8 years old Aarya was raised in silence, in fear, and in chains. She never knew a life beyond bruises and rules - where food was a privilege, smiles were sins, and love was just a myth. For eight years, she lived under the iron hand of her mother and her cruel boyfriend, taught to be invisible and obedient or be punished. She didn't know family, joy, or even her own worth. Until one day, everything changed. When her abusers were arrested in a drug bust, Aarya thought she was finally free. But freedom was a lie. Because this time she is captured by a monster even more dangerous, a ghost from the underworld, long thought dead. Where she learns a truth more unbelievable than fiction: she is not alone. She is the daughter of Satyaveer Malhotra - one of the most feared mafia dons in the country - and sister to three ruthless crime lords. Thrown from hell into a den of lions, Aarya finds herself in a world she cannot understand - a world of power, guns, secrets, and brothers who speak in bullets and silence. Cold, broken, and dangerous - they don't know how to love. And neither does she. But blood remembers. And somewhere beneath the scars, loyalty, and violence... a family begins to rise..........

The Russo family-Italy's most feared and revered mafia dynasty-was built on blood, loyalty, and legacy. For years, Don Salvatore and Donna Giulia ruled the underworld with their seven sons, longing only for a daughter to complete their empire. Their prayers were answered in the form of twin girls: Isabella, the perfect golden child... and Alessia, the heart of the family. Until everything shattered. At just three years old, Alessia was framed by her own twin sister for a crime she didn't commit. Betrayed by the family who once adored her, she was exiled to a place darker than hell-a so-called "boarding school" that turned children into weapons. There, Alessia died. And in her place, Lucifer was born. Trained as an assassin. Sold to the Mexican mafia. Tortured. Transformed. At thirteen, she slaughtered the very cartel that owned her-and rose as its queen. By seventeen, she was the most feared assassin in the world, the CEO of eleven global empires, and the beloved "Rani" of India under her new family: the Kaalarajyas. Her identity? A ghost. Her pain? A legacy. But the past has a pulse-and it's time to collect. Now, Alessia is coming back to the world that betrayed her. Not to forgive. Not to be welcomed. But to make the Russo family kneel. They called her dead. They called her a monster. They forgot... she's a Russo too. Ruthless by Blood is a tale of betrayal, rebirth, and the rise of a queen who was never meant to survive-but was born to rule. What will happen if they find out the truth? read- to find out. #4 in assassin- 02/10/25

🌹 DEVIL'S LITTLE BRIDE 🌹 He is the ruthless devil-Tyler Morozova, a cold Mafia king feared across Russia, untouched by love, untouched by women. She is Tara Sharma, a pure-hearted Indian girl devoted to her family and her God, stepping into college with dreams of art and innocence. Two worlds-one drenched in blood, the other glowing with faith. Two souls-one cursed by hatred, the other blessed with purity. Fate has only one plan: to make the Devil claim his little bride. "When the Devil meets his angel, innocence becomes his greatest obsession." He vowed never to touch a woman... until fate gave him his bride." . "Her prayers reached the heavens, but destiny delivered her to the Devil." . "A ruthless king of sin. A pure daughter of faith. One marriage that will burn the world."

Ivory has never relied on anybody. Anything. Not even her own mother. The same mother who forced her into a life she didn't deserve. But there's no backing out anymore. Assassin life is all she's ever known. Ever since childhood. Her mother made sure of that. Trouble finds Ivory like a vine - wrapping and twisting around her, never leaving. Spreading like a virus. Trouble especially finds Ivory when she finds out she's the bastard child of the Italian Mafia Don. And when she meets him and his family; his wife and 5 sons - she realizes that her life is no longer hers to control. And she hates that. It gets no better when her knight in shining armor is truly the Devil in sheep's clothing. Satan himself, if you will. Moving to a new country, a new household, with a new family - gaining new friends, losing old ones - how will she cope? Especially when stormy eyes follow her everywhere. That's not what scares her. What does scare her is that he watches, not with the same disdain towards everybody else, but with interest and wonder towards her, and her alone. You know what they all say. Curiosity kills the cat. But satisfaction brought it back.

Warning🔞This story contains explicit scenes viewer discretion advised. She showed him kindness once. Now, he will never let her go. Shanaya Sharma is just 22, full of dreams-an MBA degree, her own business, a future she controls. But everything shatters when her father's secret debt is revealed. The only man who can save them? Lakshya Malhotra. He's 30. A billionaire. The owner of luxury hotels, endless properties, and a dangerous empire no one dares cross. Sinfully handsome, powerful, and used to getting what he wants. And what he wants now... is her. In return for clearing her father's debt, he demands Shanaya's hand in marriage. No choice. No escape. From the moment she says yes, she steps into a world of dark secrets, ruthless power, and a husband who watches her like she already belongs to him. He's cold, possessive, and obsessed. But behind his touch, behind his gaze-burns a desire that pulls her in deeper every day. She calls it a prison. He calls it forever. And soon, Shanaya will learn... there's no turning back from a man like Lakshya Malhotra.

The Ice King and the Hurricane He's cold, controlled, and closed off. She's chaos in cupcake form. Jaxon Lee is a powerful CEO with a guarded heart and a quiet son who rarely opens up to anyone-until he meets Elena DeRose, a sweet, sassy, and slightly unhinged art student who crashes into their world like a sugar-fueled tornado. Their worlds couldn't be more different, but fate-and a stubborn little boy-have other plans. With every accidental run-in, dramatic pout, and stolen cupcake, the walls around Jaxon's heart begin to crack. Can the hurricane melt the Ice King? Or will his past freeze out the warmth she brings? A heartwarming romantic comedy full of laughter, chaos, sweet moments, and second chances. Plagiarism is theft. This story is my original work, shared here on Wattpad for readers to enjoy. Please don't copy, repost, or translate without permission. It's protected by copyright... and by my heart. Thank you.

She was broken. He was untouchable. Together, they became whole. Locked in a basement her entire life, she never knew kindness - until the cold, feared mafia king found her. Haru never expected to fall for the innocent girl with wide eyes and a fragile heart... but now, she's his world. He protects her. Teaches her. Loves her. But the underworld is watching - and they've found his one weakness. A story of healing, fierce love, possessive devotion, and the softness hidden beneath brutality. Her past may have shattered her... but in his arms, she becomes unstoppable. Plagiarism is theft. This story is my original work, shared here on Wattpad for readers to enjoy. Please don't copy, repost, or translate without permission. It's protected by copyright... and by my heart. Thank you.

She thought she was free. Until a billionaire and his daughter saw her - and decided she was theirs. One wanted a wife. The other wanted a mother. Neither asked if she agreed. They watched her for two years. Followed her every move. Until one day, they flew across the world and bought her future - with smiles, paperwork, and charm that smelled like roses but felt like chains. Now, she sleeps in silk sheets she didn't choose. Wears clothes she didn't buy. Answers to a name she didn't earn. Every touch is a test. Every night is a transaction. And every whispered "I love you" is a warning. She hides pills beneath her tongue. She dreams of running. But there is no escape - only a cage made of wealth, obsession, and unbearable intimacy. Because he doesn't just want her body. He wants her compliance. Her mind. Her loyalty. Her womb. And when the daughter discovers the truth - she doesn't cry. She accuses. Now the doors are locked. The smiles are gone. And the only thing more terrifying than being watched... is being needed. This isn't love. This is possession with a wedding ring. This is family, twisted into obsession. This is what happens when a girl becomes the answer to someone else's madness. ---

She hated them. They loved her with everything in them. The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to keep fighting but sometimes you realize... you were just a child. Now she's built herself up using her pain as the next step to her strength. She's learnt how to strive forward even as her past haunts her mind crawling up her back every passing second. That is until the first 7 people who only ever brought her pain find their way back into her life. She has no way to let go of her past when they come right back to her. The world showed her no mercy in it's ways so why should she. ~~~ I let out a small sigh wanting more of this. I wanted to be held like this whenever I felt broken. Feel the way he puts me back together in his arms. It ate at my heart and I could have sworn I felt a feathery kiss on my head. It was as if he could hear my thoughts and was kissing them away for me. Slowly he lets one hand go, the other staying around me as he brings my chin up to him gently wiping my last tears as more fill my eyes. He sees this and his eyes look... crumbled. If you feel this way then why can't you choose me, Dominic. I shake my head from his hands wishing to step back but he pulls me back to him a pain filled groan leaving him. "Just one more minute. Please." His body shook and I brought him closer, feeling our pain become one. Our hurricanes of minds pull away even for the smallest time letting us stand together as one in each other's embrace. He was it for me. But I wasn't his.