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WHEN LOVE WORKS
Mafia Lia, a twenty-one year old lady from a wealthy mafia Italian family finally finds love in a rival mafia family.
After much persuasion she and her lover, Franco are able to convince their families that their love for each other was real and deep and they later get married.
However, on their wedding day Franco starts to behave strangely. He is not the man that Lia used to know when they were dating.
He changes from the sweet loving and caring gentleman that he was while they courted to an arrogant and abusive husband.
Franco opens up to Lia's elder brother, Lorenzo, on their wedding day that he won't be the husband that Lia had always dreamed of. He promises to make her life a misery.
Lorenzo is shocked by Franco's openness particularly as they were just getting married and tries to persuade Lia to call off the wedding.
Lia does not listen to Lorenzo because according to her it was not news that the Franco's family was a rival mafia family. She believed that they had crossed that hurdle successfully when both families agreed to their marriage.
She dismisses Lorenzo's warnings which she thought were based on that ground. Lorenzo, however, goes on to tell the rest of the family what Franco had told him personally.
After the wedding, Lia begins to experience what Lorenzo her brother tried to warn her about.
Franco had started abusing her both physically and verbally.
However, Lia not knowing the reason for this sudden change in her husband was determined to keep her marriage.
Two years after their wedding, she still had not conceived. This she attributed to the lack of peace and love she was experiencing in her marriage.
Her love for Franco however was still very strong and she was determined to make her marriage work.
One day she came back from shopping at noon to find Franco, her husband stark naked with another lady on their matrimonial bed. This was when she realized that her relationship with Franco had so much degenerated.
She decided to leave him for a while until he was willing and ready to get help to restore their union.
Lia ends up going back to her father's house.
Her brother Lorenzo one day discovers some scars and bruises on his sister's body giving him a clearer picture of what she had been through while she was with Franco.
He accuses her of lying and covering up for Franco all this while.
Against Lia's wish he reveals it to the family and vows to avenge every pain Franco had put his sister through.
Franco on the other hand does not change his ways. He decides to continue to have all the fun in his life believing that Lia's love for him would soon make her come back begging once she comes back to her senses.
Her brother tries to persuade her to divorce Franco, but she refuses as she still loved Franco very much.
This only infuriated Lorenzo the more. He swore he would kill Franco for breaking his sister's heart and taking his family for granted.
He goes ahead to advise Lia not to bother thinking of going back to Franco because to him Franco was already a dead man.
During a family gathering she begs her family to help her save her marriage as that was the only reason why she left her home in the first place.
What had caused the sudden change in Lia's husband, Franco?
Would Lia be able to restore the love she was sure Franco once had for her?
Can she save Franco from Lorenzo's anger and promise to avenge every pain he had put her through?
Read this compelling story to find out if true love is enough to bring about the love, peace and harmony Lia desires. Back-off. This Billionaire Is Mine
Romance "Getting Nathan to marry me will surely be my first revenge for their betrayal, Nana." Clara said sobbing.
Clara was a product of rape. She was hated by her mum from birth. Her mother Vivian, who was just sixteen as at that time, saw Clara as an obstacle to her becoming successful in life. Vivian had immediately ordered a trusted help to drop her at the staircase of the closest orphanage to where she lived on the day of her birth.
Her grandmother who had almost completely lost touch with Clara's mother due to past grievances picked Clara from the orphanage and raised her till she was twenty-one years old.
She is later persuaded by Nana, her grandma to accept her mother's invitation to come live with her. Clara also discovered that she had fallen hopelessly in love with Madam Whitson's soon to be son-in-law, Jonathan.
Jonathan who was fondly called Nathan, was the billionaire CEO of the biggest conglomerate in New York. His good looks, imposing height and piercing dark eyes along with his massive wealth made him the most eligible bachelor in town.
Madam Whitson's only child, beautiful spoilt Leticia who always got what she wanted was one person no one wanted to have issues with as she was capable of anything.
She was so evil that there were rumors that she once drugged her mother to prevent her from having more children and poisoned thereafter the maid who had assisted her in the act.
As the truth began to unravel as to why Clara had been sent for by her mother and later sent away again after been used, Clara decided to fight against the devilish Leticia and her mum.
Would she be able to get Nathan to go against his beloved mother's dying wish and marry her?
Was she ready to face the ambitious and deadly Leticia in a love battle?
What was the last truth she needed, to finally destroy those who had terribly wronged her?
Discover this in this captivating story of love, betrayal and revenge.
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His Vow Broke, Her Empire Woke
Hei Baidong I was the perfect Mafia wife, my dowry the foundation of my husband's ambition. I paid for his Yale degree, his tailored suits, and the very mansion he called his own. My reward? He paraded his mistress into my bedroom and declared her his second wife, expecting me to silently finance their affair.
They thought they had broken a merchant's daughter. They forgot I was raised by wolves.
Armed with a blood chit—a life debt owed to my family by the most feared man in Chicago—I walked into the lion's den. I went to Damien 'The Wraith' Falcone, the Dark Don who rules the Outfit with an iron fist, to demand a simple annulment.
But the King of Chicago isn't interested in simple transactions. He saw the steel beneath my silk, the vendetta burning in my eyes. He granted me my freedom, but at a price: my allegiance. Now, I'm a pawn in his lethal game of thrones, caught between a treacherous husband I swore to destroy and a ruthless Don who looks at me with a terrifying, possessive hunger.
In a city built on loyalty and betrayal, I'm about to teach them all that a queen's wrath is the deadliest weapon of all. My Bestie's Dad Popped My Cherry
Oye's Pen "You've been in denial for so long, Addison." His voice was husky and heavy with lust. "Do you really want me to stop?"
I could not bring myself to say no. My best friend's stepdad was like the devil, making me find so much pleasure in sin.
"You can't even say no," he chuckled, letting go of my hand finally. They moved to my face and he stared into my eyes, while his other hand still worked wonders between my legs.
"Don't make me do this," I finally said, moaning the words out. "Please."
"Tell me to stop one more time and I will," he mumbled.
"Please, st-" I didn't complete my words because he captured my lips with his.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Addison Rodriguez never expected to feel any sexual tension or fall in love with her best friend's stepdad. As she surrenders to the sexual tension, her loyalty to her best friend wavers, especially when she finds out that he is secretly a Mafia Lord trying to hide in plain sight and that her best friend's life is in danger, her loyalty is tested even further. Would she reveal his secret to protect her best friend, or keep it to protect her love?
Rejected by the Son, I Chose the Don
Rabbit On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up.
As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress.
The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me.
The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one.
With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered.
I chose the one man they never expected.
I chose his father, the Don himself.
The Discarded Wife Is A Mafia Queen
Shore Tour I am the wife of Dante Moretti, a powerful Mafia Underboss. But in secret, I am "Spettro," the phantom architect who built his entire encrypted bootlegging empire.
On my birthday, I came home to find him gifting our five-year-old daughter the exact plush toy he had violently slapped out of my hands months ago. Only this time, he was giving it to his mistress, Adriana, to present as her own.
"Auntie Adriana is a million times better than Mommy."
My daughter's innocent words pierced my heart, while Dante coldly dismissed my presence, treating me like an unwelcome stranger interrupting their perfect family. He mocked my mothering, allowed his mistress to sever my desperate phone calls with my child, and weaponized his power to break our daughter's spirit just to spite me. He sneered that my only purpose was to stay quiet, absolutely certain I would crawl back the second my allowance ran dry.
He thought I was just a weak, submissive wife who had lost everything. He didn't realize that the empire he arrogantly ruled was entirely built on my stolen brilliance.
I left my diamond ring on the table, violently slashed our ancient blood oath in half, and walked out of his gilded cage forever.
Sitting in a cold warehouse, I placed my hands on my telegraph machine and initiated the Ghost Protocol to permanently paralyze his entire criminal network.
The era of playing the dutiful wife was over. I am Donna Falcone, and the vendetta has just begun. Married To The Consigliere: The Canary's Revenge
REGINA SIMONDS I was the secret pen pal of Xavier Falcone, the ruthless Heir to the Syndicate.
We spent six months trading ciphers and falling in love in the dark.
But my half-sister Natalie stole my burner phone and claimed my identity as his "Canary."
When I ran through the pouring rain to his territory to tell him the truth, his eyes were devoid of mercy.
He believed her lies about my jealousy and handed me over to his men without a second thought.
He locked me in his heavily guarded penthouse and forced a laced glass of vintage scotch down my throat.
The cramping started ten minutes later, blood soaking through my white dress as he killed our unborn child.
"A rat does not deserve to bear my blood."
He stood over me with a blank, aristocratic face, mocking me as I bled out on his cold marble floor.
Until my last breath, I didn't understand how the man who wrote me such tender words could be so heartless.
Why did he refuse to recognize my soul? Why did he leave me to die so brutally in the dark?
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the day Natalie pointed a gun at me to steal my phone.
This time, I didn't fight back.
"Take the phone, Natalie. It is yours."
I handed over the man I loved and signed a contract to marry Gabriel Romano, the most lethal architect of death in the Underworld.
In this life, I would rather marry a true monster than ever look at Xavier Falcone again. You Called Me Barren, Mr. Sterile Don
Gong Zi On my birthday, my husband Dante asked for a divorce over a plate of cold lasagna.
He held my hand, tears in his eyes, and told me his mistress was pregnant.
"It’s a miracle, Elena," he wept. "God has finally given me a son."
He looked at me with pity, calling me "broken" because I hadn't given him an heir in eight years.
He moved his pregnant mistress into the penthouse I paid for, and his mother mocked me as a "dry vine" while cooking tonic soups for the new woman.
They didn't know the truth I had buried three years ago.
I remembered the day the doctor slid the file across the desk: *Azoospermia. Zero sperm count.*
Dante was the sterile one.
I had burned the results to protect his fragile ego as a Mafia Don. I took the blame. I drank his mother's vile herbal poisons every morning until I vomited, just to keep his secret.
Now, he was discarding me for a "miracle" that was biologically impossible.
I signed the divorce papers without a tear.
Then I bought the debt of his company, put on a blood-red dress, and walked into his heir's Christening.
I didn't come to object.
I came to plug a USB drive into the projector and show the entire underworld exactly whose "miracle" that baby really was. Married to the Billionaire Mafia Don
Ebony Pete "You're leaving," Lorenzo said softly.
Ivy straightened her spine and raised her chin. "I am. I'm getting out of this place even if it means climbing over the front gates. I can't stay here anymore. I'm leaving!"
"You can't," Lorenzo said flatly. "Not now."
"Watch me," Ivy hissed, brushing past him.
Lorenzo stepped in her way and grabbed her by the arms-not roughly, but firmly.
"I mean it, Ivy. You can't leave," he said tightly.
She struggled against his grip, her bag falling to the floor with a thud.
"Let me go, Lorenzo! I don't belong here. This place is insane. Your family is insane!"
"You belong to me," he said sharply, eyes burning into hers. "And it's my job to protect what's mine."
"I don't want to be yours," Ivy cried. "I want to be free! I want to live!"
Something shifted in Lorenzo's face. He looked at her then, not as an obligation, not as a pawn, but as a person. A frightened, strong, beautiful woman who had been caught in a storm she never asked for. And something in him cracked.
Lorenzo reached down and cupped her face with both hands. Ivy flinched at first but didn't pull away. His thumbs wiped away the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I never wanted to hurt you," he said quietly.
Her lower lip trembled. "Then let me go..."
"I can't," he whispered.
And then, without thinking, he leaned in and kissed her.
***************
Ivy Wesley believed that marrying a wealthy stranger would be her golden escape from a life of struggle. Lorenzo Martinelli was supposed to be her way out: her fresh start, her answer to every prayer whispered in the dark.
But the moment the mansion doors shut behind her, Ivy understood the truth. She hadn't stepped into a fairy tale. She had walked straight into the lion's den.
The whispers about the Martinelli family's ties to the Mafia aren't just rumors; they're real, and now Ivy is bound to them by a ring on her finger and secrets she can never unlearn. There is no undoing this choice. No clean exit. Not after what she's seen. Not after what she knows.
Surrounded by dangerous alliances, ruthless power plays, and truths sharp enough to draw blood, Ivy finds herself caught in a world where trust is a luxury and loyalty can be lethal. Yet in the middle of the chaos, something even more unexpected takes root: a love she never planned for, never prepared for, and may not survive.
Now Ivy faces an impossible choice: run while she still can, or stand her ground beside the man who could destroy her as easily as he protects her. In a world where betrayal lurks behind every polished smile and devotion can cost a life, can their love endure... or will it be the very thing that brings everything crashing down? Broken But His: The Don's Hidden Amputee
Bao Fu Ya Ya I made my living playing background piano in underground speakeasies to pay off my fugitive father’s blood debt. Tonight, I had exactly ten seconds to make sure my floor-length velvet gown completely concealed the fact that I no longer had legs.
The VIP doors swung open, and the most ruthless mafia Don in the city walked in—Killian Vitiello, the boy I loved a decade ago. He didn't know my legs were crushed by rival soldiers on the very night he took his blood oath. Instead of a reunion, he pulled a beautiful woman in a red silk dress to his side and coldly introduced her as his fiancée.
"The rumors of you being a desperate opportunist at least explain why you vanished without a word," he sneered, looking at my threadbare clothes.
He publicly disavowed my existence to the entire underworld, leaving me to be hunted by rival factions. While he built his empire, I was crawling in the freezing rain to reattach my heavy metal prosthetic, watching my mother descend into fatal madness from our crushing poverty.
I swallowed the bitter ash of my ruined life and let him believe I was a traitorous gold digger. I would rather he hate me forever than let my mutilated body become a fatal weakness to his throne.
So, after my mother died, I packed a single bag and fled the country to disappear for good.
But I didn't know that on the very day I left, Killian kicked down the door of an illicit underground clinic and finally opened my ten-year-old medical file. 
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