"Who's the bastard's father?" His voice was cold. Controlled. His eyes flicked briefly to the paper clutched in her hands before locking onto her face with an intensity that made her stomach drop. Emilia couldn't meet his gaze. Fear rooted her in place. After all, he was the only man she had ever been with. "Answer me, Emilia," he demanded, his voice rising just enough to make it sting. She squeezed her eyes shut, releasing a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "Our family is waiting for us," she said weakly, grasping for escape. Marcello cursed under his breath and dragged a hand through his hair. Then, without warning, he stepped forward and gripped her shoulders, as his restraint snapped. "Answer me," he shouted. A tear slipped down her pale cheek as her voice faltered. "I... it's-" Her chest tightened, lungs burning as the truth pressed against her throat. "It's yours." For a split second, she waited. Hoped. Some foolish part of her still believed he might soften-might recognize the weight of what she'd just given him. Instead, he stepped closer, crowding her space, forcing her to tilt her head back to meet his glare. Emilia's breath caught involuntarily. His eyes were cold, unyielding, stripped of anything human. A far cry from the man who took her breathe away twelve weeks ago. "You're a liar." *** After catching her boyfriend cheating, Emilia Rene makes a reckless decision to shed more than just her heartbreak. One alcohol-fueled night with a stranger changes her life forever leaving her pregnant. A few months later, fate throws her back into the path of the devilishly charming Italian billionaire, Marcello Dell'Amore . And the interesting part he's now her stepbrother.

Ella's mother sells her to the Italian-American mafia, and now she's a maid for a feared and ruthless family. Made to clean up messes and endure insults, she catches the eye of the boss, Marco. An inexperienced woman, she has no idea what she's in for. Marco is the handsome, cunning head of the family. He's got no time for distractions, but in waltzes an innocent, doe-eyed beauty who he can't keep off his mind.

Silent chains An Obedient Girl. A Dangerous Man. A Silence Too Loud to Ignore. Aarya has never spoken a word. A twenty one year old Born mute and forbidden by her cruel family to learn sign language, her life has always been quiet - not peaceful, but silenced. Hidden away in an attic, unloved and abused while her stepsister is pampered like royalty, Aarya's only survival tool is obedience. She never questions, never resists... until one night, fate places her in the wrong place at the worst time. She witnesses a brutal murder committed by the city's most feared mafia boss, Luca De Rossi - a twenty eight year old man known for leaving no witnesses alive. But when he finds her cowering in fear, trembling and tear-streaked, he spares her life. Barely. A story of forced proximity, power and vulnerability, slow-burning connection, and a girl who can't speak... but says everything without words. ---

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

"I want you to sit on my lap." He swallows hard. I nod, my fingers digging into his broad shoulders. I shouldn't be doing this in front of everyone. There are people watching. I need the cash desperately. I bring my shaky knee between his wide thighs and sit on his lap. He leans back, staring intensely. His eyes give nothing away. Then, his arms move down and rest on my thighs. My lips part in a silent "oh" at the warmth of his tattooed hand. Without warning, he slides his hand around my lush a*ss and jerks me forward in one hard move, my pvssy ending up right against his bulging c0ck. I suck in a harsh breath, biting the inside of my cheek to hold back a møan, my hands on his shoulders, my t¡ts an inch from his sinful mouth. He groans, "Dance." ••• Alexa Davis is desperate,kicked on the street with no where to go,she walk into the strip club looking for a job. As a cocktail waitress,she's only suppose to serve drinks but when a hot stranger with piercing blue eyes flashed her a cash,how can she turn it down? As a Russian mafia boss and the owner of the strip club and gambling gardens, Mikhail Marco was a man with no emotions. He wants the young dark haired and he gets whatever he wants. "Rule 1; You're not allowed to fall for me. My heart belongs to another." She nods, " I won't." "Good,now strip". Another bang🔥 📌Rules are meant to be broken aren't they 😁 🔞strictly explicit from episode 1 till end... You've been warned .. NOTE; The cover is not mine

She was his niece by law. He was everything she was never allowed to want. After losing her billionaire parents to a tragic suicide pact, 19-year-old Raya is thrown into the ruthless world of her step-uncle-Zane Thornfield. Cold. British. Mafia. A man carved from sin and secrets. She mocks his accent. He claims he doesn't care. But hate burns hot... and one forbidden kiss turns into a wildfire neither of them can control. He was twice her age. Her guardian by law. And the only man who made her feel wanted. But when love becomes a scandal, and a vengeful ex threatens to ruin everything... Zane must choose between protecting her name- Or claiming her as his, forever. ___________________________________________ ⚠️Highly mature content |18+⚠️ Contains mature themes: age-gap, forbidden romance, morally grey relationships, and explicit sexual scenes (18+). All characters are consenting adults🔞🌶. Follows Wattpad's guidelines. #2 in agegapromance #1 in maturethemes #1 in loved #1 in sleepparalysis #1 in funny #1 in forbiddenromance Started : 22 may 2025 Ended : 4 June 2025

"You think John would've ever made you feel like this?" I asked darkly, lips brushing her nipple as my fingers circled her again. "You think he would've claimed you like I will?" She whimpered. And when I pushed two fingers inside her, her knees buckled. "Say it," I demanded. "Say you're mine." She shook her head, biting her lip. "I hate you." "Then hate me while I fuck you," I snarled, lifting her up with one arm under her thighs and carrying her to the bed of straw and soft woven sheets they'd laid out like a royal gift. I laid her down like a queen, but I wasn't here to worship. Not tonight. I was here to destroy. ❀.•°°•.✿.•°°•.❀ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭. A chaotic 20-year-old girl. A 38-year-old billionaire with a past soaked in blood. And one forest mistake that ended in a forced tribal marriage. She thought she'd drive him crazy. He thought he'd never fall. But fate had a different game- one with bullets, betrayals, and a heartbeat that refused to stop. When love becomes war, and death becomes a lie... 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗... 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢? ___________________________________________ ⚠️HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT | 18+⚠️ ⚠️ Spicy scenes ahead. 18+ only. Fully consensual & guideline-friendly.🔞 Started : 18 April 2025 Ended : 2 June 2025

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

❛❛𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑❜❜ ・ ❦ ・ ❝𝗕𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿... 𝗔𝘀 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱, 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴- 𝙄'𝙢 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪.❞ ・ ❦ ・ Desperately in need of money for her mom's illness, Ophelia had no choice but to work as a waitress for Dream Nightclub after receiving her friend's recommendation. Unfortunately for the clueless girl, she had gotten into RLM's Don, Elijah Romano's dangerous game after she stepped into the nightclub- 𝙝𝙞𝙨 nightclub. No one has caught his attention the way she did. Her aura lured Elijah to desire all she had, and he knew he would conquer her world- what she had already done since they locked eyes with each other- without him knowing. ・ ❦ ・ 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒: 𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐤 ~ Jan 4, 2022 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝐤 ~ Jul 6, 2022 𝟑𝟎𝟎𝐤 ~ Jan 10, 2023 𝟒𝟎𝟎𝐤 ~ May 2024

{MAFIA ROMANCE} "You, Aria, are like a piece of music that I could listen to, over and over again, and never get tired of hearing." Aria Remington was sitting alone in an empty airport gate waiting for her flight home when she first met Leonardo. Little did she know what she was getting herself into. Leonardo Romano is the Capo of the Italian mafia and never shows any emotion, weakness or care in anyone. Until he met her. But was he selfish enough to bring her into his world? ~~~ {excerpt} Aria. She was here. Right here. She didn't hear me come through the door, too engrossed in the book she was reading. I could hear her humming along to a song, similar to the way we first met. I walked right up to the desk, a gentle smile on my face. She still hadn't realised that I was there so I cleared my throat. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, how can I help-" she looked up and she froze. Once it had sunk in, she smiled the biggest smile I have ever seen. "Leo!" She leaned over the desk and tried to give me a hug but because I was so tall, she only ended up hugging my torso. "Hello, amore." ~~~ Started- 10/3/22 Ended- 29/7/22 #1 - loving {12/7/2022, 13/2/2023} #1 - goodgirl {12/8/2022} #1 - italy {12/8/2022} #1 - romancestories {17/8/2022, 12/3/2023} #1 - mafiaromance {23/8/2022} #2 - cute {18/8/2022} #17 - love {6/10/22} *contains strong language and some violent scenes*