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His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.

"You think you can handle my world, Bella?" Leo growled, his eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity as he cornered her. "Once you're in, there’s no way out. I’ll destroy everything you are." Isabella’s breath caught, but she didn’t back down. Her voice was soft but unwavering as she whispered, “Maybe I’m not as fragile as you think. Maybe I want to be destroyed by you.” Leo’s hand gripped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. “You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he warned, his tone dark and possessive. “I’ll take everything—your innocence, your light. You’ll be mine, completely.” She leaned in closer, her lips barely an inch from his. “Then take it, Leo. Take all of me.” ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* Isabella was beautiful and innocent, with a kind heart and a true desire to help others. Her innocence wasn't because she was naive, but because she chose to see the good in the world, even when she knew about its darker sides. She was quiet, preferring to stay behind the scenes, but when it came to hacking, she was fearless. Her mind worked like a supercomputer, able to break into any system with ease. Leonardo Moretti was the dangerous mafia boss everyone was warned to stay away from. He was cold, ruthless, and didn't seem to care about anything. But everything changed when he found himself unexpectedly married to Isabella, a woman who seemed innocent and weak. What would happen when Leonardo discovered that his new wife was not just any woman, but a super hacker? ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ - Mature Themes - He Fell First and Harder - 18+ Content - Mafia World - Weak to Strong - Slow burn
dYdairy_002 · 1.6m Views

Thê Mâfiã Âlphã

Title: The Mâfiã Âlphã ​Genre: Romance / Drama / Mafia Action / Billionaire / seductive Themes: Betrayal, Hidden Identity, Generational Wars, Love-Hate Chemistry ​The Core Premise ​Lily Willems, a fiercely independent woman working as a waitress to uncover the truth about her father’s death, finds herself caught in the crosshairs of a lethal power struggle. Her world collides with Dante Vane, the "Alpha"—a cold, calculating mafia billionaire who rules the city with an iron fist. Lily believes Dante is the villain who destroyed her family, but the truth is far more tangled and dangerous. ​The Story So Far ​The narrative begins with a violent encounter at Dante’s exclusive club, The Obsidian. After a narrow escape from a rival hit squad (The Red Fang), Dante whisks Lily away to his private estate. There, the first of many masks falls: Lily and Dante are already married. Ten years ago, on the night of a catastrophic fire that supposedly killed Lily's father, Dante entered into a secret marriage contract with an eighteen-year-old Lily to "protect" her bloodline and assets. Since then, he has watched her from the shadows, letting her live a humble life while he consolidated power. ​The Rising Conflict ​The relationship is a volatile "love-hate" battlefield. Lily loathes Dante for his lies and his coldness, yet she is irresistibly drawn to his protective nature and the raw chemistry between them. As they flee from one high-tech sanctuary to another, new players emerge: ​Silas Vane: Dante’s "dead" brother, a scarred psychopath who wants to reclaim the Vane empire and use Lily as a bargaining chip. ​Caspian Willems: Lily’s long-lost brother, a high-ranking member of the Red Fang Triad. He reveals that their father, Richard Willems, may still be alive and playing a much darker game than anyone realized. ​The Stakes ​Lily is no longer just a waitress; she is the "Paper Queen." Her bloodline holds the biometric keys to a global fortune that both the Vane and Willems families are willing to kill for.
GÂLÃCTØS · 7.3k Views

I Leash Emperors: The Dead Shout. I Smile

The dead scream for justice. They have been screaming for centuries. In my office on the 88th floor, the sound is indistinguishable from the hum of the paper shredder. I have twelve of history's most dangerous minds in my vault—Caesar, Cleopatra, Napoleon, Wu Zetian, and eight others whose names are synonymous with the word empire. I stripped them of their crowns and their divinity and left them with the only two things that survive death intact: greed, and memory. Then I put them to work. The boardroom is their new battlefield. Stocks are their arrows. Hostile takeovers are their sieges. The First Emperor runs my supply chains with the same draconian efficiency that built the Great Wall. The Queen of the Nile runs my PR division and calls it beneath her. Caesar rewrites the legal architecture of an entire financial district before breakfast and considers it a light morning. The rules are simple. The Emperor with the highest ROI earns twenty-four hours of full sensory restoration—taste, warmth, the burn of real alcohol, everything the synthetic body cannot feel. The Emperor at the bottom earns something else: a Hell Start. Reincarnation as a beggar, a eunuch, a sacrificial lamb in the next cycle. They know this. It keeps them focused. Every full moon, the tavern opens. The millions they killed in their lifetimes gather as my Jury—compressed into a medium that runs on pure hatred, sustained by a spite so concentrated it has proven, against all known physics, to be a measurable energy source. They vote. They decide which of their tormentors leads the next charge, and which of the most venomous among them earns a temporary body to return to the waking world. Wu Zetian shed her imperial robes to kneel at my feet and beg for a private review of her HR directorship. Arsinoe—murdered by her own sister two thousand years ago—spent six weeks haunting Cleopatra's servers and built a perfect weapon before she ever asked me for the body to deliver it. Cleopatra herself believes her beauty is a currency I will eventually accept. She has not yet understood that in this building, the only currency is performance. I do not need loyalty. I need sharp blades. I do not trade in mercy. I trade in ROI. They believe this is my game. They do not ask why I need to win it. Rules? I am the rule. Harem? The highest-tier spoils of a game they don't know the stakes of. Every arc is a different world. Every world is a wound that needs closing. The Emperors do not know this. They never do. Perhaps the last thing standing between their world and oblivion is a man who stopped caring about it long ago. Let the dead shout. I smile. I have to. Tags: #InfiniteFlow #DarkFantasy #HighStakesPolitics #DivineAutocracy #GrimDark #RuthlessMC #HistoricalFigures #DarkHarem Content Advisory: Heavy power dynamics, sensory manipulation, historical figures in morally compromised positions. MC is an unapologetic autocrat. No redemption arcs.
Aetherion_Vael · 1.9k Views

MY RUIN: In Love With My Step-Uncle

Clara Vance had it all. Millions of followers, a beauty empire built on glamour, and a life curated for the camera. But a lost bet with her mother sends her away from a marvelous weekend trip to Mykonos and into the dusty attic of her family’s decaying ancestral manor. The catch was her inheritance. Her task? A dreary clear-out. Her discovery? A centuries-old diary belonging to her great-grandmother, Eleanor Thorne. The ink tells a story of a forgotten history. Eleanor’s forbidden obsession with her guardian and step-uncle, Casimir Guggenheim, a ruthless railroad tycoon with a heart of stone. But when Clara touches the tear-stained pages, the scent of crushed gardenias doesn’t just fill the room, it drags her back to 1879. Trapped in Eleanor’s corseted body, Clara finds herself under the roof of the very man who haunted the diary. To the world, Casimir is a cold, untouchable magnate. To Clara, he’s a puzzle she’s determined to break. The problem? Clara isn’t the timid, fragile girl Casimir remembers. She’s a 21st-century It Girl with no filter, a strategic mind for business, a total lack of respect for Gilded Age propriety and a defiance waiting for trouble to happen. While the original Eleanor was a victim of her station, Clara is ready to burn the cage down. As Clara navigates a world where a single misstep means ruin, scheming relatives see her as a pawn, and a powerful suitor sees her as nothing but a business merger. She realizes the history books were wrong. Rewriting Eleanor’s tragic end is dangerous, especially when she starts falling for the man she was never supposed to have. History says they’re a tragedy. Clara says history is about to get a makeover.
Luna_Primrose · 94.6k Views

THE BROKEN HEIRESS, THE GUARDED HEART

"I don't need your charity, Cameron. If I'm not your first choice, I won't be your second." Twenty-four hours ago, Scarlett Mitchell had everything: a fortune, a name, a family. Then her fiancé leaked intimate photos of her, her father disowned her for "embarrassing the company," and every door in London slammed shut. Now she's standing in Cameron Ashford's office, the powerful CEO who made her a scandalous offer: a fake engagement to restore her reputation. In exchange, she'll help rehabilitate his image after his own scandal. It's a business arrangement, cold and simple. What Scarlett doesn't expect is that Cameron seems more interested in protecting his ex-girlfriend, Victoria, than actually being with her. He cancels dates to help Victoria with "emergencies." He takes her calls at midnight. Every time Scarlett tries to get close to him, he pulls away, leaving her wondering if she's just a pawn in his game. What Cameron doesn't know: Scarlett is stronger than she looks. She's done being second choice. What Scarlett doesn't realize: Every time he distances himself, it's to protect her from the enemies circling both their lives. His devotion to Victoria? A calculated cover. His emotional walls? A shield against the truth, that he's falling for a woman he's trying desperately not to destroy. As paparazzi, corporate sabotage, and family secrets threaten to unravel everything, Scarlett demands answers. Does Cameron see her as a threat to be managed, or a woman to be loved? And when the truth emerges, that he's been protecting her all along, that Victoria was never his first love, will Scarlett's wounded heart let him in? Some men are broken. Some women refuse to stay broken. This is their story.
edafejohn56 · 6.9k Views

the name he kept

Ivy Calloway doesn't have options. Her father's debt is drowning her family and the only way out is a contract marriage to a man she has never met Julian Ashford, London's most controlled, most unreachable billionaire. The terms are clean. The timeline is fixed. Her feelings are not part of the arrangement. She expects cold. rationally cold. What she doesn't expect is the piano music through the closed door at midnight. The coffee is made exactly right before she asks. The way he looks at her when he thinks she isn't watching like she's a problem he already solved but keeps returning to anyway. What she doesn't expect is the truth. Julian chose her. Not randomly. Not practically. Eighteen months before the contract, before the lawyers, before any of this, he wrote her name in the margin of a gallery catalogue and didn't know what to do with it. The marriage was his way of making something right. What it became is harder to explain. But Julian has never once let someone see the interior of him. He manages everything his work, his reputation, his feelings, and now, quietly, disastrously, her. He pays off her past without asking. Clears her mother's medical bills without telling her. Makes decisions about her life with the precision of a man who has never once been told that love does not work like damage control. When Ivy finds out, she leaves. And Julian stands in the dark hallway of the most beautiful house she has ever lived in and reads a note that says: I needed you to want me because of me. Some men protect the people they love by building walls around them. Some women have spent their whole lives learning to see through walls. The Name He Kept is a slow-burn, emotionally charged billionaire romance about a man who chose a woman before he knew what choosing meant and a woman who has to decide whether being wanted before she knew she was being wanted is the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to her, or the most frightening. It might be both. It probably has to be.
jessychi · 53 Views

Bound to my Enemy

Warning {Mature Content} Elaine has spent her life being the responsible one. The one who steps in when things are about to fall apart. So when her grandfather arranges a marriage for her younger cousin Ivy to Zane Whitmore a billionaire CEO with a dangerous reputation Elaine does what she has always done. She takes the burden on herself. What begins as a lie meant to protect Ivy quickly turns into a contract Elaine never meant to sign. Zane Whitmore is cold, controlled, and ruthless in both business and life. He doesn’t believe in love, only leverage. When he meets Elaine, he recognizes something he rarely encounters: a woman willing to stand her ground even when she’s afraid. Their agreement is simple. A marriage on paper. Mutual benefit. No emotions involved. As they are pulled deeper into each other’s lives, secrets begin to surface old betrayals, family conflicts, and a past that ties Zane to Elaine’s brother in ways no one is willing to talk about. The lines between obligation and desire blur, and what started as a sacrifice turns into something neither of them can control. In a world where power dictates everything and trust comes at a cost, Elaine must decide if she’s willing to gamble her heart on a man who could destroy her. A story of contract marriage, buried history, and a love born out of defiance rather than choice. (Mature content) Zane’s lips crush to mine, hungrily tasting my mouth and sucking my tongue into his. He moves lower, nipping at my neck, then my boobs, enveloping his lips around a pink nipple. I sigh in pleasure, my hands sliding into his hair and gripping hard as he bites down and then slips his mouth lower. And lower…….. My eyes fly open as he shoves my dress up to my waist and pulls my panties to the side. Suddenly, his mouth dives between my thighs, and when I feel his tongue drag up my slit, it’s like an electrical shock and my eyes roll back behind my head. Holy! FUCK!!.
EvaGrey · 683k Views