Xavier Petrov I came here for my younger brother, Louis, so he can live out his dreams and know I'm always behind him to protect him. We had to transfer universities from California because someone figured out who we were, that there were Petrovs in California and now here we are. In some small town in Vermont and in it, the past two years here have been good. Silent. This is my last year of this academic bullshit before I can finally go back to Italy, begin working alongside Alessio and fight for the three mafia alliance. I expected the months to go by fast. I planned to stay completely focused on my own world, boxing at an underground ring to bring money in and keep my friend's gym afloat. But what I didn't fucking expect was her. And god, she runs so pretty, like her name. A river flowing and running a continuous stream...Until you throw a rock in and fuck up the entire stream. Im coming for you River and there is nowhere you can run where I won't find you... River Hayes I've lived in this fucked up town my entire life. I'm barely surviving to get through my last year of this absolute hell. Every single day is a battle to keep my head above water, living under a roof where peace doesn't exist. My dad is an alcoholic with heavy fists and a temper that goes off like a landmine and my mother is a broken woman who was driven to drugs after seeing how miserably her life had failed her. I can't end up like them. I won't let myself. That's why I do what I do. That's why I've spent the last three years of my life selling my body at a gentlemen's club in town, a place where only the elite travel to such a little town to watch strippers dance and throw money at them. It's humiliating. No one from school even knows what I do and still I feel disgusting, I feel worthless, like nothing of mine is even mine anymore. But I'll keep doing it because I have no other choice, I need to get out of here and this degree is my one way ticket out. Or at least, thats what i thought...

"You're a thorn in my side." . . . The bane of my existence has always been Alessandro Silvestro. He's the reason my blood boils every time I'm in the same room as him. The reason why I do things out of my character. He brings out the nasty, rotten side of me. He was my first love. First enemy. And if that wasn't enough, he's also the identical copy of my best friend. The person I hate the most also has the face of the person who means the most to me. And he'll stop at nothing to see me crushed and wither in front of his eyes.

ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʟᴏɴᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏꜰ "ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇɪʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ" ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ. ______________ 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 𝐶𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖 spent her entire life running away from the world she was born into. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲. As a mafia princess destined to inherit an empire, she chose the one path that would disgrace it all. Becoming a stripper and disappearing into the shadows. But the shadows already belonged to someone else. 𝑁𝑖𝑘𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑖 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑧𝑜𝑣 was never supposed to notice her. A man built from violence. A man whose name is whispered but whose face remains unknown. A man who built his entire life around control, until the one woman who refused to fear him became the only thing he could not ignore. She hates everything he represents. He cannot understand why he cannot stay away. When two people built from opposite sides of the same darkness collide, will they destroy each other... 𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒? ________________ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ | 18+

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. She hides behind bold boots and brighter dresses, yellow loud enough to drown out the cracks in her heart. It almost works. Until the man her papa crossed decides to collect what he's owed. He doesn't ask. He takes. Tattooed hands. A ruler of empires built on blood. He closes the distance. She tries to keep it. But he's always liked the chase.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧. Her ambition runs too thick and her patience stretches too thin. She disappears when the pressure builds, returns polished and untouchable, like she wasn't just clawing for air in the dark. She was only supposed to steal a few files-files she knows too well. Just enough to secure her place at the top. Instead, she captures the attention of a man who built his empire from ruin. A man who doesn't forgive betrayal. He wants control. He wants obsession. He wants to ruin her. And she might just ruin him right back.

To the world Jadalyn Blackwood is her father's crown jewel...A flawless ballerina spinning under the bright stage lights, trapped in a perfect glass box. But Jadalyn knows the truth. Ever since her mother died and her father brought home a woman and her two golden child siblings, Jadalyn has been nothing more than an afterthought. A pretty prop used to maintain the family's public image. Then comes Alessio Petrov. To the public eye Alessio is a reckless chaotic playboy who couldn't care less about the underworld hierarchy. He was supposed to be the Bratva's second-in-command, a position he treated like a joke. But in a bloodbath that shocked the criminal underworld, the bratva had dismantled the Italian mafia from the inside out, stepping over the bodies of his enemies and he had claimed the title as Don for himself. Alessio didn't crash into Jadalyn's life by accident. He knows the rot hidden beneath her father's empire and he intends to use the lonely ballerina as the ultimate weapon of ruin. His plan is simple: snatch her away from her family, use her to get close to the blackwoods tear them apart from inside to out. But as he pulls Jadalyn into his dark orbit, the act begins to slip. --- "You should've never let me get this close Jadalyn, because now that I've tasted your light i'm never going back to the dark."

As war erupts between the Greek and Sicilian mafias, the powerful Accardi family must fight to protect their empire. Accardi Obsession unravels a dark, multi-POV mafia story charged with forbidden chemistry, explosive family tensions, and an arranged-marriage pact that turns sworn enemies into something far more dangerous. *** The Sicilians trusted them. The Greeks tried to take their empire. Now, the balance of power hangs by a thread. In the third season, the Accardi family faces their greatest war yet - one that will test loyalty, love, and blood itself. Costa and Millie are fighting to protect the family they built together, even as war threatens to tear them apart. Rocco and Alessia are learning what it means to be married in a world that can take everything from you in seconds. And when a new marriage alliance is proposed, one Accardi makes the ultimate sacrifice, and enemies become lovers... or whatever you call it when hate gets complicated. There's a war brewing, a wedding on the calendar, and at least four people pretending they're not in love. The Accardis are back. Pray for whoever stands in their way.

The Costantino Sequel - Featuring Costa, Millie, the twins, and all the Accardi madness readers know and love, ROCCO is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers descent into obsession, loyalty, and fire. The Accardi family is back. And this time, it's Rocco's turn. At 30 years old, Rocco Accardi is known for a lot of things-his temper, his recklessness, his complete disregard for consequences. As the future underboss of Sicily's most feared family, he was never meant to feel anything. Until her. Alessia Russo, 26, Palermo's top real estate agent, has spent the past three years keeping things strictly professional. Which is hard to do when your most dangerous client spends every meeting flirting like it's a sport-and you've had a crush on him since day one. He's chaos. She's control. Their relationship was never meant to cross the line. But one wrong step-and everything spirals. Rocco doesn't know how to love. But he knows how to destroy. And once he decides she's his, he'll burn the city before he lets her go. Something is coming. And nothing will be the same after it hits.

Can you damage someone beyond repair? Luca plays his role as the loyal underboss. Violent, lethal, flawless. The lapdog, the starboy. On the surface, he maintains his facade of smirks and casual charm, but beneath the mask, thereʼs a profound darkness, a relentless memory of the girl who shattered his heart years ago. Soft, innocent, naive---sheʼs the last thing he needs... yet the only thing heʼs ever wanted. When trouble drags Wren back to New Yorkʼs underworld, she has no choice but to face the past she never outran. She never stopped yearning for the boy who lit up her world seven years ago, the only person who ever made her feel truly alive. Fate throws them back into the same orbit, but can they survive the wreck of their past?