He didn't ask for her consent. He claimed her as part of his revenge. A decade ago, her father's betrayal destroyed his family and built his empire on ashes. Now he is the most feared man in the city - ruthless, calculating, untouchable. And he wants payment. Not money. Not power. Her. Sheltered, innocent, raised far from the world of guns and bloodshed, she never imagined her marriage would be a punishment for sins she didn't commit. Trapped in a mansion ruled by silence and shadows, she becomes the living reminder of the betrayal he can't forget. He married her to make her father suffer. He didn't expect her softness to shake the walls he built around his heart. He didn't expect her tears to feel like guilt. He didn't expect love to interfere with revenge. In a marriage born from vengeance, who will break first - the ruthless heir... or the innocent bride?

Book 1 of the Moretti Chronicles PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS "The Girl Who Walked Into A Bar" •1st place General Fiction in Star Dazzle Awards •Best Plot Twist in Star Dazzle Awards I was so close, so close to coming when a knock on the door interrupted us. Emilio got up and licked his lips just as the door opened. "Boss we have-" Luca started only to stop midsentence when he saw me sprawled out on the desk naked. "I'm uh, I'm gonna go and let you guys finish up in here" Luca said exiting as quickly as he had entered. Well shit. ... Layla Smith was alone in this world. Her mother died when she was 16 and having no father around, Layla had to drop out of high school to work and take care of herself, since she had no other family left. Now at the age of 21, she was barely making ends meet with her job as a waitress. Emilio Moretti, at the age of 26 was feared by all. He left nothing but chaos and destruction in his wake. He was a very cold and ruthless man, but what else could you expect from the most notorious mafia boss. What happens when Layla witnesses something she shouldn't have? Emilio is now left to choose whether she lives or die. Will she make it out alive or will Emilio succumb to his ruthless nature and do what he does best. Kill. COMPLETED. __________________________________________ Highest Rankings: #1 in gangster- 21/01/22 #1 in illegal- 13/11/20 #1 in hate- 31/12/20 #2 in possessive- 10/11/20 #2 in mature themes- 09/11/20 #2 in bad boy- 27/12/20 #3 in new adult- 09/11/20

~This book is currently finished but is ongoing for editing and changes~ "He's looking at you," Quinn tells me. "No he isn't," I tell her. "He never looks at anyone like that though, people are scared of him," she tells me. "Don't be crazy," I tell her. "I'm being serious. He's still looking at you as well." I look up to see what she's talking about and I'm met with his dark brown eyes. His intense stare, looking straight through me. *** 18 year old Adalee Celeste, the most sweetest soul with the biggest heart, looking for love of her own like in the romance books 19 year old Braxton Arlos, a bad boy with the most annoying personality and a bully who seems to not give a care about anyone around him. She tries to not have anything to do with him, avoids him at all costs as she doesn't need anymore stress in her life as it is. But he seems to have chosen her out of everyone to pick on and can't leave her alone. He doesn't know why. Even when she tries to get out of his way, somehow fate always puts them together at the same place and at the same time..

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK