on the table for a family that has never protected her in return. When the man she was meant to marry disappears on their wedding day, Daniella believes humiliation is the worst fate waiting for her. She is wrong. By nightfall, her father’s gambling debts come due, and desperate men make desperate bargains. To settle what he owes, he offers the only thing he has left of value. His daughter. Blindfolded and delivered like payment, Daniella is taken to the secluded estate of Santiago Torres Mendoza, a man whispered about in business circles and feared everywhere else. Powerful, controlled, and mercilessly private, Santiago is not a man who explains his decisions, only enforces them. Daniella arrives with nothing: no freedom, no allies, and no way to escape. And she carries a secret of her own. Two months pregnant with a child whose father she cannot name, she is forced to sign a contract that claims her body, her future, and her unborn child. Survival becomes her only goal as she is pulled into Santiago’s dangerous world of luxury negotiations, shadowed alliances, and corruption powerful enough to erase lives without consequence. But everything changes the moment Santiago truly looks at her. Because Daniella Montenegro has her mother’s face, the face of the woman he lost twenty-three years ago. A woman whose disappearance left wounds that time never healed and secrets buried deep enough to destroy empires. What begins as a transaction becomes a fragile and dangerous alliance. As enemies close in and the truth about Daniella’s past begins to surface, Santiago finds himself protecting the one person he was never meant to care about, while Daniella discovers that the most terrifying prison is not the contract that binds her, but the man whose darkness may be the only thing keeping her alive. In a world ruled by power, loyalty, and betrayal, the greatest threat is not the devil who bought her… But the woman who refuses to belong to anyone.

Mia Torres thought the hardest thing she'd ever do was bury her brother. She was wrong. One year later, a man is waiting for her at his grave. Damien Voss — mafia boss, her brother's former best friend, and the last person she ever wanted to see again. He's holding a contract with Ryan's signature on it, and only one thing to say: Ryan owed him. Now she does. Mia has no money, no leverage, and no choice. She moves into his world chained to a debt that was never hers — and to a man she blames for everything. But the longer she stays, the more she realizes that Damien is not the monster she built him into. And that Ryan's death was not the accident she was told it was. Someone is responsible. Someone with patience, resources, and a reason that goes back further than she knows. And Damien has been hunting the same truth alone for a year. She came to grieve. She leaves as his. But some chains, when you finally look closely, were never meant to hold you back. Some were the only thing holding you together.

Warning: Contains sexual content. I opened my mouth to scream, to beg, but my voice came out as a desperate rasp: "Please... don't leave me like this... finish it..." In that moment, while my body was burning with anticipation, I felt something entirely different. It wasn't the touch of his fingers this time, but a piercing cold that shocked my heated skin at my neck. It was a piece of ice, held skillfully between his lips, trailing with agonizing slowness down toward my chest. The contrast was terrifying and maddeningly arousing; the freezing ice making my pores constrict, followed immediately by the heat of his warm lips chasing the trail of the melt. I could hear the wet friction of his fingers inside my pussy and the sound of him suckling my breast. I felt as though my body was no longer mine; I was merely a mass of ignited nerves at his mercy, starving for him to end this torture and fill me completely with his entire being. But this time he drew closer until his scorching breath hit my ear, and he whispered in a hoarse voice dripping with lust: "Do you want me to put my dick inside you?" I didn't hesitate for a second; my body was screaming for it. "Yes... I want it." I felt the hot head of his dick touch the opening of my pussy. He began to tease it, sliding up and down, gliding easily due to the heavy wetness that drenched me. ----------- In just one night, everything changed. I gave myself to a mysterious stranger, A man whose face I have never seen but whose touch I could never forget. Now, I am pregnant, and the scandal threatens to destroy my family’s reputation in our small town. To cover the "shame," my family rushed to marry me off to a depraved old man. But on my wedding day, the church doors didn't just open they were shattered. A cold-blooded killer stormed the ceremony and put a bullet through my groom’s head before he could even touch me. I was kidnapped and whisked away to a private, fortress-like island where I finally met my captor. It turns out, the "stranger" from that fateful night wasn't just anyone. He is one of the most dangerous men in the underworld the Mafia Devil. And he has come to claim the only thing he values more than power: His unborn heir. "You belong to me now," he whispered against my skin. "And no one dead or alive will ever take what is mine." ----------------- #MafiaRomance #DarkRomance #SecretBaby #PossessiveLead #Kidnapping

Salvatore was a man who built everything from the ground up—land, legacy, and a name no one dared to challenge. Then he was murdered. No witnesses. No explanation. No justice. Only silence. --- Rosa Salvatore watched her father die— and realized she never truly knew him. --- Because the moment he was buried… the lies began to surface. Strangers started watching the estate. Records disappeared. Old allies stopped answering. And her grandmother— **knew more than she was saying.** --- Then Rosa finds it. Something her father left behind. Something that shouldn’t exist. --- A key. To a world he never told her about. --- A world of hidden routes, blood-stained deals, and men who don’t ask questions—only collect debts. A world where power isn’t given. **It’s taken.** --- Now Rosa is being watched. Tested. Hunted. ---“Even the man standing beside her may not be on her side.” And the deeper she digs— the more terrifying the truth becomes: Her father wasn’t just part of that world. **He helped build it.** --- With enemies closing in and betrayal lurking closer than she realizes, Rosa has only one choice— Step into the war… or be swallowed by it. --- But she’s not stepping in as a victim. --- Because Rosa Salvatore is learning fast. Learning how power works. Learning how fear spreads. Learning exactly where to hurt the people who underestimate her. --- And when she’s done— She won’t just survive the war. - “She might become the thing they should have feared from the beginning.” *They thought they buried a man.* *What they created…* **…was something far worse.**

[Warning: MATURE CONTENT! NO RAPE] (I’m too soft for that) After enduring a lifetime of abuse from her family, the last thing Mallory Morrow needs is to be married off to an old man almost thrice her age. So, she came up with a plan. To sleep with someone and get pregnant. She didn’t know that years later, the consequences of that reckless decision would come crashing back into her life. Living as a single mom, completely disowned by her family, raising a son who refuses to speak after some traumatic incident, life was a constant uphill battle. Medical bills kept piling up, and hope was running thin—until her best friend Mara offered her a lifeline. ‘Her cousin needed someone to stop a wedding at all costs. And if she succeeded, she’d be paid 1 million dollars—a sum that could change her life and her son’s forever.’ “STOP THE WEDDING! THAT MAN WAS THE FATHER OF MY CHILD!” But when she bursts into the ceremony, everything goes wrong. She’s crashing her half-sister’s wedding—the same woman who tormented her for years. And the groom who hired her? Venzrich Archeval: the youngest, richest, and most devastatingly handsome billionaire who hates women… and, unbeknownst to Mallory, the father of her child. Haunted by the memory of a mysterious woman he met one night years ago, Venzrich has been searching for her ever since—the only woman who can make him feel pleasure and ignite something he didn’t know existed. And now, fate has thrown her back into his grasp. He’s determined that she’ll never leave his sight again. As Mallory struggles to protect her son from her cruel family, she also has to survive a billionaire who refuses to let her go, whose touch ignites dangerous desires she can’t ignore. “There’s no way I’m letting you go. You’re either mine or mine.” And just like that, they’re caught in a whirlwind of chaos, passion, and a contract as husband and wife—where nothing is safe, nothing is predictable, and everything seems to slip out of her grasp. Can she open her heart again, or will the scars of her past trap her forever? And can she survive the man hiding behind a perfect mask—the devil who wants everything, including her? P.S: If you want an ML who was gentle and actually knows aftercare. Read this.

TRIGGER WARNING! This story contains graphic depictions of gun violence and murder, mafia-related threats and organized crime elements, sexual content, kidnapping, alcohol use, betrayal and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is advised. — “Is there no other way?” I asked, totally subdued by the fact that this nightmare marriage was the only solution. “No, there isn’t,” he said coldly. “I can’t afford to lose my son and have you turned into a sex slave by the Romanovs.” “Your son?” I scoffed, the memory of him taking my virginity and vanishing without a trace slicing my heart. “You seem to have forgotten that you never intended on taking things further with me. God, you’re no different from the Romanovs!” He assessed me coolly with those dark eyes and then said with a note of finality, “He’s my son, Niamh, and you’ll have to become my wife.” My father was killed. My uncle sold me to the Russian mafia syndicate. And now, the man I hid my son from for five years—Massimo Valentino—is forcing me to be his wife. My survival and the safety of Matteo depend on this hated forced marriage. But the situation is worse than I thought: I am the key to a hidden vault that the Texas underworld is willing to kill for. With the war raging outside and a major betrayal brewing inside the Italian mafia syndicate, my safety depends entirely on Massimo. I have to forgive and trust the man who ruined me, or lose everything. This is the first installment in The Valentino Princes Series.