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Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

"Ryder, we... we can't do this. This is wrong," Bella gulped down with fear. "But it doesn't feel wrong, baby girl," Ryder announced as he tore her panties in one hard yank and thrust hard and deep into her wetness. "You feel like the only right one when I am inside you," he gritted out as he never stopped plunging into her. Bella and Ryder have been inseparable since childhood, their bond forged by their parents' deep friendship. But one night, their relationship takes a fiery turn, igniting a passion that neither of them can ignore. Bella knows she can't trust Ryder with her heart. He's the notorious mafia leader known for his "one and done" approach to women. Serious relationships have never been his style. But the longer she tries to resist, the closer she gets pulled toward him. Ryder isn't ready to let her go, either. He knows he wants her more than he's ever wanted anything in his life because one night was not enough after tasting the forbidden fruit. Determined and relentless, he's willing to cross any line to keep Bella in his life. As he unleashes his seductive charm and cunning tactics, Bella struggles to protect her heart from the one man who has the power to shatter it. Will Bella resist Ryder's magnetic pull and safeguard her heart, or will she succumb to the dangerous allure of the man she's known her entire life? Full of action, suspense, and thrillers. 18+ detailed sexually explicit content, B D S M, Forbidden, Mafia Billionaire Romance
Queen of Vengeance: Eleanor's Reign

Queen of Vengeance: Eleanor's Reign

Eleanor Vance, the quiet matriarch of the powerful Vance family, cherished her secluded cottage life, preferring peace to the family' s lavish estate. Her son, Michael, CEO of Vance Holdings, fiercely adored her, his protective loyalty legendary. But on the night of Michael' s extravagant engagement gala, his fiancée, Tiffany, stumbled upon Eleanor' s home. Mistaking the esteemed matriarch for a "vagrant," Tiffany, fueled by cruel arrogance, unleashed a shocking assault. She brutally murdered Eleanor' s loyal housekeeper, Sarah, and then turned on Eleanor herself. Eleanor was beaten, her hair savagely cut, her limbs broken, and her lips grotesquely stitched shut. Then, she was stuffed into a canvas bag and brought to the gala. Unknowing of its contents, and in a blinded rage over a perceived insult to his mother, Michael kicked the bag and ordered the "vagrant" disposed of-thrown to the estate's ferocious Dobermans. How could her own son unknowingly condemn her to such a horrific fate? The searing pain of her body was nothing compared to the agony of his unknowing betrayal, born from a twisted, protective rage. But when Michael confronts the horrific truth in the kennels, realizing the "vagrant" is his beloved, mutilated mother, his world shatters. This revelation unleashes a vengeance so dark and absolute it will consume all involved, forever altering the fate of the Vance empire and forging an unexpected queen.
I'm The Legal Wife

I'm The Legal Wife

Jayzee was already at the office at seven o'clock Monday morning. His whole family was not there yet because their flight back was just now. He did nothing all weekend but watch sports on the cable channel and swim in the pool. he was not in the mood to go to the club so he stayed at the condo for those two days. For the first time in his adult life, I think he had some 'me' time. He was still far away when he saw the bright light near his room. he saw Anikka sipping her coffee while looking at the screen monitor and her back leaned on her swivel chair. He thinks it's getting better every day. He also noticed that he had lost his innocence and that his gaze was no longer as intense as before. "Good    morning,"    he greeted her. It seemed that he was surprised by his appearance which he did not expect because it was still early. "Good morning," he greeted back. "Coffee?" offer it to him. He sat on the edge of her table and smiled. "Would you allow me to sip on your coffee cup?" he asked. Every time he attracts her, she quickly makes an excuse to avoid it. But he will not allow it to be just like that. As time goes on, he is more and more challenged by this woman who doesn't seem to care about his charisma. "No," he answered quickly making him smile even more. "Why not?    I don't have a contagious disease." "I'll just make you," he answered. But before he could stand up, he took the papercup and brought it to his lips. "Iced coffee in the morning?" he frowned as it must have been cold. He immediately placed the glass on the table. "I prefer cold," he replied. He waits for the girl to take it to drink. Maybe he was embarrassed so he was forced to take a sip again. "Now you just tasted my lips, sweetheart," he said smiling while still holding the glass. He also saw the reddening of her face. "How does it taste?" "Coffee taste," he just shrugged his shoulders and focused his eyes on the screen again. he was even more irritated by her reactions. He quickly stood up and headed to his office. "We'll talk about my schedule today, Anikka," he said while walking. In less than five minutes, he entered his office holding a ballpoint pen and some folders. he stood up and sat on the edge of the table in front of it. "What's my schedule for today, sweetheart?" "You only have three meetings today because Mr. del Mundo suddenly canceled yesterday," he answered. "Yesterday was Sunday, Anikka." "He called at my number," he answered, making her frown even more. "He's calling you off office hours?" He gave Anikka a company phone for her to use. he lost his mind that clients would use to call him even when he was out of work. "Just to cancel the meeting today," he immediately explained. "Is Oliver calling you often?" he immediately asked, referring to the supplier who was often now in front of his table. "Sort of." He shrugged his shoulders again. He cursed the secret. "Add to my schedule later my visit to Zenclub at six o'clock," he said and returned to the swivel chair. "You're going with me," he added. "It's not during work hours, Jayzee," he denied as she expected. he ignored it but started to open the folders he was carrying. "You will take the minutes of the meeting from now on," he also ordered that his father's secretary used to do. "You'll be with me at the conference room later." "Suddenly, I guess?" it said with a smile. He, on the other hand, frowned in annoyance at the thought of always talking to Oliver when he was not in the office. "That's part of your job as my secretary. I didn't just give birth to you right away because you were new." "Okay, boss," he seemed to be teasing him because he was still smiling while he was serious. "Do you need anything else?" "I need a coffee," he said without looking at the girl. "Hot or cold?" it asked. he looked at her and saw that she was amused by the visible annoyance in him. "I don't drink cold coffee, sweetheart." He stared at it intently. "I want it as 'hot' as you." He emphasized the last word but she still didn't react. He disappeared into his office for a while before he returned with a cup of coffee. "Here's your hot coffee, sir," he teased. He stood up and met her. "Is this as hot as you?" he asked comfortingly and purposely took her hand as he handed her the cup. If he thought he would be alone in the teasing, he was mistaken. And if that Oliver thinks that he will be ahead of the girl, he is also mistaken. he's not Jayzee Albano if other men can outdo him. "You decide," he replied while waiting for her to sip the coffee to answer his question. "I can't decide yet," he said after taking a sip. the truth is that he was slightly burned because the coffee was still hot. But he has to stand by what's in his mind. "Why not?" it seems like a challenge to him.
Rising From Ashes: The Broken Wife's Return

Rising From Ashes: The Broken Wife's Return

After years of a freezing, loveless marriage, my billionaire husband Israel finally threw me out to make room for his new lover, Ayla. Before I even packed my bags, he ordered a crew to shred the Dogwood tree in our backyard and pour thick concrete into the crater, claiming it was a symbol of my infidelity. He didn't know that buried beneath those roots was the urn containing the ashes of our unborn baby. Stripped of everything, I tried to rebuild my shattered life by securing a supporting role in an indie film. But Israel bought the entire production studio just to cast Ayla as the lead, demanding I act as her pathetic stepping stone. When I refused, he cornered me on set with a sickening audio recording. "We want one million dollars. This will ruin Karen forever." It was my own parents. They had forged my medical records, planning to sell a story to the tabloids that I was a violent, delusional schizophrenic. Israel smiled coldly, threatening to lock me in a padded room on an involuntary psychiatric hold unless I signed an unpaid contract to serve Ayla unconditionally. My own flesh and blood had sold me out to a ruthless monster for cash. Staring at the extortion contract, the last shred of desperation and love in my chest burned away into cold, gray ash. To survive a monster, you have to become one. I picked up his pen, violently signed my name, and prepared to rip his precious Ayla to shreds on camera.
From Trailer to Tycoon: A Billionaire's Secret Legacy

From Trailer to Tycoon: A Billionaire's Secret Legacy

The splintered wood of my trailer door vibrated with each heavy blow from Spike' s thugs. "Sarah! Open up! We know you're in there!" they roared. Inside, my "best friend" Jessica pressed a waiver into my hand, her manicured nails digging deep. "Sign it, Sarah! Renounce Ethan's estate, his debts! You'll be free!" she urged, her voice a desperate whine. My blood ran cold. This was the exact moment it happened before-the trap that destroyed my life. In my past, I foolishly signed that paper, believing it was my salvation. But it freed me only to an unimaginable hell. Because Ethan Vance, my "poor" handyman husband, was no struggling family man; he was a billionaire, and Jessica, his secret partner, was set to inherit everything. They orchestrated my ruin, stealing my future and burdening me with debt. The gravest cost was my precious son, Leo, lifeless due to their cruel machinations. My world collapsed, leaving me with nothing but ghosts and despair. The memory of that betrayal, a searing brand, ignited a cold fury within me. I had been a pawn, fed lies, while they laughed in their luxurious hidden life. The injustice was a physical ache, begging for retribution. But now, I was back. Returned to the very precipice of their deceit, armed with brutal foresight. This time, I would not sign their treacherous waiver. I opened the shaking door, ready to face my tormentors, not as a victim, but as the architect of their downfall. Let their nightmare begin.
The Divorce I Never Knew

The Divorce I Never Knew

My wife, Catalina, is a billionaire CEO. To me, she’s an angel. Three years ago, her stalker, Dixon Bright, shattered my hand with a hammer, ending my career as an architect. Catalina nursed me back from the brink, her love the only thing holding me together. On our fifth anniversary, I went to the DMV. The clerk looked at me strangely. "Sir, our records show you were divorced three years ago. On October 12th." The same day I was attacked. The record also showed who Catalina married that very day: Dixon Bright. My world tilted. Her tender care—feeding me, dressing me, encouraging me to draw with my left hand—was it all a lie? I found their secret house, a glass mansion she called an "investment." Inside, she wasn't punishing him. She was kissing him. I pressed my ear to the glass and heard the words that destroyed me. "It was your idea to cripple him," she cooed to Dixon, stroking his hair. "It was the only way to make sure he'd never leave me. You did a good thing, Dixon. You earned your reward. You earned me." My loving wife hadn't just betrayed me. She had ordered my destruction to turn me into a pet she could keep in a cage. My phone buzzed. A text from Catalina. "Happy anniversary, my love. Can't wait to celebrate tonight. <3" She thinks I'm her broken treasure, safe in her grasp. She has no idea I just saw the warden with the key. She thinks she broke me. But tonight, my escape begins.