WARNING __________ This story is a dark romance. It will contain dark subjects, some of which may be triggering to certain readers. Subjects that may be featured are self-harm, violence and abuse and rape. It may also mention or reference sexual themes and isn't limited to other dark topics. THIS BOOK IS NOT SMUT! There is also swearing and bad language. I AM NOT GLORIFYING THESE TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS!! READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED! See introduction chapter for more information. DESCRIPTION ______________ Life is hard enough without the twists and turns that many of us face along our way. Alice Green was a victim of abuse, a relationship ending in disaster. Yet despite this Alice has still come out the other side strong, or so she says. Working as a criminal psychologist had always been a dream for her, however it soon turned into a nightmare when Alice is kidnapped by a ruthless mafia Don who will not rest until she truly belongs to him.

"You don't belong in places like this," he whispers, backing me into the darkness of his bedroom. "But you belong to me." 🖤 Plus-size FMC | Mafia | Morally Grey MMC | Daily Updates 🖤 I was the Don's niece. Supposed to be untouchable. Sheltered. Safe. But my uncle decided I was the perfect sacrifice to leash his most brutal enforcer. Dominic Russo is a slaughterhouse dressed in Italian silk. The man they send to make bodies disappear. A monster with pale, dead eyes who looks at me like I'm a problem he needs to solve. I thought I was just a plus-size girl with flour in her hair, trying to stay out of the dark world my family built. But when I stepped into the wrong alley, I caught his attention. Now, I'm his. Bound in a forced marriage to a man who breaks bones as easily as he breaks rules. I fight him. I hate the dark, hungry way he looks at my soft curves. I hate that when his rough hands touch me, my fear turns into something traitorous and hot. He doesn't just want my obedience. He wants to sink his teeth into my innocence and consume me whole. This isn't a love story. It's a trap. So why is the hardest part not trying to escape... but trying not to fall for the man assigned to protect me? ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNINGS: Dark themes, violence, forced proximity, explicit sexual content, and morally grey characters. Please read at your own discretion.

❝I've already made up my mind, I want you and only you. No one else... because to me, you're my kind of perfect,❞ In the ruthless world of wealth and power, Adrian Ivanov reigns as a cold-hearted man, devoid of remorse. Love holds no meaning for him, as he indulges in a life of opulence and privilege, yet remains hollow. However, his carefully constructed existence is about to be shattered when an unexpected encounter brings Valentina Russo into his life. Valentina, an Italian girl struggling to make ends meet, crosses paths with Adrian at his exclusive club. Little does she know, this chance meeting will unravel the fabric of her entire existence. Will Valentina possess the strength to weather the storm that threatens to consume her? As their lives intertwine, a profound question lingers: Can Valentina be the one to thaw the ice in Adrian's heart and fill the void that has haunted him for so long? Witness a tale of passion, transformation, and the tumultuous journey two souls must undertake in search of redemption and unyielding love. https://www.patreon.com/c/arihartwattpad

"He thought I was his fiance when he pushed me in his bed". She was just the quiet florist girl-delivering roses, not trouble. But when she stepped into the mansion with that bouquet, he mistook her for his runaway fiancée. And when the city's most feared mafia lord makes a mistake... he never lets it go. But was she really mute or pretending, it's still a mystery.

what happened when rudhless and grumpy billionaire meet innocent and lovely girl? love sparks and fall for each other? isabella stone 22 year old orphan girl who is frashly out of college, works in a hotel as a receptionist and is struggling with life's hardships, and then fate played cruel and only loving 8 year old brother fell in sick and need emergency treatment. no help and in darkness in her life, she found little xaviar, and her life starts a new chapter of love and hurt. alexander greyson 29 year old billionaire and 3 months old son, xaviar. After being betrayed by her fiance, no trust in love and busy with work and babysitting his light in his darkness his son.he found this sweet, innocent girl and immediately offered marriage and then started the love story. let's read this rollarcoster story of love.

[Completed novella: Imperial Monarchy- starting from chapter 63 where the mafia king ended.] A/N: besties, if u choose to read this story, know that this story is being edited, read at your own risk! I warned you! --------------------------------------- i had to look up at him since he was so close to me. i backed up hitting the wall, his body pressed on mine. "you want to know why i get all worked up when i see other guys around you? do you want to know why i get so angry when you treat other guys so innocently?" i nodded my head he groaned & ran a hand through his hair "you really are clueless aren't you!" when i didn't reply he spoke again "because you make me feel things aurora! i cant control myself! every time i see another guy around you i want to rip them to shreds!" he yelled "why on earth would you feel things?! you don't even like me Leo!" i retorted "I DO!" --------------------------------- an angel meets a devil. They both were so different yet so similar. In the end they both learned the same lesson; that Love is a strength not a weakness. this story is set in a Dystopian era Where Mafias, Gangs & Mobs gained control over everything. They flipped the world upside down creating their own system. the only way to survive is to abide by their rules. Aurora Amherst. a 21 year old girl. Kind, compassionate and has a strange sense of humor. Enjoys hacking for fun. isn't scared to speak her mind. Leonidas Gambino. Leader of the Sicilian Italian Mafia; the strongest mafia on this earth. He is brutal, violent and without an ounce of mercy in his body. He is the description of the devil. He controls everything from the down low. what happens when she hacks into his Mafia's system "accidently"? This is their story. ~TW: contains dumbass M.C Very toxic, bipolar but hot love interest lastly, fights with google translate Note: there's no smutt (this story is PG)

"The rules for a Mafia wife were endless and strict. Once she entered into this life she would never be free. Women in the Mafia were first daughters, then wives, and then mothers; always under the control of a man, always expected to live up to their expectations." A woman who yields to no man, who cannot be obedient, is not made to be a Mafia wife. Liliana Fiorenza, the headstrong granddaughter of a Sicilian Mafia Don, was not made to be a Mafia wife. Yet, she is forced to return to America and marry the infamous and secretive D'Onofrio heir. Marcello D'Onofrio, the heir to the D'Onofrio legacy, has gained himself a reputation for being far more ruthless than his father ever was. He now sits at the head of one of the most powerful American Mafia families in New York, consumed entirely by his work. Until, that is, he is forced to take on a wife - one who fights him at every turn. TW: Contains violence, assault, depression, and covers the topic of suicide. COMPLETED / BEING EDITED

"I don't want you like men want women." His lips grazed her forehead, then her temple. His breath was ragged. "I want you like a curse wants a victim. Like fire wants oxygen. I want to crawl under your skin and live there. I want to own your thoughts, your dreams, every goddamn breath you take." It all started with a dare - a kiss on a stranger's cheek at a lavish resort party. But that stranger turned out to be Devillian Giordano - ruthless CEO by day, feared mafia boss by night. Cold, commanding, and dangerously irresistible, he doesn't forgive easily... yet something about Siana Aydin begins to unravel him. What begins as a harmless kiss spirals into a twisted web of obsession, secrets, and a deal that cages her in his dark world. But Devillian isn't a hero. He's the monster at the end of every fairytale. And yet, she can't look away - drawn to the very danger that should terrify her. Secrets lurk in every corner, enemies plot from the shadows, and through it all, their hearts burn with forbidden passion. Tropes: Dark Romance, Possessive Alpha, Mafia x Innocent Girl, Deal with the Devil, Hidden Identity, Obsession, Found Weakness, Touch Her and Die. Smut alert 🔞 She's his sunshine. He's her storm. And she's about to become his dark devotion.

"W-Who... a-am I?" Her voice came out barely a whisper, cracking around the edges. She didn't recognize herself. Michael, who had been standing by the door-arms folded, expression unreadable-finally moved. Slow, steady steps until he stood directly in front of her. Towering. Composed. Cold as always. But his eyes... His eyes held something else. He stared at her for a long moment, as if debating what truth to offer her. And then, his words came low... sure... and final. "You're my fiancée," he said. "Chiara." "What's... a fiancée?" Her voice was soft. For a split second, Michael forgot how to breathe. MICHAEL'S CHIARA #Upcoming December 2025

"From today onwards, Ares will be responsible for your security." Haven froze. Lucifer's voice was final, unwavering. She knew that tone. Knew there was no room for negotiation. Her grip tightened around the glass in her hand. "I don't need a bodyguard." Lucifer's stare was ice. "You don't get a choice in this matter Vida." She scoffed. "You expect me to let him follow me around like a damn shadow?" Ares stood by the doorway, silent, dark, and completely uninterested. The dim lighting cast sharp edges across his face-expression unreadable, stance lethal. "You think I want this?" he muttered, voice low, detached. "So stay out of trouble, and I won't have to babysit you." Haven turned to him, fury igniting like gasoline meeting fire. "Babysit? Cute. I didn't know Lucifer's lapdog could talk." Ares barely spared her a glance. "Talk back to me again, and I'll show you what else I can do." Lucifer sighed, rubbing his temples. "Enough. Haven, Ares will be your bodyguard until we find someone more... tolerable." Ares scoffed. "Don't bother. No one would last a week with her." Haven's lips curled into a slow, wicked smirk. "Then let's make sure you don't last a week either, shall we?" For the first time, Ares actually looked at her. Long. Cold. Assessing. And then, he smirked too. "Try me, fiera." Her pulse jumped at the name. Fiera. Little fire. --- Upcoming - JUNE 2025