Freddie Bianchi and Juliette Dupont are polar opposites. She's hot, he's cold. She makes jokes, he takes them to heart. He's only an inch taller than her, and she makes fun of him ever chance she gets. He calls her a dumb blonde, and albeit she's heard the joke a million times, she takes it to heart when it comes from him. Freddie has a secret that's been eating him up from the inside for years, and Juliette can't seem to find happiness in anything she does. Put two people who've hated each other from the very beginning together- what could go wrong? Everything when secrets spill, loyalties get tested, and hearts get broken. This book is rated 18+ THIRD BOOK IN "THE BLACK HAND BROTHERHOOD" SERIES

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. She hides behind sharp boots and brighter dresses, yellow loud enough to drown out the cracks in her heart. It almost works. Until the man her papa crossed decides to collect what he's owed. He doesn't ask. He takes. Tattooed hands. Calculated eyes. A ruler of empires built on blood. He closes the distance. She tries to keep it. But he's always liked the chase.

I hear Timothy huff. "Come back to the house voluntarily and I'll go easy on you for your punishment." He sounds bored. I guess he's not enjoying running after me anymore. Still I ignore him and continue to walk forward. My walk is more like a drunken wobble now. Everything hurts. I get a few feet further before he pulls me back by my hair. "Stop being stubborn." It feels like he's trying to pull my hair from my scalp. I scream and scratch at his hands. "Let me go!" "You like it when I chase after you. Huh, Rose." He's breathing hard. Oh my god. This is really how I'm going to die. He pushes me onto the ground then grabs my leg. I grab and claw at the ground as he starts to drag me back towards the house. Stones, roots and dirt rub against my body scratching me. I can't continue to be dragged like this. We are at least three miles away from his house. "Let me up, I can walk!" I can barely recognize my own voice. It's so raw. He continues to drag me for a little while longer before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. My body hangs from his limp. When we arrive at the house he takes me straight to his bedroom. He tosses me on the bed like I'm a pillow making my head bang against the headboard. I grab my head and cover my face. "Strip." He breaks the silence. This is darker than Mia.

She was the enemy's daughter. He was the mafia king who swore to destroy him. Aria Moretti's life shatters the moment her father trades her hand in marriage to Raffaele Vitale-the ruthless Don who built an empire on blood, vengeance, and fear. She's meant to be a pawn, a silken offering meant to mend old wounds and forge uneasy alliances. But Rafe doesn't want peace. He wants revenge. And his new wife is a reminder of everything he's lost. Cold, commanding, and untouchable, Rafe makes it clear Aria will never hold his heart. Yet the longer she lives in his gilded cage, the more the lines between hate and hunger blur. Beneath his tattoos and brutal control, she glimpses the man who aches as deeply as he burns. Now she's caught between two worlds: loyalty to the family who betrayed her, and the dangerous man who has become both her torment and her salvation. Passion. Power. Betrayal. In a marriage born of sin, only one question remains- Will love be their ruin...or their redemption?

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."

In the perilous world of the Italian mafia, power and passion are intertwined, and secrets can be as deadly as bullets. Elena Moretti has always lived in the shadow of her older sister, the beautiful and poised Isabella. When Isabella is arranged to marry Luca DeLuca, the feared and powerful head of the Italian mafia, Elena braces herself for a life of quiet support and solitude. But fate has other plans. On the eve of the wedding, Isabella vanishes, leaving only a cryptic note behind. Desperate to avoid a scandal and maintain their family's honor, Elena is thrust into her sister's place as the bride of the formidable Luca. Little does she know, Luca is not a stranger to this turn of events. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Where do you think you're going, Elena?" His voice was low and menacing, sending shivers down her spine. "I... I just needed some air," she stammered, taking a step back. But there was no escape; Luca's presence filled the room, leaving no corner untouched by his dominance. Luca's hand shot out, gripping her wrist with a possessive strength that bordered on painful. "You belong to me now," he hissed, pulling her closer. "There is no running, no hiding. You are mine, Elena. From the moment I saw you, you were destined to be mine." Tears welled up in her eyes, a mix of fear and a strange, undeniable attraction. "But I didn't choose this. I didn't choose you," she whispered, her voice trembling. Luca's expression softened for a fleeting moment, a glimpse of vulnerability behind his hardened exterior. "Perhaps not," he admitted, his grip loosening slightly. "But I chose you. And I will protect you, no matter the cost."

In the shadowed underworld of Porto Nero, where mafia alliances are forged in blood and betrayal, La Scelta-the ancient Choosing ceremony-forces daughters of powerful families to stand as prizes for the sons who would claim them. Elia Moretti has always been second. Her radiant sister Livia draws every gaze, every promise, every choice-including that of Mateo Ricci, Elia's lifelong best friend and secret love. When Mateo chooses Livia at La Scelta despite his solemn vow to save Elia, her world shatters. Unwanted and unclaimed, Elia faces exile to a "softening clinic"-a veiled death sentence ordered by her ruthless father, Salvatore Moretti. Enter Nico DeLuca, heir to the family's sworn enemies. In a shocking public bid, Nico claims the discarded sister-not out of desire, but cold calculation. He craves Livia as revenge against the Morettis, forcing Elia into a sham marriage: play the perfect wife in public, seduce her sister into abandoning Mateo, and deliver Livia into his bed. "You're a means," Nico tells her brutally. "Not the end." Enemies collide in a marriage of venom and necessity. Nico's savage "honesty" bruises Elia's spirit; his possessive rage ignites forbidden fire. Their first kiss is war in the shadows-rough, hate-fueled, awakening desires neither can deny. As Elia sells Nico's fabricated devotion to Livia, cracks form: stolen touches turn addictive, shared traumas bind them, and Elia's quiet defiance erodes Nico's walls. In a dark alchemy of unrequited heartbreak, enemies-to-lovers obsession, and mafia brutality, Elia rises from the unchosen to queen. La Scelta: The Unchosen is a shiver-inducing dark romance of second choices, possessive dominance, and empires built on broken promises.

Kiara already had an unsteady start at life, and the perks of being a wanted bandit in a city of greed only gave her the opportunity of taking heavy risks she couldn't care less about. What more is she living for anyways? When the chance to rob a mansion arises, Kiara couldn't help but take it without a single thought, nor a second glance. Little did she know she sealed her fate the second she stepped foot into that house. Monsters lurked in this world, and Kiara unknowingly stepped into a territory too dark for her liking. Domenico Guerra wasn't a man to be played with, and unfortunately the poor girl realised that a bit too late. ⚠️IN THE PROCESS OF GLAMMING HER UP (editing)⚠️ Themes and Warnings: Crime Action Mystery Corruption Government Violence✨ Swearing✨ Gore✨ Smut⚡️ 🔥COMPLETED🔥

BOOK ON HOLD-- writers block 😔 𝗜𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗦 is the perfect little ballerina - soft-spoken, obedient, and untouched by the world that sold her. To everyone else, she's just a quiet girl with lowered eyes and pointed toes. But 𝗥𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗘𝗟 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗢 knows better. He sees the way her hands tremble. The way her smile doesn't reach her eyes. The way she obeys like she's afraid not to. And it pulls him in. She was promised to him-a contract sealed in blood, not love-and now she belongs to a man as cold as he is calculated and controlling. Rafael doesn't crave her affection. He isn't looking to be wanted. What he wants is to unravel her. To possess every piece of the girl the world calls delicate. But Ivory isn't fragile. She's fractured. And the closer he gets, the more she falls apart for him. In a world of shadows, power, and pain, their connection becomes something twisted. Addictive. Dangerous. Because when you give yourself to a monster... you don't get to choose what parts of you he keeps. And when control slips... Desire takes its place. And Rafael never loses. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ・❥・ "Careful, Ivory. I play rougher when someone thinks they can outmatch me." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ・❥・ { 18+ | Dark Mafia Romance } 𝖢𝖮𝖯𝖸𝖶𝖱𝖨𝖳𝖤 𝟤𝟢𝟤5 @𝗐𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗆

Book 1 in the Sins of the City series. ✯✯✯ I wear his name like a scar. Alessandro Rossi stole everything from me-my freedom, my future, the lie I told my father to keep him alive. He thinks I'm a tool to be used, a bride to be displayed, a Fraga to be broken. He thinks the ring on my finger means I belong to him. He's wrong. Every cage has a weakness. Every monster has a wound that won't heal. And I've spent enough time in the dark to know exactly where to sink the knife. When I'm done, he won't just lose me. He'll lose everything.