Mafiaromance Stories

When Edgar Benedict, CEO and Mafia Boss, agreed to a marriage he didn't choose, he expected silence and walls - demanded it. Especially with her. Lilian Bouchard, the too sweet, too understanding nurse who he was stuck with while his empire - crafted from crime and loss - began to crumble. In his pursuit of this mystery, and otherwise, Edgar's not meant to be kind. He's meant to be untouchable - calculating, precise, and ruthless. The man everyone fears, whispers about, never looks in the eye. But in the midst of it all, when an accident leaves Lilian blind, she begins to see him more clearly than anyone else ever has. Between hushed conversations, laughter in the rain, and arguments that cut too deep, something starts to shift. He hates how she talks to him. She loves how he listens. He calls it -her- foolishness. She calls it faith.

Madelyn Laurent is a French princess with two overprotective brothers, zero patience, and a mouth that gets her into trouble. Reckless, rebellious, and completely unfiltered, she has never been very good at behaving. Adriano De Luca is the future Don of Italy--cold, ruthless, and a full-time control freak. Power comes easily to him, but before he can claim it, he's forced to meet one irritating requirement: getting married. Their first meeting at an auction is a disaster. Insults fly, hatred is immediate, and both leave fully committed to never crossing paths again. That plan falls apart when their parents arrange a marriage to secure an alliance, forcing two enemies into a union neither of them wants--and turning irritation, tension, and banter into something impossible to ignore. Because some hearts aren't won --they're auctioned. ************* ~tropes~ -enemies to lovers -arranged marriage -mafia romance -slowburn -forbidden love

Forever Mine, Forever Yours is a tragic, breathtaking love story about two souls who were never meant to meet-yet could never let go. In a final act of devotion, they make the one choice lovers fear most-one that will echo through the stars long after their last breath. How far would you go for the person who feels like home?

Caius Thorn, the ruthless and untouchable Italian Don, has built his empire on blood, power, and absolute control. He feels nothing, fears nothing-and he plans to keep it that way. When he's forced into an arranged marriage with Valeria DeLuca, the only daughter of Matteo DeLuca, a high-profile Spanish businessman, Caius expects nothing more than a contract on paper. A wife in name only. But Valeria is nothing like the women in his world. Fiery, innocent, and completely unaware of the darkness surrounding her, she has spent her life as an architect, untouched by the criminal empire her father has carefully hidden from her. She doesn't know what lurks in the shadows-and Caius intends to keep it that way. He has no interest in love. No patience for weakness. But Valeria? She's a firecracker, a storm he never saw coming. And for the first time in his life, the cold-hearted Don might just lose control.

They handed her to me in a silk dress and diamond collar. The spoiled Sokolov princess. The executioner's daughter. My wife. Kira Sokolov dances in chaos like it's a language she invented- spinning through Paris in stilettos, kissing danger with blood-red lips, dragging her demons behind her like a designer coat. She was meant to be my obligation. A Bratva arrangement sealed in blood and silence. I never wanted a wife. Especially not one with wild eyes, bipolar swings, and a mouth that lives to drive me insane. But now she's mine. My problem. My obsession. And when she falls apart in my arms- with whispers to ghosts and bruised apologies- I'll burn kingdoms to keep her breathing. Because no one touches what belongs to Ivan Smirnov. Not the bratva. Not her past. Not even her own madness. She was born royalty. But she'll die as something else. Mine.

She hides behind firewalls. He hides behind bullets. When their worlds collide, secrets won't be the only thing exposed. Raven Voss didn't ask for this life. She was doing just fine behind her screens-unseen, unbothered, and in control. That is, until Dante Moretti crashed into her world... literally. One second she's on her way to a job interview. The next, her SUV is smashed, her latte's on the ceiling, and there's a man with a helmet and a stare that could burn through steel. He's trouble. She knows it. But her world was never built for peace-and neither was his. In a city where power comes with blood, and love feels like a weakness, Raven is about to find out what it means to be claimed... body, mind, and soul. ⚠️ Dark Romance | Possessive Male Lead | Slow Burn | Hacker x Mafia | Enemies to Lovers |HEA

[COMPLETED] In a world ruled by power, blood, and ruthless ambition, Domenic Moretti reigns supreme. Feared by enemies and respected by his men, the mafia lord has never allowed anyone to get close-until Elijah Sinclair stumbles into his path. Elijah, a carefree university student with a sharp tongue and a reckless attitude, doesn't bow to power. He doesn't cower before Domenic's deadly presence. Instead, he laughs in the face of danger, tempting fate with every smirk. What starts as an accident turns into an obsession-one neither of them can control. As their worlds collide, Domenic finds himself torn between dominance and desire, while Elijah realizes that once you step into the dark, there's no turning back. A dangerous game begins, where one wrong move could mean losing everything... or surrendering to something even more terrifying-love. #1 in boyslove #25 in mafiaromance #122 in slowburn #1 in obsession #1 in Wattpadlgbt

Milena Volkov was never meant to be a wife. She was meant to be a survivor. Married at nineteen to secure peace between two criminal empires, Milena was sent to New York and quietly forgotten-protected by walls, guards, and distance. She doesn't live with her husband. She barely knows him. And she's learned how to survive alone. Rory Kingston is the most feared don in America. Control is his language. Distance is his armor. The marriage was business-nothing more-until his wife survives an ambush meant to kill her and storms into his headquarters, furious and bleeding, demanding answers. What Rory discovers is not a fragile Russian princess-but a woman forged in pain, venom, and quiet strength. And once Rory touches her, once he realizes how close he came to losing her, distance is no longer an option. Enemies close in. Obsession takes root. And a marriage built on strategy becomes something far more dangerous. Because Milena Volkov is no one's pawn. And Rory Kingston doesn't love gently.

[Wicked #1] Anya Kang is bound by a contract she never agreed to and a silence she never chose. When her mother's debt ties her to Kael Blackwood, heir to a feared British crime family, Anya becomes part of a marriage built on obligation, not consent. She is quiet, obedient, and unreadable. Kael is controlled, ruthless, and used to owning what is his. Two years later, the contract is meant to end. It doesn't. As cracks form in their arrangement, secrets begin to surface. Anya's silence is not what it seems. Kael's past is darker than he allows himself to remember. In a world ruled by power and bloodshed, trust is dangerous and love is worse. Because some games are learned in childhood. And some debts are paid in blood.

Saanvi Mehra had everything - money, success, respect. Except the one person who knew her better than anyone else. Vikram Singh Ranawat was her best friend. Her constant. Her safe place. When he left for New York, her life quietly changed. When he returned years later, she wasn't the same girl anymore....... Between a broken past, an arranged marriage, and a love neither of them saw coming, this is a story of slow healing, dark secrets, and a destiny that refuses to stay silent.... A mafia romance where love doesn't begin with attraction - it begins with loss. Best friends. Forced marriage. Slow burn. Dark love. Hidden truths.

At first, she was his captive - an innocent soul held in the captivity of the Mafia, Asher who holds nothing but vengeance in his blood for her brother who he sought to kill. She was his victim, a tool that will bring him closer to his revenge yet he faces something he never intended to - Love. Stuck in a world of tension, resistance, broken pasts and betrayals, Katlyn must discover the truth of her life, of her parents, of every single thing that's happening. What is the reason for Asher's vengeance? Will they accept each other or......will he choose revenge against love? Will she choose to mourn her brother's death, or her captor's?

He ruled a world built on blood and silence. A mafia king born to inherit violence, raised where mercy was a myth and power was the only truth that mattered. Men feared him. Cities bent to his name. Death followed his decisions like a loyal shadow. She moved like poetry in a world he had taught to bleed. A ballet dancer-graceful, disciplined, devastating in her quiet strength. On stage, she was light and balance, precision and beauty. Every leap was freedom. Every spin was escape. The audience saw elegance. He saw defiance. Obsession did not strike him like madness. It settled. She was not fragile. Cigarette smoke curled around him as he watched from the shadows, inhaling control, exhaling restraint. He did not approach her. Kings did not rush. They waited. They studied. They claimed when the moment was inevitable. She sensed him before she ever saw him. Fear was unfamiliar to her, but her body reacted anyway-breath hitching, instincts screaming. She avoided his gaze, avoided the places where his presence weighed the air down. She skipped gatherings. She made excuses. She chose distance like survival depended on it. Because it did. She feared no one else. Only him. He liked that. Fear meant awareness. Awareness meant belonging. He never touched her. Never spoke too much. Never crossed the line that would make others suspicious. His control was quieter than violence. It lived in the certainty that she was already his-whether she accepted it or not. She danced harder as if movement could save her. He watched closer as if restraint could last forever. Fire and darkness, circling. And when obsession finally demands its due, neither grace nor power will escape unscathed. Because a mafia king does not let go of what he has chosen. And a dancer born for freedom will never kneel without a fight. _________________________________________________

Aarohi, a passionate reader who longs for happier endings in the stories she loves. After a tragic accident, she travels into the world of her favorite novel as a side character. Determined to rewrite the protagonist's fate and bring joy to the story, Aarohi discovers her own unexpected romance along the way. It's a heartwarming tale of love, second chances, and the power of storytelling to shape our lives.

✦ Mann Htet Thu (မာန်ထက်သူ) ✦ ✦ Nakkatt Min Htin (နက္ခတ်မင်းထင်)✦

Wuthering Heights Reimagined: Blackthorn Estate ......The storm bowed before Blackthorn Estate. Lightning split the sky, revealing its jagged silhouette against the city. Elara Vale stepped through the iron gates, and the wind curled around her ankles like a living thing, whispering secrets she had once refused to hear. She has returned. Seven years ago, she had fled barefoot and bleeding from these walls. Love had clawed at her chest, consuming her, suffocating her, and she had sworn never to return. Not to Lucien. Not to the Estate. Not to the curse braided through the Blackthorn bloodline. Yet here she was. The doors opened without touch, and Lucien Blackthorn waited at the top of the grand staircase. He was framed in candlelight and lightning, his eyes storm-dark and unyielding. Recognition, not surprise, glimmered in his gaze. "Elara," he said. She whispered, "You summoned me." "No," he murmured, descending slowly, predator-like. "You were called home. The Estate never forgets who belongs to it." Her pulse betrayed her. "You've changed." "Only to match you," he said. Memories clawed through her mind: the moors behind the Estate where they ran barefoot as children, fingers brushing, laughter turning to whispered confessions. The nights in the hidden library, where his hands had once trembled against hers. The fire they had set together in the courtyard, laughing as the smoke rose toward the storm-heavy sky. The Estate seemed to remember, shivering with anticipation. "I warned you," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "This place... it will consume you." He stepped closer. "Then let it. I have waited for you for years. Every moment you were gone, the Estate and I have only grown hungrier." Her breath caught. "We can't survive this." "We won't," he admitted. "But we will burn together."

𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝑼𝒛𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏 (26) - Dangerous, bold, and ruthless, Sarmad rules the underworld with an iron fist. A brown munda with dark eyes, veiny hands, and a broad muscular body, he commands attention wherever he goes. Beneath his fierce exterior lies a heart only she can read. 𝑰𝒏𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒕 (20) - A quiet, kind-hearted, beautiful college girl struggling with her law studies. But behind her innocent smile lies a secret: she's a brilliant hacker, a talent known to no one. "𝑯𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒔𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏.... 𝑯𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈... 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕." 💻❤️ Raaz_e_tasauur_

Some stories aren't about love or revenge. They're about what happens when youth is weaponized-and everyone bleeds.

Meera Rathore is an ordinary Jaipur girl with an unordinary fire-an ambitious journalist chasing the truth behind a brutal mafia network that has evaded the law for years. Her investigation pulls her into Delhi's darkest corridors, toward a name that exists more as a myth than a man: the capital's most wanted mafia lord. What Meera doesn't realize is that he signs autographs, not arrest warrants. Karan Malhotra-celebrated CEO of the elite fashion house VIRAASAT-is Delhi's golden boy, the face of legacy, luxury, and power. Older, composed, and dangerously intelligent, he runs a criminal empire behind polished smiles and couture shows. A sudden political conspiracy and a binding family deal force Meera into a marriage she never consented to-with Karan Malhotra himself. One roof. One forced bond. Two enemies trapped in proximity. She suspects the monster behind the mogul. He recognizes the threat behind her sharp eyes and sharper questions. What begins as hostility turns volatile as secrets bleed into shared silences, and hatred slowly gives way to a forbidden pull neither can afford. Between Jaipur's royal warmth and Delhi's ruthless ambition, love grows where it was never meant to exist. Enemies to lovers. An age gap loaded with power and tension. A forced marriage where truth is lethal-and love is the biggest risk of all

They've met in the past, The past of full of horror that they can never forget A nightmare that they experience everynight. But, They thought they met by coincidence They thought they met by chance What they didn't know was they met by PLAN A plan to make them destroy each other's life, for the gain of others