A young girl who is very nice is abducted by a cold-blooded billionaire mafia. He gradually turns her into his possession then into his obsession, but a traitor has stolen his heart, so all he can do is abhor the traitor and search for her if he can find her. The price of her betrayal would be that she would curse the day she was born. Will the girl he kidnaps and plans to marry ever win his heart, or will she just be his property to do with as he pleases? trigger warnings ⚠️ abusive relationship, drugs, slavery, dark, cold, sexual assault, violence, human trafficking, mafia, guns etc. so if you are not comfortable with these, please avoid this story. *I don't support any of these!!*

"This," he gestured to Vincent's corpse, "is what happens when you betray me," he hissed. He grabbed my chin and pressed his thumb painfully into my cheek again before continuing, "don't ever betray me." Without hesitation I said, "I won't." I didn't know what made me so sure. Was it my love for him or my fear of him? But as his face broke out into a wide smile, his pearly white teeth a clean contrast to the blood all over him, I realised what the answer was. Daniel was sick. But I was sicker because I loved him more than ever. I could never fear him. He removed his hand from my face, no doubt smearing blood all over my brown skin as he patted my head like I was an obedient dog and he was my master. "Good girl." ***** Full synopsis inside. Highest Rank: #7 in adultromance

"Apologize, amore." he said with a deadly tone of voice. "If I don't apologize, then what?" I replied with grin on my face. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his body. He lowered his head down to my ear, letting out a whisper. "As much as I love you, I won't hesitate to punish you as soon as we get back home. It all depends on how well you behave and so far, it's not good." My body was heated by his words, I knew how much I wanted this and so did he. The teasing was only making this worse for the both of us. "Well, punishments are my best friend so I wouldn't mind them." I teased. "Oh believe me, piccola. You will change your mind and behavior once I'm done with you." ~~~ 20 year-old Ella Cage was just a semi-normal girl, the usual clubbing and working with her roommate known as Nicolas Rivera. She did one-night-stands in hoping she would find a perfect guy to spend the rest of her life with, but this time, the guy made the first move. And that one move would change her life, joining into the world of mafias. 34 year-old Lucifer Steel was the son of one of the most powerful mafia leader, along with his brother Oliver Steel. After their father had gotten ill, Lucifer did everything to prepare for the moment that he would be the new mafia leader. The one thing he didn't prepare for was falling in love with some girl from a nightclub. ~~~ Rankings! #1 in Cocky #1 in Kinky #1 in Recommend #1 in Mafia #1 in Richguypoorgirl #2 in BDSM #2 in Mafialove #2 in Submissive #3 in Killer

"I will protect you, even from yourself. I will love you, even when you resist. I will never let you go, no matter how hard you try to run. You can fight, you can scream, you can beg-but I will always find you, always bring you back to where you belong... with me. In life and in death, in joy and in suffering, you are mine. Forever. Until the world turns to dust and even after. And if anything-or anyone-dares to come between us, I will burn the earth itself to keep you by my side. Say yes, my love. Say yes, because there is no other answer." *** What did I do to deserve this? I used to believe I had control-my life, my choices, my fate. But nothing could prepare me for the nightmare I'm now tangled in. Every truth I thought I knew has unraveled, exposed for the lie it always was. What I once held dear no longer matters in a world where the unknowns consume me. Now, I'm trapped. Not just by the chains of my own fear, but by him. The devil incarnate-wrapped in the skin of a God, his beauty like a razor's edge, sharp enough to tear through my sanity. His eyes, cold as hell's depths, and yet they burn with a darkness I can't escape. He calls me his. Mine, he whispers, like a promise and a threat all at once. I can feel it-the weight of his gaze, the twisted game he plays with my mind. There's no mercy here, no compassion, only a perverse kind of obsession that claws at my every thought. I don't know if I want to escape anymore, or if I just want to survive him. I'm drowning in a storm of desire and fear, suffocated by the very thing that pulls me deeper into his world. I could run, but where would I go? There's no escape from a monster whose love is as dangerous as his hate. It's a game of survival now-either I learn how to endure the suffocating attention of a psychopath, or I break. Either way, I'm doomed. But as much as I hate him, I crave him. And that... that may be the worst curse of all.

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. - 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. - 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.

"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.

Her siren ebony eyes sang to him a beautiful melody of fear so hypnotizing that he could not find it in himself to look away. For the first time, he felt his heartbeat drumming violently against his ribcage, a reaction to her call. He heard her song, and he was coming. With the corner of his lips curved into a smirk, he marched towards her; if drowning and burning into holy water was what it took to have her, he would swim right through it because she was his the moment he laid his eyes on her. ... Trigger warning‼️This story contains many graphic themes that touches sensitive topics, which some readers may find uncomfortable. ‼️AGAIN! THIS STORY CONTAINS MANY GRAPHIC REFERENCES, NO WARNING WILL BE GIVEN BEYOND THIS POINT.‼️

"These moans of yours, Zemira, they tend to tamper with my head. They're making my mind a haywire, 𝓜𝓸𝔂 𝓿𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓲𝓻." He whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. His dominance was giving me power to show my dominance. If he wants to tease the devil, then he shall receive a tease in return too. Out of nowhere, I loosen myself from his grip and slam him to the wall, again. I start planting slow kisses on his neck and he tilts his head a little giving me more access. I lean towards his ear and place a kiss on it before whispering. "Today, we have ignited a fire, which will only wither by our deaths, Canzone. It will give us scars and burn us on the way but it will also become a toy which will give us happiness when we'll play with it, 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸. And remember, Orpheus, I've always liked to play with fire." I whispered before slamming my lips onto his. ________________________________________ 𝙕𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙑𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 a.k.a the predator. She is the CEO of Vanina Trades. The Russian mafia leader in disguise started a fire of emotions with 𝘾𝙖𝙣𝙯𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙊𝙧𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙪𝙨 a.k.a the defiler. The heaven knows him as the CEO of Ceriah trades but in the underworld he is the Italian mafia leader. Both had their secret hidden to everyone except their loved ones but if this secret was to expose, then death was also to be exposed. Their worlds were the vessels of sin. What happens when they decide to add another such sin which no one realised would change them? ❤️ ⚠️CONTAINS EVERYTHING!⚠️

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭. Dr. Volkov, a popular psychologist starts treating a damaged young woman, Leona Winters. The line between patient and lover blurs quickly. But when she uncovers the darkness he's been hiding and tries to walk away, he makes sure she never gets the chance.

Warning ⚠️ ‼️‼️‼️this is not a happy ending book, the male lead in this book is evil to the end. Explicit mature themes, kidnapping, manipulation, bounding, tortured. This book is not recommended for readers under 18 and those triggered by any of the above. ... I saw the corner of his mouth twitch and before I could comprehend anything he tightened his hold on my throat, my mouth was already slightly open so he had the opportunity to shove a gun in my mouth. I tried to move back away from him but he tightened his hold and shove the gun farther down my throat causing me to make loud gurgling choking sounds, the taste of metal, fire and smoke spread into my taste buds causing me to gag, that's the same gun he had shot my father with. "Do you have trouble speaking? I'll help you talk my love, there must be something stuck in your throat?" He said shoving the gun deeper, by now the base of his pistol was pressed down against my lips as I choked loudly. I screamed and jumped in fright as he pulled the trigger. Nothing, No bullets were fired. The force of the gun shook my whole body. I gargled and shook my head no repeatedly, but he wasn't satisfied. he squeezed my throat and completely blocked my airway. By now I started panicking more as I could no longer breathe, what does he want me to say?? please just stop this. "I merry gyou" I somehow managed to gargle those words out hoping he hears them. My mouth tastes like metal and I could taste blood as well, the force of the gun being shoved down my throat scratched the inside of my mouth.