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The Canary Who Learned To Fly

The Canary Who Learned To Fly

I died on a Tuesday. It wasn't a quick death. It was slow, cold, and meticulously planned by the man who called himself my father. I was twenty years old. He needed my kidney to save my sister. The spare part for the golden child. I remember the blinding lights of the operating theater, the sterile smell of betrayal, and the phantom pain of a surgeon's scalpel carving into my flesh while my screams echoed unheard. I remember looking through the observation glass and seeing him—my father, Giovanni Vitiello, the Don of the Chicago Outfit—watching me die with the same detached expression he used when signing a death warrant. He chose her. He always chose her. And then, I woke up. Not in heaven. Not in hell. But in my own bed, a year before my scheduled execution. My body was whole, unscarred. The timeline had reset, a glitch in the cruel matrix of my existence, giving me a second chance I never asked for. This time, when my father handed me a one-way ticket to London—an exile disguised as a severance package—I didn't cry. I didn't beg. My heart, once a bleeding wound, was now a block of ice. He didn't know he was talking to a ghost. He didn't know I had already lived through his ultimate betrayal. He also didn't know that six months ago, during the city's brutal territory wars, I was the one who saved his most valuable asset. In a secret safe house, I stitched up the wounds of a blinded soldier, a man whose life hung by a thread. He never saw my face. He only knew my voice, the scent of vanilla, and the steady touch of my hands. He called me Sette. Seven. For the seven stitches I put in his shoulder. That man was Dante Moretti. The Ruthless Capo. The man my sister, Isabella, is now set to marry. She stole my story. She claimed my actions, my voice, my scent. And Dante, the man who could spot a lie from a mile away, believed the beautiful deception because he wanted it to be true. He wanted the golden girl to be his savior, not the invisible sister who was only ever good for her spare parts. So I took the ticket. In my past life, I fought them, and they silenced me on an operating table. This time, I will let them have their perfect, gilded lie. I will go to London. I will disappear. I will let Seraphina Vitiello die on that plane. But I will not be a victim. This time, I will not be the lamb led to slaughter. This time, from the shadows of my exile, I will be the one holding the match. And I will wait, with the patience of the dead, to watch their entire world burn. Because a ghost has nothing to lose, and a queen of ashes has an empire to gain.
Regret Is Useless: The Mafia Queen Rises

Regret Is Useless: The Mafia Queen Rises

I was a Mafia Princess, and he was the gutter rat I tried to make a King. On our wedding day, with five hundred guests watching, Luca Moretti didn't say his vows. Instead, after receiving a photo of a secret child, he looked at me with panic and backed away from the altar. "I can't do this," he announced to the silent church. "She's here. She'll ruin the kid." He chose a waitress and their illegitimate daughter over me. He walked out, leaving me humiliated in a dress that cost more than most people's lives. Forty-eight hours later, he married her. He gave the waitress my ring, my future, and his name, all to protect a child he had hidden from me. When I confronted him weeks later, he looked at me with cold eyes and told me he did it for honor. He destroyed me to save them, convinced I would fade away into the background. He thought he could break a Vitiello and not pay the price. Five years later, I returned to Chicago. The gala went silent as I walked in, wearing blood-red silk. Luca approached me, eyes full of regret, begging for a second chance, claiming his marriage to the waitress was a mistake. He thought he could win me back. Until a little girl ran into the room—my daughter. And behind her walked my husband. Not a soldier, but the Reaper himself, Dante Cavallaro. Luca’s face turned pale as he realized the truth. He had left me at the altar to play father, but I had married the Devil to become a Queen.
Forced To Wed The Mafia Heir

Forced To Wed The Mafia Heir

In the shadowy underbelly of Chicago, where loyalty is currency and power is everything, 18-year-old Kylie Santos finds herself at the center of a dangerous game she never asked to play. What happens when duty collides with desire? When the price of family loyalty is your own heart? Born into the notorious Santos crime family, Kylie has always known her life would be different. But nothing could have prepared her for the bombshell her father drops one fateful evening. As rival gangs close in, threatening to destroy everything the Santos family has built over generations, Kylie learns that she is to be the linchpin in a desperate plan for survival. "You will marry his oldest son, Lysander," her father declares, his voice as cold and unyielding as steel. In an instant, Kylie's world shatters. She's to be wed to Lysander Vincenzo, heir to the New York Familia - their longtime enemies turned reluctant allies. But can decades of bloodshed and mistrust truly be erased by a single union? Suddenly, Kylie is thrust into a world of high-stakes politics and deadly power plays. Every move she makes could tip the delicate balance between peace and all-out war. As she navigates this treacherous new reality, Kylie must grapple with her own desires and ambitions. Can she sacrifice her dreams for the greater good of her family? Or will she find a way to forge her own path amidst the chaos? But Lysander Vincenzo is no mere pawn in this game of chess. Rumored to be as ruthless as he is handsome, he harbors his own secrets and ambitions. As Kylie and Lysander circle each other warily, an unexpected spark ignites between them. Could their arranged union blossom into something real? Or will the weight of family expectations and old grudges snuff out any chance at true love?
The Billionaire Broken Heiress

The Billionaire Broken Heiress

"They say the dead don't come back. But I did. And I brought hell with me." Aria Moretti was supposed to die seven years ago when her entire mafia family was slaughtered in a brutal massacre. Instead, she escaped pregnant, alone, and marked for death. She fled to Lagos, gave birth in hiding, and spent seven years transforming from a sheltered princess into something far more dangerous. Now she's back in New York. Not for forgiveness. For blood. But her return puts her on a tight spot with Dante Russo the man she once loved and was forced to betray. He's no longer the loyal soldier from her father's organization. He's built himself into a billionaire empire while secretly ruling the city's underworld. Powerful. Ruthless. Unforgettable. And he's never forgiven her for disappearing. When Dante discovers Aria is alive, he should kill her for the betrayal he thinks she committed. Instead, he makes her an offer she can't refuse: Marry me. Six months. No questions asked. He needs a wife to legitimize his business expansion. She needs his protection to hunt her family's killer. It's purely transactional. A marriage of convenience. Nothing more. As they're forced into close contact, old attraction reignites into something explosive. Assassination attempts bring them together. Shared danger builds unexpected trust. And co-parenting the son Dante is just getting to know creates moments of tenderness neither expected. But as Aria gets closer to discovering who ordered the massacre, the lies holding their marriage together begin to crumble. A traitor is in Dante's organization. A jealous ex-lover plots to destroy their alliance. And Vincent Carozza Aria's godfather and the man she suspects killed her family is closing in for the final strike.
DON'T TOY WITH ME: SEXIEST MAN OF THE YEAR

DON'T TOY WITH ME: SEXIEST MAN OF THE YEAR

This book contains hot mature scenes and languages. Read at your own risk! "Ahhh...". She threw her head back and gasped at the sudden vibrating sensation from her underwear. "What..what..what was that?" "A little toy and a bigger one playing with each other". Antonio replied and pressed the button again. Angela arched her back at the sweet torment,her fingers digging into the sheets tightly. "Stop..stop..please,this is bad,my head is spinning..i ...can't..take...it". Her mouth moved convulsively. "The setting is still low, you are already so twitchy,your body is just so ready". He replied dry, watching her face closely. "Please....". "Those faces you make...you better stop or I will get hard enough to not hold back". He replied and increased the speed. "Haaa...ahhhh..wait...stop ...please". Angela cried, her eyes bulging,as she fought with herself..her thighs vibrating too. "Seeing you cry to it is actually more interesting,I should use it often on you..,this is pretty fun". He pressed the next button. "Stop please...it keeps grinding on my..clit. so hard.I..think something's coming out...my body...ahhh..I am gonna pee..stop". "If you do that...well you will explain to the doctor and nurses, how you wetted the sheets, you can do better,just hold it in". He smirked. She rubbed her thighs together and bit hard on her lower lip,trying to hold back. "Let's take it to the next level,shall we?" She opened her eyes widely,her tongue out salivating. "No..no..please..no..more...." Suddenly she felt herself shaking convulsively. I am at my limits..this is bad..I can't let this pee out...but it's extremely hard,she thought and burst into tears. "Freckles,I will advise you to save the tears we are just warming up". He breaks into her thoughts. "I.. can't..I can't...ahh nghh!" Her eyes rolled back... Anthonio watched her intently, a cigar clamped in his teeth,a hand in his pocket and the other with the remote. He could feel himself hardened. She had that insane effect on him. "Fuck! I am hard". He cursed under his breath. Suddenly the door opened. "Grandma?" Angela gasped, tears clouded her eyes as she tried to keep her face straight and voice steady. *****ADULT CONTENT HERE* read at your own risk! "No matter the time or place,you will spread your legs for me when I say so,that's my condition,can you do that?" Angela met his eyes and swallowed convulsively. "Yes". Her voice trembled. Angela, a 24 yrs old and breadwinner of her poor class family was left with no other choice other than to say yes to Mr Antonio inorder to save her nieces. Antonio Montero of the famous Montero family! The incredibly handsome, famous idol and young billionaire also known as the sexiest man of his generation. A toxic playboy with many sex scandals. Nevertheless, Angela wasn't a fan of his looks or movie roles as most girls including her very own sister, not even in the least in love with him nor he with her. He got a death wish to grant and she, emotionally blackmailed. Most girls would die to find themselves in this situation but not Angela... One year Angela will have her simple life back. But what will she do if it becomes a life time imprisonment? There are far many secrets about the Monteros that got her entrapped.
The Bellucci Bride's Vengeance

The Bellucci Bride's Vengeance

The air was thick with the scent of lilies and impending death in Don Tony Marino's master suite. As his daughter-in-law, I was expected to maintain composure, a mask I wore expertly through the hushed murmurs of the family. But nothing could prepare me for the scene that unfolded before my eyes. My husband, Sonny, burst into the death room, dragging a garish woman with too much makeup. His frantic shouts echoed: "Pop, I' m in love! This is Luna. I want an annulment from Izzy!" He declared his intention to marry this gold-digger, shattering our family's most crucial alliance with my father, Don Marcus Bellucci. A betrayal so audacious, it nearly brought the dying Don back to life in pure rage. The shock reverberated through the hushed capos and family gathered outside the door. Sonny, blinded by obsession, publicly shamed me, calling me cold and calculating. Then, Luna, the parasite, offered her "brilliant" plan to save the family: an outdated cryptocurrency money-laundering scheme. A plan so simple, so fatally flawed, even street dealers knew better. My heart ached, not for Sonny, but for the profound disrespect shown to my family, to the very alliance cemented by my brothers' sacrifice. How could he be so foolish? So reckless? Was this truly the end of everything our combined families had built, all for a cheap Vegas grifter? But as Luna babbled, a quiet, cold determination ignited within me. I calmly exposed her amateur scheme, revealing its fatal flaws for everyone to hear. In that fraught moment, a dying Don Tony Marino looked at me not as just an ally's daughter, but as the only one capable of confronting the chaos. Little did I know, this public humiliation was just the first tremor. The true reckoning for our family, and the rise of a new era, was about to begin.