"Who's the bastard's father?" His voice was cold. Controlled. His eyes flicked briefly to the paper clutched in her hands before locking onto her face with an intensity that made her stomach drop. Emilia couldn't meet his gaze. Fear rooted her in place. After all, he was the only man she had ever been with. "Answer me, Emilia," he demanded, his voice rising just enough to make it sting. She squeezed her eyes shut, releasing a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "Our family is waiting for us," she said weakly, grasping for escape. Marcello cursed under his breath and dragged a hand through his hair. Then, without warning, he stepped forward and gripped her shoulders, as his restraint snapped. "Answer me," he shouted. A tear slipped down her pale cheek as her voice faltered. "I... it's-" Her chest tightened, lungs burning as the truth pressed against her throat. "It's yours." For a split second, she waited. Hoped. Some foolish part of her still believed he might soften-might recognize the weight of what she'd just given him. Instead, he stepped closer, crowding her space, forcing her to tilt her head back to meet his glare. Emilia's breath caught involuntarily. His eyes were cold, unyielding, stripped of anything human. A far cry from the man who took her breathe away twelve weeks ago. "You're a liar." *** After catching her boyfriend cheating, Emilia Rene makes a reckless decision to shed more than just her heartbreak. One alcohol-fueled night with a stranger changes her life forever leaving her pregnant. A few months later, fate throws her back into the path of the devilishly charming Italian billionaire, Marcello Dell'Amore . And the interesting part he's now her stepbrother.

"Married in Her Shadow" At just 20 years old, Aarohi's life takes a drastic turn when she becomes a replacement bride for the wealthy and enigmatic Veer Rathore. Chosen not for love, but as a substitute for the woman who abandoned him, Aarohi finds herself trapped in a marriage where every glance and whisper reminds her she's not the one Veer desired. Set against the backdrop of opulent mansions and intricate family politics, Aarohi battles the crushing weight of expectations, the constant comparisons, and her growing feelings for a man who sees her as a stand-in. As secrets unravel, Aarohi must navigate her path between her own identity and the shadow she's forced to live in. Will Aarohi rise above the haunting specter of the bride she replaced, or will she forever be a reflection of someone else's life?

Four years ago, Natalia Moretti disappeared. No goodbye. No explanation. Just silence. Once the youngest princess of the Italian mafia, Natalia was raised to obey-to smile, to submit, to accept a future chosen for her. Instead, she chose herself. Now she's back in New York. Her parents are gone. Her brothers rule the Moretti empire. And the boy she once loved-the one who thought she betrayed him-has become a man shaped by power, pride, and unfinished heartbreak. Natalia returns different. Stronger. Untouchable in ways no one expects. She's built a life of her own, far from the shadows she was born into-and she carries a secret that could change everything. As old feelings resurface and fate pulls her back into the orbit of the man she never forgot, Natalia must decide how much of her heart she's willing to risk again. Because love in their world is never simple. And some secrets aren't just dangerous- They're legacy-changing. Heir of Silence is a slow-burn mafia romance about first love, second chances, and the quiet strength it takes to protect what matters most-when the whole world is watching.

Completed "You may kiss your bride". Aurora briefly looked into Alessandro eyes, but something else caught her attention, the lipstick stain faintly on his cheek, and a bold one on the neck. She fixed her eyes on the mark, trying to formulate an explanation for it in her head. Alessandro noticed her eyes and whispered "One of the guests wished me well, staining me by mistake". Alessandro Lorenzo, only child and heir to the Don empire proposes to Aurora Matteo, this girlfriend best friend. The wedding takes place rather quickly after Laurel Lorenzo, Alessandro mother guilt trip Aurora into marrying her son. Aurora is left alone on her wedding night when her husband goes to meet his mistress, her best friend. But five years later, after meeting with a near death experience, his whole world changes.

What will happen when he forcefully married her? Not knowing that she is his best friend's sister. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ She is the centre of everyone's world, especially his but what will happen when she gets to know about his real world. Will she accept him or not 🚫? © Love_writes13

{SLOW BURN, IF YOU AREN'T A FAN OF SLOW BURN THIS ISN'T FOR YOU. EXPECT ANGST, EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER, SLIGHT PAST MISUNDERSTANDING NOT LONG, SWEET SECOND COUPLE, MIXTURE OF PAST AND PRESENT - THIS IS A SECOND CHANCE ROMANCE BUT EVERY WAIT WORTH It, AND A YEARNING, GROVELING MAN! WHAT'S SECOND CHANCE ROMANCE IF THE MAN IS NOT GROVELING... WHAT AGAIN? JUST ENJOY THEIR LOVE STORY} Six years ago, Jade Walters walked away from the man she loved - pregnant, betrayed, and too broken to look back. She never planned on crossing paths with him again. She had built a new life, a new career, a fresh start that had no room for what he once made her feel. Then he crawled back. Julian Frost; a billionaire CEO and the last person she ever expected to see again. What if the forgotten spark and desires kept pulling her back to the man she swore she was done with? What if her children won't stop asking about their father? Can she really give him a second chance and lose herself in that passion all over again? Julian Frost was a billionaire who had everything, except her. He never believed he would see her again. Yet there she was - beautiful as ever, pretending they had nothing together. Now that he found her, he would do everything to get her back even if it meant groveling and making it right. Two things stood in the way. He was married. And she was already a mother.

"I'm not a man of many words... солнышко," he said softly, the Russian endearment curling off his tongue like smoke-sweet, but choking. "Come closer." She hesitated, her body trembling, tears spilling soundlessly down her cheeks. He watched her, the way fear made her small, fragile-beautiful in a broken way. She rose, slow as a confession, and walked to him because something in his smile promised shelter and tasted like a lie. He leaned in, close enough to feel his breath, and I saw the patient cruelty behind his eyes. "Now," he murmured, his voice turning colder, heavier, "tell me... what did you do to make me want to cut your leg?" The room went still, except for her quiet gasps. He tilted his head, studying her face as if searching for the moment she would break. ............................................................... Linda finally gets her big break - a visa sponsorship job at the Lincoln Foundation. She's placed with the Adams family, a kind couple who welcome her with open arms and treat her like the daughter they never had. Their home is beautiful, their hearts warm, and for the first time, Linda feels a sense of belonging. But everything changes the night of a business party hosted by Mr. Adams. There, she meets Arseny - and from that moment, her dream life slowly turns into a haunting nightmare.

"Why do you hate me so much, Maan" she asked hiccupping, hitting his chest. "I never said that" he said holding her hands. ____________________________________ "So, my Ita, how does it feels to be Mrs. Dutta," he asked holding her from behind while making eye contact in the mirror. "Best feeling in this world, Mr. Dutta" she replied kissing his cheek. ____________________________________ "I BLOODY ASKED YOU TO DO ONE THING BUT YOU CAN'T EVEN DO THAT!" he shouted slamming the wooden desk with his fists. "I am sorry, sir" she replied with tears welling up in her eyes. ____________________________________ "I will kill that man if I see him near you again" he said dangerously running his index finger from her forehead to neck. "W...why" she asked stammering. "Because you are mine"... ____________________________________ Cover- @Lady_whistleup

(Book 2 of the Mafia standalone series) Matteo Rossi x Aria Bianchi "Matteo-" The word dies in my throat as he reaches across the console, one arm wrapping around my waist, and before I can process what's happening, he lifts me effortlessly and pulls me onto his lap. My breath catches and I stare at him, stunned. His face is inches from mine. Close enough that I can see the faint scar near his eyebrow. Close enough to feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of his shirt. "Matteo-" I start again, but it comes out softer this time. He kisses me. It's not gentle, it's not hesitant.... it's desperate. I freeze for half a second, my mind blanking completely and then something inside me snaps. I kiss him back harder, aggressive in a way that surprises even me. His lips are rough on mine, aggressive and insistent. He kisses me like he's starving for it. My hands fist in his shirt, anchoring myself to him as he devours my mouth. His tongue slides against mine and I moan into him. The sound is swallowed by his kiss, muffled by his lips.

Completed ✓ *********** In the dim solitude of his room, she sat in the shadows, a broken figure consumed by an endless stream of tears. "Kabir Singhaniya, you have stolen my very essence, the essence that once fueled my hopes and aspirations. You have extinguished the fire that burned within me, leaving only a void where passion once dwelled. My life, once filled with purpose and meaning, now lies in ruins at your feet." Her eyes, once filled with the spark of determination, were now glazed with sorrow. But beyond the physical devastation, she lamented the loss of her soul. _________ #OBSESSION: The Tainted Devotion.