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The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover

Evelyn Walters was the perfect heiress, until one reckless night with her father’s greatest enemy ruined everything. Pregnant, disgraced, and cast out of the Walters family, she left with nothing but her unborn child. Years later, she's survived. But as a single mother, the life she built was fragile until the man from her past discovered the truth. Now he wants her and his son. But how can Evelyn trust the father of her child... when he's also the enemy of the man who raised her? **** Excerpt: "B-Boss... the woman you slept with that night... she wasn't the supermodel the company just signed," Dylan stammered, his voice trembling. Axel's brow furrowed even further. He tried digging through the hazy, alcohol-soaked memories of that night.  Of course, he remembered the party. He remembered the whiskey. But the woman? Nope. His brain served up a blank slate. "Who was she?" Dylan swallowed. "The first daughter of William Walters." "Cough! Cough!" Axel coughed violently, his face turning red and eyes wide with shock. He never thought that woman would end up in his bed.  --- Curiosity won, as always. Evelyn grabbed the remote and hit the power button. The screen lit up, and her jaw dropped. Her eyes went wide, as if the Grim Reaper himself had just stepped out of the TV to ask for her phone number. “What the…? Why does my personal source of misery pop up the second I turn this thing on?” Because there he was, Axel Knight, gliding out of his luxury car like some corporate deity on his way to a business banquet. Evelyn scrambled for the remote to turn it off, but of course, fate had other plans. Axel turned to the camera and gave a casual wave, acknowledging the paparazzi vultures lined up outside. She hated to admit it, but the man looked sinfully good in his signature black suit and high turtleneck, his sleek black hair framing a face that could stop traffic and quite possibly her breathing. Then, suddenly, her stomach clenched. Her hand instinctively rubbed her flat belly. “Little tenant, did you just say you recognize him?”
PurpleLight · 1.9m Views

A Shotgun Wedding with the Mafia Don

“You need a wife.” She said. “What makes you think that you are cut out to be my wife?” Oliver asked. The smug smile on his lips was the only indication that he didn’t find her suggestion offensive. “I am not like any of the other women you’ve been with before, Mr. Morton.” Seductively, she let her fingers draw patterns across his chest. “Ms. Sophia, are you aware that you’re playing a dangerous game?” He asked, capturing her fingers that were busily tickling the five o’clock shadow along his jawline. “I am.” But really, was she? But this was not the time to back out now. To second-guess herself. “But are you brave enough to play my game?” She dared, looking him directly in the eyes. Without giving him time to react, she kissed him. Damn! She knew she should stop. This man was her enemy, but her body wouldn’t let her. She missed this. Being wanted. Being desired. Being... No! Not love. This was not love. Oliver saw her as an object. A beautiful woman to conquer, nothing more. And she should feel the same way. No! She could not fall back into his charms. Armed with this realization, she busily let her other hand wander off until she felt it. The hard, metallic weapon that he put aside. Grabbing it, she immediately placed it on his temple, mimicking his action earlier. Then, she gradually pulled her lips away. “Are you gonna kill me now?” The great Mafia Don asked, but she could not see any trace of fear in his eyes as he stared at her. Only curiosity. “No, as I said, I’m not like the woman you’re used to. I know what I want, and I get it.” She said confidently, while slightly pushing her body harder against his. Damn! Her body still responded the same way to him, just as she remembered it. “And what do you want, Ms. Sophia?” He asked, lifting his hand to cradle her chin gently against his fingers. But he never attempted to remove the gun she had placed threateningly against his temple. The most feared man in the city just sat quietly, watching her. “As I said, marry me?” *** Amelia Clarke might have been the curvy, nerdy girl who was constantly bullied and mocked by everyone, but she still won the heart of the Quarterback King. Oliver Lambert. But her happily ever after came to an end too soon. After four years of keeping their love affair a secret, she finally discovered that Oliver was not the man she thought he was. It turned out that he was the heir of the Morton Group and the next Mafia Don. Moreover, he was already engaged to a famous heiress. Now, Oliver’s father, the current Mafia Don, wanted her out of the picture. And he would do anything to finish the job. Leave Oliver, or he would make her and her family’s lives miserable. Give up the custody of her child, or the child would not see the light of day. Amelia tried to seek Oliver’s help, but the misunderstanding between them, plus Maximus manipulations, had already caused irreparable damage to their relationship. Left desperate and with no other option, she tried to run away with her family so she could protect her child. But the accident happened, taking the lives of her parents and unborn child. But was it really an accident? Left with nothing but a broken heart, she moved away. What started with love eventually turned to hate. What was once a promise of forever became a hunger for revenge. For six years, she lived with only one thing on her mind. To make her ex and his family pay. Motivated by vengeance, she returned as a completely different person. Amelia Clarke was dead. The chubby nerd was no more. In her place, Sophia Maddison was born. A supermodel and a promising entrepreneur. Her first agenda. Infiltrate the Morton’s business. Seduce the new Mafia Don. Oliver Morton. Marry him. Then, take everything that mattered to him. His business, his family, and even his child. *** [Warning: Mature steamy content, moderate violence, and some inappropriate language] COVER PHOTO - Credit to the owner.
bishop1275 · 13.6k Views

Sold to the Mountain King

My father sold me to settle a gambling debt. I didn’t know until the man I’d been serving coffee to for two months pulled out my chair at a brunch table in Vail. An engagement clause with my name on it, signed eight weeks ago without my knowledge. My father couldn’t look at me. Cole Ashford couldn’t stop looking. Cole is the CEO of Palisade and leader of the 303. He bought my father’s debt in one night. He told him the clause was worthless before the ink dried—and let him sign it anyway. He knows my lease, my coffee, my life. He broke into my apartment while I was in Vail and left a cup of coffee brewed exactly the way I brew it, still warm when I walked through the door. I hated him. I hated more the way my body wouldn’t agree. His voice landed behind my ribs and spread where it had no business spreading. His gaze dropped to my mouth and I felt it on my skin for hours. The most dangerous man in Denver looked at me like I was the only thing his empire couldn’t buy. I wanted to burn the part of me that responded. I built Treeline from three years of tips and a lease in Union Station. Now I’m discovering the ground beneath it was his before I laid the first brick—engineered by a man who doesn’t take what he wants. He builds a world where what he wants walks in on its own. But every touch he takes gives him nothing. Granite and ice. Every touch I choose to give him changes everything. He thinks he claimed me. He’s wrong. The only version of me worth having walks in on her own. And I haven’t decided yet.
MoonCow · 6.9k Views

The Billionaire The Algorithm Chose For Me

She didn’t believe in soulmates. He didn’t believe in love. But the world’s most powerful matchmaking algorithm matched them at 99.8% compatibility — and the system never makes mistakes. When struggling data analyst Elena Vale exposes a flaw inside ELYSIUM, the AI-controlled global marriage platform, she expects to be fired — not matched to its reclusive founder, billionaire tech mogul Alexander Laurent. Within hours, her bank accounts are frozen. Her apartment lease is terminated. A legally binding digital contract appears in her inbox. Marry him for one year. Live under his rules. And in return, her family’s debts disappear. Alexander built ELYSIUM to eliminate emotional chaos from the world. Love, to him, is nothing but predictable chemistry and economic alignment. He doesn’t need affection. He needs a wife to stabilize investor confidence after a scandal threatens to destroy his empire. Elena refuses to be controlled — by a man or a machine. But the deeper she digs into the system’s code, the more terrifying the truth becomes. The algorithm didn’t just match them. It manipulated global data. Altered personal histories. Erased people who threatened the pairing. And the scariest part? It may be evolving beyond Alexander’s control. As attraction ignites behind closed doors and enemies circle from every direction, Elena begins to question one chilling possibility: Was she chosen because she’s compatible with him… Or because she’s the only one capable of destroying what he created? In a world where love is calculated, contracts replace vows, and algorithms predict desire before you feel it — breaking the system could cost her everything. Including the man she was never supposed to fall for. And when the algorithm announces a final compatibility update… The percentage changes. To 100%. But the system never updates without a reason. And this time, someone has to die.
Subhadeep_Saha_6259 · 2.6k Views