Lia is a boss she owns she own company he parents died and left her with her brother her brother took care of her with the wealth their father left his brother own a company as well as she does he is very protective and love his sister Lia is a bad gyal and shi Nuh fraid ano body. Nick is a Don, a mafia king which his father passed down to him but Nick also owns a company which his mother has he is rich and a billionaire he is very possessive his love language is physically touch and something abuse if you talk to him a way he doesn't like. L

Azaria barely has time to breathe before Mr. Ivanov presses her against the desk, his hands locking around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His body is a furnace, searing into hers, and she can feel the undeniable heat of him as his lips hover dangerously close to hers. "Still pretending like yuh don't wah dis?" he murmurs, his voice low and full of sin. His fingers trace the edge of her skirt, moving slow, teasing, daring her to stop him. Her pulse quickens, her thoughts scrambling, but the air between them is electric. "Say di word, Azaria..." he breathes, his lips brushing against her neck, "or mi going tek what yuh too scared to ask for." WARNING‼️ -TEACHER X STUDENT -WRITTEN IN BOTH JAMAICAN CREOLE LANGUAGE (PATOI) AND STANDARD ENGLISH This was written for purely for fun and my enjoyment, enjoy anyways❤️❤️❤️

You're a determined church girl who was engaged to a nice guy from church. That ship sunk when you walked in on him worshipping your stepsister fake boobs as she sat on his lap without underwear... A year later, you went on the Don's radar, and he's more so your stepsister's type. He wants you, but you're firm in your faith, so he proposed to do everything in order to get you. Even after you cast out the spirits associated with his guard ring, the one he never removes. He is more intrigued now. Another engagement while you're experiencing both physical and spiritual warfare. Not forgetting your past and family history that you're avoiding. A history that interests him. You're the bastard child. Your mother wants you to forgive your step sister and return to suck up to her. Your elder brother is struggling between being good or becoming evil. Your cousin/roommate is a yam head for the neighbour/landlord. And your father is a powerful obeah man who you know is living on borrowed time, and he's the one keeping his family from killing you. You don't know what God's plan was, even with the Don wanting to become your husband... Was it God's will? Or were you just ready to tie the knot just so you can finally release all those years of sexual urges? The ones you keep fighting your flesh to avoid, and the Don was making it worse. With marriage, your problem will become his, and his problem becomes yours. Still, you're always cautious about being deceived again by the very people who you love.

I never cared what people thought about me. Not in Mango Valley. Not in church. Not anywhere. Then I met him. The pastor's son, everything I wasn't supposed to be drawn to. One project brought us together... and somehow, that was enough to change everything.

Fights and heartbreak mean nothing when you're the one for me

I've studied psychiatry long enough to know the eyes are the soul. Hers... there's nothing deranged in them, yet something about those eyes makes me question everything I know about control, about obsession, about myself. Who is Aala O'Donelle? And why is she on the psyche ward?

Ever been in the wrong place at the wrong time? Yeah... I have. Don't recommend. I'm Lue'elle, by the way, call me Lue. Elle works too, honorable mention to my 'mom' for the name. Now, for the juicier part. Giordano? Definitely not my cup of tea. Let's just say I didn't like him. At all. But life, being the cruel little joke it is, decided to throw me and him into the same orbit. As if fate, or some sadistic writer, was testing how much hell a person can handle before they snap. One night. Wrong place. Wrong time. Turns out, hating him was the easier part. Actually, whatever this is between us might just drag you straight to hell... and back. Elle. Xoxo. Ranking🥇 #1 in Caribbean #1 in Jamaica

Holding my gun to his head, I hold my composure, watching him keenly with a smirk on my face. Hi, I'm Za'Riyah Noel Malcom and no, I'm not a little innocent girl that moved to the city or is building a life. I've got it all. I'm 23 year old Mafia Princess. My family has the second biggest Mafia in Jamaica...who has the first? Quamir Washington and his family. When my father got sick, since I'm an only child, I was trained to get rid of Quamir and the Washington's since the wanted to rid my family first. But when that day arrived, with my gun at his head, my army behind me, I just couldn't...something in me couldn't end him...it wouldn't let me. Instead of anger, and rage, and envy, it was...lust and butterflies. 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬🏆. #𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 #𝟏𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞

"Move from in front a mi," I say. But it comes out softer. Weaker. More honest than I intended. I'd be on the first plane out of here tomorrow. Nothing that we've said in the past twenty minutes would matter once I am on that plane. We are tied to each other, and our pasts don't have to intertwine any more than they already have. He doesn't move. I step sideways. He mirrors me, like he's tethered to the same gravity. "Kymani-" "Selah" My name in his mouth feels like a dare. A part of me wants it to feel like a promise. I shake the thought. After what feels like a standoff written in the marrow between us, he finally exhales and steps back. Barely. But enough. I don't waste it. I slip from his hold, my heartbeat pounding in my throat, in my ears, in the soles of my feet as I bolt toward the door. I leave him there. Leave the house. Leave the heat still burning between us. And I run. Fast, desperate, the same way I did the first time I left this place. The same way I survived. I don't look back. Not at him. Not at the house. Not at the version of myself that's still trembling inside those walls. Not anymore.