(Book 3 of the Mafia standalone series) Giovanni Romano x Anna Ivanova/Mancini Giovanni rested one arm on the steering wheel, the other lazily against the center console. He glanced at me, the corner of his mouth already threatening to curve into that infuriating smirk. "Tell me something in Russian." I looked over at him. "Why?" "Because I want to hear you speak it." I sighed dramatically before turning my gaze back to the window, pretending to think. "Fine." I let the words roll off my tongue naturally. "Ty bezumno krasiv, i eto menya strashno besit." Translation: "you are really handsome and it annoys the fuck out of me" The silence that followed lasted exactly two seconds. "What does that mean?" he asked. I shrugged, keeping my face perfectly innocent. "It means..." I paused, as if translating carefully. "...you're insufferable and really annoying." "Hm." Just hm? I frowned. "That's all?" His fingers tapped against the steering wheel as a slow grin spread across his face. Then, in smooth, surprisingly fluent Russian, he leaned closer and murmured, "Spasibo, chto nazvala menya krasivym." Translation: "Thank you for calling me handsome." My entire body froze. I whipped my head toward him so fast I nearly gave myself whiplash. "You- " He laughed. "I never said I didn't understand Russian, tesoro." I groaned, dragging both hands over my face. "I hate you." I murmured as heat crept into my cheeks, and I looked away before he could see it. Tropes: Single mom x Single dad Mafia Romance Forced proximity

#1 - Muslim | 16-11-2024 #1 - Urdu | 11-11-2024 #2 - Desi | 16-11-2024 #3 - Strong Female Lead | 16-11-2024 #4 - Replaced Bride | 30-10-2024 #8 - Love Life | 11-11-2024 #36 - Happily Ever After | 27-10-2024 #14 - Family Issues | 31-03-2025 #75 - Muslim Love Story | 3-10-2024 *** I stormed towards him, anger blurring my sights. The moment I was in front of him, I grabbed hold of his collar with my both hands. As I yell, "Are you cheating on me, Shahzain?" Seems like I took him by surprise, it took him a whole minute to realize what was happening right now. And the moment he did, he loosen my hold on him and pushed me, which had me stumbling back. "Even if I do, it shouldn't matter. I was forced into this marriage, Sobia." He yells back. "I didn't have a choice. But you had. You shouldn't have agreed to this marriage." Only if he knew, all my life it wasn't me who got to select the choice. Neither is this one, the most important one in my life. "I won't tolerate this. Either you leave me or leave her." I stated, anger clouding my senses. He walked towards me and took a hold of my chin in his hand and stated clearly. "And where's the fun in that? You ruined my life. I promised to ruin you till death do us a part." I pushed him hard. I had already suffered much from my so-called family. And I refused to get suffered by my husband. It's all about the limit. The moment I had my limit of misery and pain, I will end all of this. "Are you sure, it's not the other way around?" A humorless chuckle escapes my lips, as my darkest shade of eyes met his grey ones. "Also, just wanted to correct you, my dearest husband. You can't ruin what's already ruined, Shahzain." "And if I find out that you kept meeting her behind my back. I will ruin you and that lover of yours." With that I stormed out of our room, making up my mind.

"𝐈 𝐰i𝐥l f𝐮c𝐤 𝐭h𝐞 𝐟i𝐠h𝐭 𝐨u𝐭 𝐨f y𝐨u, 𝐮n𝐭i𝐥 𝐲o𝐮 𝐚r𝐞 𝐧o𝐭h𝐢n𝐠 𝐛u𝐭 𝐚 𝐭r𝐞m𝐛l𝐢n𝐠 𝐦e𝐬s" "...do you want to break off the engagement with me that much?" "If it's you, you will find a girl who's much better than me. One who will be much more helpful to you. Of course, the company..." His eyes were shining clearly even in the smoke. "All I want is you." He gently swept the back of her hand with his fingertips. She tried to avoid his touch, but he grabbed her wrist and refused to let go. "I've spent a lot of time on this wedding. I took you to an important gathering of acquaintances, and I put a lot of effort into finding a wedding gift and a new house for newlyweds. You've wasted the time of both our families and mine." "So... what do you want me to do?" "Who knows. What should you do?" He inhaled the cigar deeply and exhaled a thick smoke again. As the smoke rolled in, clear tears formed around her eyes. He gently wiped the corners of her eyes. The moment he first met her, he muttered as he stared at her neat face, which made his heart stop. "If you don't like it that much, I can't help it either. We have no choice but to find an agreement."

𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 =========================== He walked in and locked the door. "The only time you talk in this whole fucking week is to a little boy?" He walked towards me and started to remove his blazer and undoing his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked strongly yet I was internally trembling. "Fucking you" And with that he grabs me, turns me around, grabs my hands and pushed me down the table behind me. Before I could process, he lifted my dress, and in a second his dick entered my surprisingly wet pussy. He wasn't sweet at all. He was harsh and I tried to not moan so that I don't embarrass myself in front of others and so that he doesn't hear a voice from me. "The way people looked at you pissed me off so fucking much" I held on the table sides as he was ruthless on his thrusts and I started to cry at the pleasure and humiliation that was building up. "I just wanted to remove everyone's eyes" he said and I cried more. His thrusts were so hard that my legs lifted from the floor and were in air, my pussy was at the mercy of his dick. He bends over me and I felt a tear in my dress. He removed my hair from the back, and whispered, "Scream out loud, don't hide those pretty little moans from me, let others also know to whom does this pussy belong to" ======================== ||FAST PACED BOOK||

"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

𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 ---- Celeste Costelle fled France with many unresolved problems that have been catching up with her lately. Even when she's made an infamous name for herself with the help of the Irish mafia, the assassin can't seem to outrun her past and so she ends up right into the hands of her enemy. Dante Alessi became the youngest capo of the Italian-American mafia after his parents got assassinated. Now, seven years later he finds out that the Irish mafia are recreating the poison that killed his parents. He's standing before piles of unanswered questions, and when the one person that has been nothing but a nuisance to him for years shows up at his doorstep, he might finally get some answers. Follow the story of two people who were thrown head first into lives of violence and crime as their pasts and futures intertwine ---- - 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 - 𝙀𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 - 𝘼𝙜𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙥 - 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙮 - 𝙀𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩

" I do!!" She said in shaky tone. It was still unbelievable for her that her dad made her deal with a Mafia king just for some pennys. She could see the smirk of her ownership in his eyes and a golden cage in which she will have to spend her rest of life. _______________ "Let's see how will you wear all these shameless clothes in my house!!" He said throwing glowing match stick on a pile of clothes in front of him. She was looking at him with wide eyes. "Hey..Stop!!!" She tried to stop him but he yanked her away making her fall on ground. "Remember that I am not your fucking Hassan who will bear all your these shitty tantrums!! This is my house and here follows the rules I, Ibtihaj Ibrahim Usmani makes!!!" He said clenching her jaw. ______________ She was an innocent soul. He kills mercilessly. She was an independent bird. He used to cage birds. He hates her dressing. She hates everything about him. Both were loathing each other's existence not knowing that Allah has bounded them the day they were born till the day of judgement. A story of a girl who never gave a damn about religion. Fashion was her life but there came a point in her life when she wanted to change but the thought disturbed her was that will Allah forgive her?? A story of a man who never thought about a single girl. His work, his gang, his people were all he cared about. They say love can change anyone and anything!! let's see how love changes shameless dressing of Anfal and beasty nature of Ibtihaj. Let's see how they become from "Anfal" and "Ibtihaj" to "Anfal's Ibtihaj". Will Anfal's quest of making Ibtihaj "Anfal's Ibtihaj" be completed?? An enthralling and heart quenching tail of a Mafia man and a normal girl. If you are depressed and thinks that you are worthless and you are big sinner that Allah will never love you ever and forgive you... then!! My beautiful and precious gem!! this story is for you!!❤ Alteast give it a try!! 😊 ~Thank you

her parents died when she was young her uncle is in debt with the biggest mafia boss she is nothing to him so he sells her to get out of his debt one of his man agree with the boss knowing but the cold hearted mafia boss don't want anything to do he plans on selling her to get us money back but what he didn't plan is for her world to turn upside down while he still had her This can't be true they would have never lied to me Amore please forgive me I never knew it was her

Dante Romano, the most powerful Italian mafia leader is forced to pick a bride by his cruel father in a week. When a man betrays his trust and steals from him, Dante is about to kill him before the man mentions he has a daughter around his age and will sell her to him to marry her. But this guy and girl never believed in love because of something to do with their cruel fathers. What will happen when these two broken souls meet each other? Will they help each other in finding their true selves again? Will they actually fall in love? Keep reading to find out...

SEQUEL - CANNOT BE READ AS A STANDALONE Three years ago, he vanished - no goodbye, no explanation. Just silence. Now seventeen, Cecelia Bonetti has learned to live with that silence. She's grown into her strength, anchored by the fierce love of her brothers and the pieces of herself she's slowly put back together. But then - on the first day of senior year - he walks in. Zaiden Black. Only this isn't the boy she once knew. This is someone else entirely. Six-foot-four. Broad. Scarred. His eyes are colder now, carved from something darker. His presence is unignorable, yet he pretends she doesn't exist. He vowed to keep his distance. To stay cold. Unreachable. But Cecelia was never just a memory. And the more he tries to turn away, the more something fierce and protective stirs beneath the armor he's built. He thought walking away would be the hardest part. He was wrong.