Isabella is desperate for her own independence, but her overprotective father stands in the way of her future. When she demands that she attends a University two hundred miles away from her home, her father only has one exception; a bodyguard. Elio is dedicated to his career to honour his late sister, but when he owes a favour to an ex-mafia boss, he takes body-guarding to a completely new level. Isabella is reckless and likes to push her bodyguards limits. Elio has zero patience and a desire to punish his client. When things start to get heated and unexpected feelings get in the way, their forbidden relationship becomes a distraction when Isabella's life is on the line. Elio is desperate to not let down another important woman in his life. But he can't save everyone, including his own bleeding heart. Tropes: - Mafia Romance - Bodyguard - Age-gap (8 years - FMC is 21 and MMC is 29) - Forbidden Love - Brat FMC/Grumpy MMC - Light BDSM (sub/dom vibes) - Size difference (5'4 & 6'6) - University/College Setting - Past Trauma/Healing - ANGST (so much of it)

Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts. *** They hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, they were destined to be together. Millicent Rhea Darmos: Princess of the Greek Mafia. At 25 years old, she's established herself as a self proclaimed boss bitch, running her own publishing company. But now it's time she fulfils her duty to her family's organisation. It's time she gets married. Costantino Salvatore Accardi: Underboss and Heir to the Sicilian Mafia. At 28 years old, he has no interest in settling down-he already has it all. He believes in family above all, so why bring in an outsider? Yet, after a strange string of events, the two of them find themselves thrust into married life. It's full of chaos, drama and all kinds of tension. The question is, how do they survive their marriage and the storm that follows? *** "I've never kissed anyone." My voice trembled with a tinge of vulnerability - something I hated. But Costa didn't seem to mind that I was nervous or anxious. "Good. You're mine." He spoke so seriously, without a flicker of doubt as he took my hand in his. "So you want it be special, principessa?" "Every girl's first kiss is special." I whispered, watching as he brought my hand up to his lips. "I only care about yours."

𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗣𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 💋 (Dark Mafia Romance | 18+) "Tum mujhe arrest karne aayi thi, Sana... ab dekho, khud meri prisoner ban chuki ho." - Rudra Malhotra Rudra Malhotra - Underworld ka sabse ruthless Mafia King. Uske naam se hi dushman kaap jate hain, aur uski aankhon me sirf ek cheez dikhti hai - power. Cold, heartless aur dangerous, woh apni duniya ke rules sirf khud ke liye likhta hai. Sana Sharma - Ek fearless police officer jise crime aur underworld se nafrat hai. Uska ek hi mission hai - Rudra ko jail bhejna. Par woh bhool gayi ki Mafia King se takraane ka sirf ek hi anjaam hota hai - Tabahi. Jab Sana ek deadly raid me Rudra ke empire ko todne ki koshish karti hai, toh woh ek aise game me fas jaati hai jisme sirf Rudra ke rules chalte hain. Uske possession me aane ke baad, Sana sirf ek cop nahi rehti... woh Rudra ki obsession ban jaati hai. 🔥 Power ya Passion? Revenge ya Surrender? Sana ke paas koi escape nahi hai... aur Rudra usse kabhi chhodne wala bhi nahi hai. ⚠ Warning: Yeh kahani dark, possessive aur intense mafia romance hai. If you love obsessive anti-heroes, forced proximity aur sinful chemistry, then this book is for you! 18+ content ahead. Read at your own risk. 😈🔥 ---

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

Elena's life had been peaceful, until the day she was forced to join the Godson family to pay off a debt that had been owed for generations before hers. To complicate things, Elena had captured the unwanted attention of the youngest son of the Godson family, Griffin Godson. Elena is determined to erase this debt once and for all while staying out of Griffin's way. What she didn't count on was Griffin's determination to be in her way. --- So much for a little rest, one hour had already passed. I stretch my arms over my head to hopefully gets better blood flow " Sleeping on the job?" Came a low husky voice My body went rigid. My eyes instantly snapped toward the source. On my bed, in gray sweatpants, a fitted white t-shirt stretches over his big body with one knee slightly bend as he sits comfortably with his back against the bedpost, flipping through my book. Griffin. My body remains rooted on the spot, my eyes peek at the door. I locked it, right? Griffin leisurely places the book back on the bedside table before turning his full attention toward me. Should I make a run for it? " Don't even think about it, Elena. If I have to catch you, I will throw you on this bed." His eyes steadfastly fixed on me I swallowed " What do you want?" I ask instead

I pushed him with as much force as I could, which made him stumble slightly, but he succeeded in maintaining his balance and escaped falling. That was when I got a chance to see his face. Oh, my gosh!! He is so handsome...wait...I have seen him somewhere...somewhere...what the...!! He...he is Mr. Shane Adams, the CEO of Adams' Empire. But why the heck did he kiss me? Did he misunderstand me for someone else? "How dare you push me? Do you even know who I am?" He asked, angrily. "Don't give me that shit of 'Do you know who I am?' I know who you are, but how dare you kiss me without my permission?" I spat back. My statement fueled his anger, and now he was extremely furious. He had his hand balled into a fist. He slowly came closer to me and stopped just inches from me. "You lousy mouse. You are nothing but a slut. Do you hear me? You are.a.slut!" he whispered into my ear from my back, holding both of my hands tightly. I could no longer take it, as I was beyond furious at this point. I punched him hard on his handsome face, and the side of his lips started bleeding. Serves him better! And that was how Lara and Shane met. They weren't opposites. They weren't alike either. Just two people who shouldn't have crossed paths... yet somehow kept running into each other again and again. Step into the chaotic love story of Shane and Lara. PS: Yes, it's cliché. But the kind you won't be able to stop reading. PS II: I think my 18-year-old self nailed this story. tee..hee