𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐦. . . . There are things you're taught not to do. Rules you're told to follow. People you're meant to forget. Flora never planned to end up here, but after one too many mistakes, her life dives for rock bottom. Now, she's trapped in a world she doesn't understand, haunted by a past she can't outrun. And at the center of it all stands the boy she'd sworn to forget. What once was fate, fractures into an illusion and twist into something dangerously evil. They were kids together. Friends together. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵. She's new. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵. She's fresh meat. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. What happens when they reunite? Secrets unfold. Chaos runs free. And the line between love and ruin sharpens into a thin blade, as history proves to repeat itself in its cruelest form. A girl. A boy. And a mad house that feeds on sin. There's no place to hide here. You can run, but you'll never get away. "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘉𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘮. 𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺." 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

At seven, she was nothing more than a child in white lace, her hand pressed into his as their families sealed a deal with rings and blood. He was eleven-already carved from stone, already the heir to a throne built on power, violence, and fear. Neither of them understood the weight of the promise that bound them. But years later, that promise has returned to claim them both. She is no longer a little girl. She has grown into a mafia princess-reckless, untamed, with fire in her veins and defiance in her tongue. He is no longer a boy. He is the ruthless leader of an empire, a man whose word is law and whose hands are stained with blood. They are opposites, destined to clash. She hates his control, his cold indifference, his unyielding dominance. He despises her rebellion, her refusal to bend, the chaos she brings into his ordered world. Yet hate is not the only thing that burns between them. Beneath every furious argument lies an attraction as sharp and dangerous as the knives hidden under their skin. Every glance dares the other closer, every touch threatens to ignite the very fire they're both trying to smother. But in their world, love is a weakness. Betrayal is a death sentence. And their marriage-forced, bound in blood and tradition-is less a union and more a war. Still, amidst the smoke of gunfire, whispered lies, and enemies circling like wolves, a brutal truth rises: They may destroy each other. Or they may burn the whole world down together. #1 in arrange #1 in unholy

I should have run away the second Daniel Valente looked at me like that. But some part of me wanted to know what it felt like to be ruined. - Rose De Luca is the daughter of a dangerous Mafia boss, Alessandro De Luca. Men feared being with her, due to her overprotective father and of course because of her power, which caused her to have some disdain for love and relationships since they would never last. All she wanted now was to just live her life with happiness, without having to be a part of her father's mafia business. But when her father hosted a party to meet the neighboring mafia across the city, everything changed, and now she might have to resort to other solutions, including actually inheriting her father's business. Her father spent years protecting her from the mafia world. The problem was, he forgot to protect her from the men inside it. 🥀💋⛓🖤 Rose De Luca was never supposed to matter. Temporary. Disposable. She looked at me like I was dangerous. Smart girl. I should've stayed away. But obsession turns smart men into monsters. And maybe that's why we destroyed each other. - Daniel Valente wants very few things in life, and one of those things happens to be being the only mafia in all of Italy, but he can't do that with Alessandro in the way, with all his wealth and power over one of the main cities, Reggio Calabria, with global operations all over the world. At first, Daniel thinks it'll be easy, go to the party Alessandro is hosting, find his weak spots then use them against him, but the thing was, every rival knew Alessandro De Luca loved his daughter. What they didn't know was that she was also the only promise he'd ever made to his dead wife. And Alessandro De Luca never broke promises.

"𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐲." ~ Marriage was never for love-it was for legacy. A strategy. A performance. And for the Lombardis and the Morettis, it was the most calculated, showstopping alliance of the century. Roman Moretti, Don of the La Cosa Nostra, and Angeline Lombardi, only daughter of the French-Italian Mafia Capo, had been betrothed since her birth --matched to unite two empires under one crown. Hidden from the world, Angeline was raised to be the perfect wife. Groomed. Silenced. Controlled. She learned early that one misstep would strip her of everything-including her name. Everyone's first mistake? They underestimated her. Though no one had ever seen her, the world assumed the Lombardi Princess was a polished doll. Quiet. Disposable. Roman saw the marriage as a formality-another calculated step toward total dominance. He had no plans to love her. No plans to live with her. Just a wife on paper, tucked away from him elsewhere, summoned when needed for appearances. But everything changed the moment he saw her walking down the aisle. She was perfection. Untouchable. She would be his ruin, his weakness, his obsession, his motivation. His everything. But what if that had been her plan all along? Not everything buried stays dead. Not every identity is what it seems. In a world where saints become monsters and monsters are worshipped like gods, Angeline must decide what's worth saving: her bloodline, her love, or herself. ~ -HEA -18+ -Romance/mystery/thriller -No Cheating/OWD -DARK ROMANCE "OMYGOSH. This book was immaculate. I could NOT put it down at all. Every chapter was AMAZING, the writing is shakespears work and each chapter made me laugh, smile, cry so much and this whole thing was a rollercoaster of emotions." -@Sunfloweraate8

18+ ❝ I'm a man of great restraint but seeing you like this is pushing the boundaries of my self control, so bad that I might just pin you against this wall and fuck the life right out of you. ❞ ******* San Francisco royalty, Killian Fobster is an egotistical, manipulative asshole who will rather fuck an octopus on live television than get tied down to a woman. But when his one-night-stand from two months ago shows up in his office with not-so-pleasant news, he has to make certain decisions that may involve going against everything he stands for. With his vicious good looks, skirt-chasing habits, and cold demeanor, he is the last person a sweet girl like Hope Sterling should be involved with, but desperate times call for rather creative measures, and soon after she finds herself trapped in the sham of a fake union that threatens to blossom into something that may change her life forever.

ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS WHO GET SHOVED INTO A ARRANGED MARRIAGE BOOK ........... They don't kiss. They clash. They were born into violence and raised to be monsters. He kills on command, leaves bodies as warnings, and smiles while doing it. She's just as lethal-sharp blades, sharper words, and a temper that's ended men twice her size. Their families are sworn enemies, their blood feud written in gunfire and graves. Their affair was never tender. It was teeth and nails. Knives pressed to throats. It was rage-fueled sex that felt like war-hands around throats, promises whispered like threats, pleasure taken out of spite. Then their parents catch them. Instead of punishment, they're forced into a marriage meant to stop the bloodshed. A contract signed in blood. A wedding guarded by armed men. Now they're bound together, wearing rings like restraints. Their fights turn violent. Their nights turn feral. Hate bleeds into obsession, and obsession into something far more dangerous. They're trapped in a gilded cage, sharing a bed they swore they'd never sleep in willingly, playing devoted spouses while plotting each other's destruction. Marriage turns their private war into a public contract. A shared bed becomes a battleground. Arguments end with hands slammed against walls, steel glinting between them, promises whispered like threats. Every touch dares the other to flinch. Every moment alone feels like it could end in blood-or something far worse. Every argument ends with threats. Every touch feels like a challenge. Every night is a battle neither can afford to lose. Because in the mafia, marriage is a weapon-and when hate tastes this good, love might be the deadliest sin of all. .............. "They call it peace. I call it a prettier kind of war." ............ "They call it peace. I call it a prettier kind of war."

Jules: A year ago, I had it all. The perfect job, the perfect life, and the perfect fiancé. Christian Allister Lukov was the most insufferable, arrogant, yet deadly charming man I knew. A manipulative and intelligent liar disguised in Tom Ford suits. One I fell in love with. Fate threw us together and I mistook his deception for love once. I refused to make the same mistake again. But it just took one little disaster for me to run back into his arms. I desperately needed a date to my brother's wedding, unfortunately, my options were limited. With a family that pounced at the first taste of drama, my broken engagement had become my dirty little secret, and when time came for me to bring a date to the wedding, I was left with no other choice. Christian knew his way around the world, he knew how to make people love him and hate him. I learned my lesson and I would always choose the latter. But in desperate need of a fake fiancé that my family would adore, I made yet another bargain with Christian Lukov. But there were conditions to everything, even love. ... Christian: I may have lost Jules a year ago, but I still had it all. Somewhere between meeting my little sister's annoying best friend and then hiring her years later to become my assistant, I had fallen in love with Jules Evangeline Declan. I would have given the world to be with her but Jules was the one to throw away everything we'd built. When she came back to me a year later, demanding to put a ring on my finger again, I had my suspicions. But I was an opportunist and there was no rest for the wicked. Ever since Jules walked out of my life, I'd been a mess. I lost a fiancé, maybe even the love of my life, but I also lost a perfectly capable employee. One I desperately needed back. I knew my way around the world, I knew how to make people fear me and hate me. But nothing mattered when it came to Jules, I would do anything to have her in my life again in any damn way, even lie.

NATALIA I met him at the club. Tattooed. Cocky. Mouth like sin. He pressed up behind me, whispered in my ear, and ruined every man who came before him. Just another wild night, I thought. Just another pretty face. Until I walked into the hospital and found him on my table bleeding, smirking, unforgettable. Mateo Cruz is a CEO with a street racing addiction and a body built for sin. He's chaos. Arrogance. Fire. And somehow... he's the only place I feel safe. MATEO She was supposed to be a distraction. Curvy, mouthy, wild a bad bitch with a perfect smile and a don't-fuck-with-me attitude that made my blood boil. I didn't plan on needing her. Didn't plan on falling. But Natalia got under my skin and never left. Now she's in my bed, my life, my empire. And if anyone tries to take her away I'll burn the whole city down. ⸻ They weren't meant to fall. But when fire meets gasoline... love was inevitable.

"Barefoot, she fled to a world severed from me. I let her vanish. I let her hide. I let her chase the illusions of freedom, for I know that when her feet tire, when she collapses to her knees, I will always be there to cradle the bruises on her ankles . . . and bind them the same." • • • • • He once held her like a sacred secret, until she learned the curse was him all along. And when his demons drenched her in red, there was nothing left to do but let the consequences storm. In a fractured world reeking of sin and blood, there are no winners- only ruin. A prophecy waits to wake in the hands of the girl who shapes an Arcane's obsession. But little does he know: she has memorized the spine and gravity of what makes his marrow breathe. And if he dares to cage her now, she will twist the chains of their fate until they cut into his own flesh. The only problem? The bastard will endure it with a smile. If not, then carve himself a little deeper just to be closer to her heart.

Ever since she's been a child, Leila Rossetti's sole ambition has been to seize control of The Cosa Nostra and avenge the childhood she lost by the claws her father, The Don. When she inadvertently declares war on the Russians, who have long held a vice grip on the underground, her plans go right in the trash giving way to a far more dangerous threat. Yet the overconfidence of the Italian assassin is nothing more than a source of amusement to Nikolai Romanov, king of The Bratva. Known for his ruthlessness and absolute control over Russia, he views Leila's reckless move as merely an entertaining spectacle, like a predator who only toys with its prey before devouring it. So what happens when The Pakhan finally decides to strike his prey? ________________________ His thumb traced the sensitive skin of my wrist, a slow rhythm that felt like he was counting my heartbeats. Then he leaned in, his lips hovering near my ear, not touching, yet the heat was enough to sear. "You're so beautiful. Even when you lie to me." I rolled my eyes, tilting my head back against his shoulder just to show him I wasn't afraid of the proximity, even while my skin screamed at the contact. "And you're still an arrogant bastard who thinks he can keep a throne just by sitting on it." "I don't just sit on it, milaya. I bleed for it. And occasionally, I make sure others bleed a little more." The vibration of his throaty chuckle sent shivers down my spine. "Now, tell me another lie. I want to see if you can make your heart rate match your tongue."