When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦ Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother. Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi. Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her. ❦ "I don't share, angel." "He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away. His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me." ❦ HIGHEST RANKING: #5 romance - 6/26/22 Dark Romance Cover by @-simplyhan

"Luci I wanted to-" "Don't f*cking call me that," Lucifer interrupted, speaking in a monotonous voice, whilst staring intently at the marbled floor beneath his feat. "It suits you though!" Dior defended in a giggly tone, but his expression did not change. "I said don't f*cking call me that." "You can even give me a silly nickname if you'd like," she proposed. Silence "Eh, you'll learn to love me one day." Little did she know, he already did. ------------------------------------------------ After the kidnapping and torturing of Dior Delilah Hamilton, the only daughter of the biggest mob boss in New York, Dante Hamilton, her father had no choice but to hire a full-time bodyguard for her, otherwise known as : Lucifer Alistair. Dior Delilah Hamilton Despite how the world has treated her, the contagious smile on her face never faltered. Bringing joy to those around her was her addiction, and the innocent aura surrounding her can never go unnoticed. With 3 older brothers, and a mafia man for a father, she was protected beyond belief. Or so they thought... Lucifer Alistair. His name itself causes the strongest of men to shiver in their boots. And boy did he live up to his name. He'd been let down all his life and learnt to never expect anything from anyone, because everyone will leave you in the end. His mind was set. He was to be a lone wolf til his last breath. Broken, misunderstood, heartless, soulless even, Lucifer could not be fixed. That was until Dior slithered her way into his shattered heart, and vowed to make it whole again. ---------------------------------- I don't own any pictures used in this story All rights reserved, do not copy my work

Don Seth Salvatore was the most dangerous man in London. Living two successful lives both normal and underworld, he was unstoppable. Alana Carsten's world was turned upside down the moment she said her ' I do ' to the vows that tied her entire life to the Don himself, thrown into a dangerous mafia world the fearless spicy twenty five years old was ready for any challenges coming her way. • book one of the Salvatore's series (can read as a stand-alone) • all images in the book don't belong to me, credit to the rightful owners • cover by @myyyraaa_

Nicholas Salvatore the heir to the Salvatore's throne. Born with a diamond spoon in his mouth, he basically had everything in the palm of his hand. A player with the body of a Greek God and face liked a model, the new Don changed women like they were his toys. His hands scarred from murders, dangers lingered wherever he went, his aura had everyone feared his presence. What happened when he met his match? The first woman he wanted but couldn't have. Anastasia Rayne was born to be a killing machine of her father. Trained to seduce and murder since before she even knew what lipstick was, she was a mafia princess after all. The goddess with a figure of an hour glass and eyes that bewitched every guys under her spell. She came to England for a mission under her father command with a perfect plan under her sleeves. A plan that crumbled the moment she met a pair of grey eyes. • book two of the Salvatore's series (can read as a stand-alone) • all images in the book don't belong to me, credit to the rightful owners • cover by @myyyraaa_

Hell freeze over when a forever bond was damned upon his head. Relationship and women in general were the last things on his mind. Interaction between humans wasn't his cup of tea let alone getting tied to someone for the rest of his life. Eden Salvatore wasn't exactly a people person. Wild, full of life, and a walking seduction. Princess Adalina was every men's royal dream. When forced into a marriage with the first man who didn't spare her a second glance, she found herself intrigued by his ignorant nature. He hurt her ego without even trying to and so she made it her life mission to break him. If only she knew, the only way into his heart was by tearing a hole through his ribcage. But, once upon in awhile, right in the middle of a cold hearted doctor and a modern princess's chaotic marriage, love gives us a fairy tale. • book three of the Salvatore's series (can read as a stand-alone) • all images in the book don't belong to me, credit to the rightful owners • cover by @myyyraa_

"Why can't you let me go?" I asked, my voice dripping with frustration. He had cornered me against the wall, his muscular arms caging me. "I don't know." He replied, leaning his head against me so gently that for a moment, I forgot how dangerous this man really was. "I just know that staying away from you is not an option for me." "I hate you." I resisted his touch, when all I wanted was to melt in his arms. "Hate me all you want but you are mine." He replied, touching my jaw softly with his fingers that made me turn into a puddle of emotions. •°•°•°• A series of events lead Penelope Woods to Sean Miller, the tall, dark and handsome business typhoon. But is that all he is? Or there is something dark and twisted behind his white collar facade? Read my story to find out.

''Zidd ho tum is dil ki khawaish ho in nighao ki kese batau ki koi raasta nahi maanzil ho tum meri chahat ki '' AASHIVIK SINGH RATHORE A name that screams power, dominance, and cruelty. A white-collar businessman in the day and a drug mafia lord at the night. He doesn't believe in love and for him, it's just a waste of time until she came and took his breath away. ''Just say anything Chandani I will bring everything to your feet but don't ever try to leave me'' ''It is it that bad that I want you all for myself...your love, your smile everything that belongs to you'' CHANDANI MITTAL Just like her name she is the epitome of beauty that shines when everything is dark. A simple and fun-loving 20-year-old college girl living her life until one day a race lead her to a mysterious man and she caught his attention all for himself. ''I am tired of all this, I dont think I will be able to adjust in your mafia world'' '' I am all yours just love me the way you want" All she wants is a simple life but when the boss of mafias fell for her will she is able to lead a simple life or will she accept his? When all his rivals want her dead will he be able to protect his moon? Everything looks simple but what will happen when destiny will test their love? © All Rights Reserved

❤❤ COMPLETE ❤❤ Winner for "Best General Fiction" and "Best writer" in "South Asian Awards 2021" Winner for the "Best Romance" in "Wattpad Love Awards 2021" Most impressive ranking: #1 in fictionalstory(22/03/2025) #1 in indianstories(23/09/2022) #1 in wattpad2020(04/09/2024) #1 in wattpadromance (22/03/2025) #1 in connection(12/09/2024) #3 in wattpadauthors(16/07/2022) #4 in slowromance(12/05/2021) ***************** Life is never easy. Often, we experience things that are impossible to forget, no matter how hard we try. "Life must go on"-a phrase we hold onto as we push forward. But the real question is: Can we really move on? This is the struggle faced by our protagonists. Both are living their lives, yet their pasts have trapped them in a constant cycle of fear. While they may differ in personality, they share one common trait-fear. What happens when two strangers, bound by this shared fear, come together in a sacred union? Will they find love in each other's arms, or will their marriage become nothing more than an empty bond? Will they confront their pasts, support one another to heal, or will those same pasts continue to haunt them, destroying their future? What will happen when the ghosts of their pasts suddenly resurface? Will they face their fears or crumble under their weight? Will they fight the nightmares that torment them, or allow them to control their lives? Will they find the courage to fight for true love, or will they become prisoners of their own obsessions? To uncover the answers to these questions, you must join these two strangers on a journey that's far from easy. So, buckle up and get ready for the rollercoaster ride of their lives. ************************* This is my first fictional story, Please give a try. I can write poems and Shayaries very well but the story I am going to write first time. I hope you all will enjoy to read this. Start Date : 12/09/2020 Cover by : @Aarya_25

❝ We don't meet people by accident. They are meant to cross paths for a reason ❞ Ibrahim Qureshi, 29-years-old. CEO of the Qureshi enterprises. Handsome and hardworking. His mother's only worry is to see him settled in life; with a wife and a baby. But he was too busy at work to care about marriage. Mawra Hussain, 24-years-old. Assistant of the famous CEO. Lovely and confident. Just like every other parents, hers wanted her to get married and have a little family of her own as well. But she was rejecting every other proposal, her parents thought was eligible for her. Theirs was a strictly professional life, they were never meant to cross paths apart from the office hours. Which took a huge flip when Ibrahim's family goes to ask Mawra's hand in an arranged marriage, shocking the both of them. Join in the journey of Ibrahim and Mawra, of how they become from boss and employee to husband and wife. ••• Word Count: 61,026 Ratings: The book is intended for mature audiences. But there's no explicit description. Fade to black only. •••