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Six Months Contract With The Mafia God

He was forbidden. My brother's best friend. Also the most dangerous man in the country. And I signed myself over to him. Leah Thorne had one rule: stay away from Dimitri Valentino. It shouldn't have been difficult. He was ruthless, feared, and devastatingly beautiful in the way that only truly dangerous things are. The kind of man who owned nightclubs, commanded armies, and made grown men weep with a single look. The kind of man her brother Mike trusted with his life. The kind of man she had absolutely no business wanting. But one shattered marriage, one bottle of whiskey, and one catastrophically bad decision later, Leah wakes up in Dimitri's bed with a signed contract on the nightstand and six months of her life no longer her own. Her body. His rules. No exceptions. The contract is iron-clad, the penalty clause suffocating — fifty million dollars she doesn't have. And Dimitri Valentino, the Wolf of the Italian underworld, has absolutely no intention of letting her go. He says he'll ruin her for other men. He's not lying. Because beneath the cold control and the thousand-dollar suits is a man who has wanted her for seven sinful years — who has memorized the curve of her smile, the sound of her laugh, and exactly how to take her apart piece by piece until the only word left in her vocabulary is his name. Eve came to him broken, looking to feel wanted. She never expected to feel owned. She never expected to love it. Six Months Contract With The Mafia God is a scorching dark romance about forbidden hunger, dangerous obsession, and the catastrophic moment a good girl stops running from the wolf who has always been hunting her. Some contracts change everything. Some men are worth the fine print.
Salewa_25 · 258.2k Views

Villainess mistress makes a comeback

We all know how it goes. The CEO falls for the 5'9, soft-spoken, brown-eyed girl with a smile untouched by the world. Love at first glance. A fairytale written in bold. Meanwhile, the woman who loved him first Who knew his silence, his shadows, his worst days is pushed aside. They call her jealous. Obsessive. A villain. And the story ends with applause for the innocent girl and the powerful man. A happy ending? You’re wrong. Kashi loved him first. She loved him loud, recklessly, with her whole soul. And then she arrived. Perfect smile. Soft voice. Brown eyes. The kind of girl the world bends for without asking why. He looked at her once and that was enough to erase years. Kashi didn’t lose him quietly. She lost him publicly. Humiliated. Replaced. Turned into a meme. A punchline. So she disappeared. For one year, Kashi buried herself. And while the world moved on, someone else was watching. Chaos. He watched from the shadows. obsessive, patient, dangerous in the way only quiet men are. She never noticed him. So he waited. Now Kashi is back. Not to beg. Not to compete. Not to play the villain in someone else’s love story. She’s back to rewrite the narrative. The CEO she loved since childhood doesn’t want her? Fuck him. The world laughed when she broke? Let it burn. And as Kashi rebuilds, stronger, colder, sharper. she starts to notice something strange. Who exactly is X? And why does he kneel like a loyal dog when she calls his name?
Mo_Mo_Shiki2 · 80.2k Views

NEVER TALK TO A GANGSTER WHERE IT HAUNTS THE MOST

Alessia Moretti never wanted a life full of chaos. At twenty-three, she is a detective who believes in justice, not danger. Bold, stubborn, and unafraid to fight back, she has built her life chasing criminals until one night, she crosses paths with Enrico Rosette, the city’s most feared Mafia leader. Enrico is cold, ruthless, and untouchable. People speak his name in whispers. When Alessia stands up to him in a crowded club, she doesn’t just challenge him, she fascinates him. Enrico should have silenced her, but instead, he marks her as his. From that night, Alessia’s world begins to change. Can she escape the man she’s sworn to bring down or will Enrico’s darkness become the only place she truly belongs? Excerpt----- The bag was yanked off Alessia's head, harsh light stabbing her eyes. Zeus stood in front of her, smiling like the devil himself. “You should have killed me with them!” he roared, shoving the gun against her forehead. “Do it,” she hissed, stepping closer until the barrel pressed into her skin. “But if I live, I’m coming for all of you.” The shot rang out, pain exploding through her knee and dropping her to the ground. Minutes later, she was dragged into another room and froze. Enrico Rosette stood there, tattoos peeking from under his black shirt, his gaze sharp as a blade. “I don’t buy damaged goods,” he said coldly, turning to Zeus. “You broke the deal.” Desperation made Alessia reach for his leg. “Don’t leave me, Enrico.” He crouched, brushing her messy hair from her face. “You still have your nice hair, love. Why should I take you?” Her voice was steady. “Because I’ve changed. If you’re going to be my executioner, I’ll be yours first.” A slow, dangerous smile tugged at Enrico’s lips. He stood, signed the papers, and in one smooth motion fired a shot into Zeus’s leg. Zeus screamed, clutching the wound. “Next time you touch what’s mine,” Enrico said, calm as ever, “you won’t live to regret it.” Then he bent and took Alessia into his arms as if she weighed nothing. “Welcome back to my world, love.”
Enchanting_Phayvou · 22.5k Views