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The Cost of a Crown: A Mafia Princess's Ruin

The Cost of a Crown: A Mafia Princess's Ruin

My life as a mafia princess ended the day Dante Moretti, the new Don, killed my family and seized our home. Now, I was a prisoner, a humiliated servant scrubbing floors in what was once my mansion, enduring his cruel torment day and night. He swore my family had destroyed his, and his vengeance was absolute. Then came the impossible truth: I was pregnant with his child. A tiny, secret hope, a fragile reason to endure, began to bloom in my heart. But Dante, spurred by his calculating fiancée, brutally forced me to abort our baby. He then coldly orchestrated the public murder of my last remaining family-my beloved mother. My entire world shattered in that moment. That final act of cruelty extinguished every flicker of hope, leaving nothing but cold, dead ash. My will to live evaporated, replaced by a quiet resolve to end my suffering. I prepared my escape, a hidden bottle of pills my one solace, planning to simply fade away. How could one man inflict such unimaginable pain, destroying everything I held dear, yet haunt my every thought with a past love I tried desperately to bury? Why, in his eyes, did I see both pure hatred and a possessive darkness that called to something deep within me? Was there truly no undoing the generational cycle of violence he relentlessly pursued? On the night he paraded me as a broken trophy before his capos, my family's remaining loyalists stormed the ballroom to kill him. As a blade lunged for his heart, an instinct, a forgotten echo of a life I thought was gone, made me throw myself in front of him. But as I shielded the man who utterly ruined me, the poison I had taken hours earlier began its final, irreversible work.
Tempted By My Mafia Professor

Tempted By My Mafia Professor

⚠️Content Warning⚠️ This is a dark romance novel intended strictly for readers 16+ It contains explicit sexual content, including frequent detailed sex scenes, BDSM (domination, submission, bondage, and consensual pain), and threesomes/group dynamics. The story features a large age gap, dubious consent/coercion, graphic violence (including murder), possessive and obsessive behavior, stalking, power imbalance, manipulation, and a morally black/psychopathic hero. Some themes may be triggering. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ...... When Rose John witnesses a brutal murder on a dark, rainy night, she thinks it's the end of her peace...until the man she saw that night walks into her classroom two days later, wearing a suit and a wicked smile. Rafael Santoro. An impotent man A man who can't have a good sexual pleasure Her new professor. Her nightmare..or her dangerous temptation. Behind his calm, charming facade lies the truth: Rafael is a ruthless mafia boss hiding in plain sight, a man used to taking what he wants...and right now, what he wants is her Rafael is possessive, dominant, and dangerously protective. A man who can't feel sexual pleasures only with pretense. The world fears him, but with Rose... he craves her submission, her trust, her love. And he will destroy anyone who stands between them...even her own doubts. Now trapped in his web of obsession, Rose must choose: resist his family's dark seduction, or surrender to the man who might ruin her...
A Debt In Blood

A Debt In Blood

Chapter 1: BLOOD ON THE DOCKS The scent of iron hung vividly in the air. Lorenzo De Luca stepped into the dimly lit warehouse, his gaze immediately locked onto the body lying lifeless on the cold concrete floor soaked in a pool of his blood. He was too late. His jaw tightened as he took in the brutal scene. He had come to meet Miguel Vasquez, to collect information the man owed him, but it seems someone had gotten there first. And judging by the warmth of his body, it hadn't been long. A slow, deliberate click of shoes against the floor pulled Lorenzo's attention to the shadows. The rival of the De Luca Empire since the dawn of time, Gabriel Moretti. He stepped forward, casually wiping a spot of blood from his cuff with a smile. "Oh you missed the fun, De Luca," said Moretti, slipping his hands into the pockets of his expensive coat. "Shame. He had so much to say." Lorenzo's expression didn't change, but tension waved through him. Vasquez had been useful, a man with connections, someone who owed him a debt. Killing him was a direct message. And Moretti wanted him to hear it loud and clear. Lorenzo exhaled slowly, forcing his temper to remain in check. "Sloppy," he said, tilting his head toward the mess on the floor. "Not your usual style." Moretti chuckled. "Consider it a personal touch." His eyes shined with amusement. "Besides, it's not like you cared about him." Lorenzo said nothing. He wouldn't give Moretti the satisfaction. After a moment, Moretti sighed dramatically. "Well, I'll leave you to it. Unless, of course, you plan on stopping me?" His tone was mocking, a challenge laced into every word. Lorenzo didn't take the bait. Moretti wasn't stupid enough to start a war, not here, not now. Instead, he watched in silence as Moretti walked toward the exit, and his men followed behind him. The warehouse door slammed shut, leaving only the sound of blood dripping onto the concrete. Lorenzo turned back to Vasquez's lifeless body. This wasn't just business. Moretti had taken something from him, and debts always had to be repaid. A slight movement at the entrance caught his eye. Marco stepped inside, his face carefully neutral. Lorenzo didn't look away from the body. "Clean this up." Marco gave a short nod, already pulling out his phone to make the necessary arrangements. Lorenzo stepped over the corpse without a second glance. Miguel Vasquez had a daughter. And she was about to learn what it meant to be in debt to the mafia. "Debts have to be paid, one way or another." He said as he exited the warehouse.
Broken Doll No More: Her Ruthless Revenge

Broken Doll No More: Her Ruthless Revenge

I stood before the heavy oak door with a positive pregnancy test burning a hole in my pocket, ready to tell the Underboss, Anthony Holden, that his legacy was secured. But before I could turn the handle, I heard his twin brother laughing from inside. "She screams your name, not mine. It is a little insulting, brother," Emmanuel mocked. "Three years of celibacy for the alliance while you play with my toy," Anthony sighed. "I deserve a medal." My world shattered. For three years, I thought I was the exception to their violence, but I had been sleeping with a monster in the dark. When I kicked the door open, Bianca House—my high school tormentor—was sitting there like a queen. "Happy anniversary, Erica," she sneered. "You were just a placeholder for the territory deal." They didn't stop there. They took my dignity, and then they took my life. At a dinner intended to show unity, they watched me choke on peanuts. Anthony looked me in the eye and used my EpiPen on Bianca’s fake faint while I suffocated on the floor. They threw my grandmother’s ashes off a balcony just to watch me scream. They pushed me into traffic to ensure I’d be a compliant prop for their wedding. They killed the baby in my womb. They thought they had broken me. They thought I was just a nurse, a civilian, a loose end. But on the day of the wedding, I wasn't in the pews. I was on a bus out of state, hacking the church's livestream. As the priest began to speak, I replaced the image of the cross with the video of their confession. I watched their empire crumble from a cracked phone screen, leaving the monsters behind to find a man who would actually burn the world for me.