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The mafia CEO'S unconditional love

Kissabel Hilson was born to inherit an empire—but destiny had other plans. As the rightful heiress of the powerful Hilson Empire, Kissabel’s life should have been perfect. Instead, it shattered the night her mother disappeared and her father remarried a woman who turned her home into a battlefield. Betrayed by family, abandoned by the man she loved, and framed by the very blood she shared, Kissabel learns early that love is a weapon—and mercy is a weakness. On the night she is humiliated before the elite of V City, Kissabel walks away from everything she once believed in. What she doesn’t know is that her fall places her directly in the path of Adrian Goodwill—a ruthless CEO feared in the business world and whispered about in the mafia underworld. Cold, calculating, and dangerously irresistible, Adrian doesn’t believe in love. He believes in control. But Kissabel is unlike any woman he’s ever met. As secrets buried for decades begin to surface, Kissabel discovers that her missing mother was not just a victim—but the crown princess of a dominant mafia clan who sacrificed power for forbidden love. And now, that legacy is calling Kissabel home. Caught between corporate wars, mafia bloodlines, and a love that was never supposed to exist, Kissabel must choose: Run from her destiny… Or embrace the darkness and rule beside the man who would burn the world to protect her. Because when a mafia king falls in love, it is never gentle— it is unconditional.
Tina_Cue · 5.8k Views

BOUND BY BLOOD AND DESIRE

    The Romano estate was silent, too silent for a house that usually pulsed with the rhythm of power and danger. The chandeliers glimmered like frozen stars above the marble floors, and the scent of cigar smoke lingered in the air—a reminder that men had been here, making decisions that would change lives. Alessia Romano stood at the top of the grand staircase, her fingers gripping the railing as she listened to the muffled voices coming from her father's study. Her heart pounded in her chest, a steady drumbeat of dread. She had grown up surrounded by secrets, but tonight, something felt different. The air was heavy, suffocating, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. Her father's voice, deep and commanding, carried through the door. "It's settled then. The marriage will take place in two weeks." The words struck her like a bullet. Marriage? Her breath caught, and she pressed a trembling hand to her lips. She didn't need to hear the rest. She already knew what it meant. The Romano family had been at war with the Morettis for decades. Blood had been spilled, alliances shattered, and trust destroyed. The idea of peace between them was laughable. And yet, here her father was, arranging a marriage with the enemy. Her mother's portrait hung on the wall beside her—a woman of grace and quiet strength. Alessia stared at it, searching for comfort, but found none. Her mother had died when she was young, leaving her to navigate the brutal world of the mafia alone. The door to the study opened, and her father stepped out, his expression unreadable. His dark suit was immaculate, his silver hair slicked back, his presence commanding as always. "Alessia," he said, his tone calm but final. "Come inside." She obeyed, though every step felt like walking toward her own execution. Inside, two men stood waiting. One was her father's consigliere, and the other—tall, broad-shouldered, with eyes as cold as winter steel—was Damian Moretti. The name alone sent a chill down her spine. She had heard stories about him. Ruthless. Calculating. A man who ruled his empire with an iron fist and a heart of stone. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world seemed to still. His gaze was sharp, assessing, as if he could see straight through her. "This is my daughter, Alessia," her father said. "She will be your wife." Her pulse roared in her ears. "No," she whispered, shaking her head. "You can't be serious." Her father's expression hardened. "This is not a request. It's a necessity. The families need peace, and this is the only way." Damian's lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Don't worry, princess. I don't bite—unless provoked." The mocking tone made her blood boil. "I'd rather die than marry you." "Careful," he murmured, stepping closer. "In our world, words like that can be arranged." Her father slammed his hand on the desk. "Enough! This union will happen. You will do your duty, Alessia." Tears burned behind her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She lifted her chin, meeting Damian's gaze with defiance. "You may have my hand, Mr. Moretti, but you will never have my heart." He leaned in, his breath brushing her ear. "We'll see about that." The words sent a shiver down her spine—not of fear, but of something far more dangerous. As she turned to leave, her father's voice echoed behind her. "The wedding will be in two weeks. Prepare yourself." Outside the study, Alessia pressed her back against the wall, her chest heaving. The world she knew was collapsing, and in its place rose a future she didn't want—a future bound by blood, betrayal, and a man whose touch could destroy her. But as she stared out the window at the dark horizon, one thought burned in her mind. If this was her fate, she would face it on her own terms. And Damian Moretti would learn that the mafia princess was no one's pawn.
Faith_U · 1.6k Views

The Undead's Personal Slave

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?
rach_sales · 225.4k Views

OFF THE RECORD | Labyrinth of the Youth

Dylan has everything—wealth, a name, and a future planned by his powerful CEO father. But as the only son, he feels like an heir to expectations, not a person with choices. Feeling trapped, he runs away and transfers to a public school to live life on his own terms. There, he meets Flynn—the only son of a commoner. Flynn is sharp-tongued, stubborn, and unlike anyone Dylan has ever met. At first, they clash, full of pride and misunderstandings. But when Dylan sees the hidden struggles Flynn carries, something in him changes. He starts to care—quietly, fiercely, and more deeply than he realized was possible. Flynn, who has never been cared for like this, doesn't know what to do with Dylan's attention—or the growing feeling in his own heart that he can no longer ignore. Between rivalry and tenderness, denial and desire, Dylan and Flynn navigate their complicated youth—where the most important truths are the hardest to say aloud, and the most unforgettable stories are the ones left unspoken. "Some feelings are too real to say out loud. Some stories are too true to tell." This is theirs—OFF THE RECORD. ---------------------------------------------------- PROLOGUE "Do you know Flynn?" Dylan asked. "Flynn?" Nicole echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah... Flynn Amaro Luz." "Oh, the handsome guy from the Regular Department. Who doesn't know him? He's not just good-looking — he's smart, too. Most of the professors know him, and I heard some seniors from the Star Department even tried to recruit him, but he refused. Why do you ask?" "I think... I like him," Dylan said quietly. Nicole blinked. "So the rumors are true?" "Rumors? What rumors?" Dylan asked, frowning slightly. "Well... it's not exactly a rumor, but a lot of girls have been fantasizing you two together since Foundation Week. I just have to ask—are you gay, Dylan?" "I'm not," he replied after a pause. "I don't feel this way about any other guy... just him. And honestly, I'm confused too." "But... don't you have a girlfriend?" Nicole asked. "We're not together anymore," Dylan said simply. "So you broke up because of Flynn?" "No... not exactly. But... maybe it has something to do with him," Dylan admitted with a small shrug. "Have you told him how you feel?" "No. I don't think I can." "Because he's a guy?" Nicole asked softly. "It's not that," Dylan said, shaking his head. "I know he's a guy — but I'm confused by how he acts around me. I try to be caring, sometimes even clingy, and he always stops me. But if he really didn't feel anything, shouldn't he have pushed me away completely?" "Well... only you can find out," Nicole said after a pause. "I don't know him personally, so I can't judge." Dylan looked out the window, his expression uncertain but determined. "Actually... I'm planning to confess tonight. After his performance." Nicole laughed softly. "You're something else, Dylan. Who would've thought that a guy who looks so rebellious could be tamed... by another guy?"
jycphhh · 29.6k Views

Craved by the Wrong Volkov

(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes) ****** "I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance. Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine. I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us. “Raph…” she breathed. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. “Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch. “Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper. A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking. Because the only name she should be calling… was mine. Lucien. I craved it as badly as the air I breathe. ****** For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but her husband broke them first.. He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies. One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved. She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her. Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch. All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.
jodiekesh27 · 159.5k Views