HJ Lovelace
HJ Lovelace's Books(4)
Seduced by Danger
Mafia Bella stood before a large mirror in a grand room, brushing her hair. She was preparing herself for what would happen on the first night of her marriage.
As Bella was brushing her hair, the door to the room opened, and she saw in the mirror her husband approaching her.
Bella put down her hairbrush and turned to face Leandro, who was standing with pride and honor behind her.
"You can refuse if you don't want me to do this," Leandro said, his tone cold and formal.
Bella lowered her head. She didn't want this. She didn't want to be touched by a man she didn't love. She didn't want anything to happen between her and a man she barely knew, except for their wedding day. But what could she do? She had to fulfill her husband's needs. If he wanted something to happen between them, she couldn't refuse. That's what her father had drilled into her mind.
Leandro sighed, and Bella raised her gaze to meet his. Her eyes widened when she saw Leandro undressing.
"If you're not going to say anything to stop me, I will take it as permission to have sex with you," Leandro stated.
Bella firmly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She stood up and slowly removed her nightdress.
Leandro's lips parted in surprise at his wife's actions. Nevertheless, the desires of his flesh overpowered his other emotions.
He quickly pulled his wife into a deep kiss, catching Bella off guard, leaving her with no time to close her eyes. The next thing she knew, she was lying on the bed with Leandro on top of her.
Leandro's movements were swift. He removed Bella's underwear and looked at her one last time before speaking again.
"You can still stop me," Leandro said in a hoarse voice.
Bella took a deep breath and shook her head. "This is my obligation as your wife. You don't have to ask me again. Do it."
Leandro retrieved a condom, put it on, and then positioned himself before slowly entering Bella. She screamed in pain and discomfort as she accepted her husband's entirety.
Bella involuntarily pulled Leandro's hair as he continued to penetrate her slowly.
Tears streamed down Bella's face as she felt Leandro's fullness inside her. She gradually began to feel Leandro's movements.
That night, Bella experienced a mix of desire and bitterness. She surrendered to her husband's actions, but she cried and felt bitter because she was unsure if this was the life she truly desired.
They shared a passionate night, and Bella barely remembered the details due to exhaustion.
She woke up the next morning to find her husband no longer by her side. She later discovered that he had left the country early that morning, leaving her alone. Betrothed to the Wicked Tycoon
Billionaires When I entered our room, I immediately saw Marcus on our balcony smoking. He was wearing a white tank top and pajama bottoms. When I closed the door, he faced me, and I immediately saw the sharp look in his eyes.
"M-Marcus, you came home early from work," I said to him with some nervousness. Already sensing what’s on his mind.
I met Tristan earlier, and I didn't want Marcus to know. Even if my husband doesn't love me, he gets angry when other men approach me, and he doesn't want me near Tristan either.
He put out the cigarette he was holding and threw it away. Slowly, he approached with a sharp gaze. I swallowed my saliva, feeling the strong beating of my heart.
"M-Marcus!" I exclaimed.
He grabbed me by the waist and pressed our bodies together. He brought his face close to my ear and licked and bit it. I clung to his shoulder and let out a soft moan. I also closed my eyes because I couldn't bear to look at him.
"Where have you been, Evelyn Grace Halloway?" he whispered close to my ear.
I swallowed my saliva, struggling to answer in our current position. I felt Marcus's touch on my thigh, making me even more restless.
"Someone saw you earlier with Tristan Anderson. Can I ask if that's true, Mrs. Halloway?" Marcus asked me with his sweet voice.
Instead of feeling delighted by how he said it, I became even more scared because I knew what would happen next.
"Look at me!" I jumped in surprise at his shout and quickly opened my eyes, looking at him. My whole body trembled in fear of what he would do next.
I saw his intimidating expression as he stared at me. He held my chin and brought my face close to his. I shivered as he licked the side of my lips and whispered to me again.
"What did I tell you before, wife?" My lips trembled as I answered his question.
"N-No meeting other... other men," I stammered.
"Hmmm." He caressed my waist and kissed my cheek.
"Can you explain what happened earlier?"
"W-We're just friends, Marcus. I-I didn't do anything wrong—"
"Liar!" he shouted.
I couldn't hold back my tears. I screamed as Marcus lifted me and laid me on our bed. My eyes widened as he hovered over me.
"No one else can come near you, claim you, and touch you because you're mine, Evelyn Grace Halloway! You can't escape from me because I won't allow you to be happy!" he shouted and laughed devilishly.
I am Evelyn Grace Wilson-Halloway, and I married the Devil Billionaire named Lucien Marcus Halloway. Locatelli's Beau
Romance Amelie Pearce, born into one of the prominent crime families in Chicago, is a princess of the mafia renowned for her physical attractiveness. However, what many perceive as a blessing becomes her downfall when she is compelled to marry Gio Merante, in order to establish peace between two mafia dynasties. Gio is the prospective head of the Merante Cartel within the New York Famiglia, a man infamous for his brutal nature and for strangling his cousin with his bare hands.
Millie is filled with terror at the prospect of marrying such a monster. Despite being one of the most desirable bachelors in New York due to his good looks, wealth, and charismatic but predatory demeanor, Millie understands that Gio's bad boy persona is more than just an act. Behind Gio's captivating gray eyes and arrogant smile lie bloodshed and death.
In her world, an attractive exterior often conceals a hidden monster—one capable of both killing and kissing with equal ease.
However, escaping from the arranged union, let alone a man like Gio, is impossible. He would pursue her to the ends of the earth.
Millie's only hope of survival in a marriage with Gio is to win his affection and gradually find her way into his heart—despite rumors that suggest Gio possesses no heart at all.
A beautiful mafia princess given to a monstrous man.
Even monsters harbor a heart.
She fully intends to find her place within it.
