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In Love With The Mafia Lord

In Love With The Mafia Lord

"Aliya..." Jordan growled, his deep, masculine voice sending shivers down my spine. My heart skipped a beat as his words wrapped around me like a cold, unforgiving vice. My legs trembled beneath me, the pain from yesterday's injuries forgotten in the face of fear. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, urging me to flee. With a Herculean effort, I stumbled out of the room, my broken legs protesting every step. 'F**k off,' I cursed, defying the one person I knew I shouldn't - Jordan Black. He's a monster. He's not someone I should have met in the first place. "Come back here, Aliya," he growled, his voice dripping with malice. I gritted my teeth, determined to escape. "Take one more step, and you're dead tonight," he snarled, his threat sending shivers down my spine. Despite his ominous warning, I pushed forward, gripping the wall for support. My heart raced as I feared he'd soon catch up. "I'd provoked the monster himself, and now I'd face the consequences." But I had to try; I had to break free from his suffocating grasp. "I'll make sure you regret your existence, Aliya," Jordan bellowed, his footsteps closing in. "Jordan, don't come any closer! Leave me the f**k alone!" I screamed, but my weak limbs betrayed me, and I crashed to the floor. With every last ounce of strength, I crawled into my room and grasped the door knob, ready to slam it shut in his face. But Jordan was relentless, kicking the door with such force that the wood splintered into pieces. I screamed in shock, and before I knew it, I was thrown onto the bed. Breathing heavily, I turned to face the wicked man standing over me, his eyes blazing with fury. "By nightfall Liya, you'll wish you never crossed me."
The Mafias Obsession

The Mafias Obsession

☠️EXCERPT☠️ "The Deadline of the Loan is today" A woman cries to her husband in fear "I will try to explain to him to give us more time" The husband bites his nails saying this "You know how ruthless the Fernandez are" The woman says hitting her husband on the head "Should we just run till we get the money?" The woman asks and the husband kept quiet contemplating "Get Elsa and pack a few things" The husband says and the woman ran up the stairs to little Elsa room "Mommy Mommy ,come see my drawing" 5 year old Elsa says to her mom smiling but the woman mind was far away from Elsa words "Baby where's your pink bag?" The woman asks scattering the room searching for it "But Mom, I said you should come see my dra..." Elsa was cut off by her mom "Shit up Elsa and show me your pink bag" The woman shouts in anxiety and fear, Elsa pouts as tears builds in her eyes as she pointed under her bed The woman rushes there and tales the pink bag stuffing some few clothes in it quickly, her husband comes to the door "Hurry" He says and The woman hurriedly zipped Elsa's bag and pulls Elsa with her as they all rushed downstairs "Load the bags" The woman gave the bag to her husband who quickly loaded it into the boot The woman put Elsa into the car and does the seat belt before joining her husband in the front He inserts the car key and ignites it before zooming off, The woman fear began decreasing as she sighs in relief "Mommy where are we going?" Elsa asks playing with her doll "Somewhere safe baby, Somewhere safe" The woman answers and Elsa nodded Soon after they were on the road, they crossed and entered a silent road path, no cars were seen their neither were people. Thier car was soon counter attacked by 3 other cars "Oh My God, they found us" The woman said in fear as her heart began to palpitate Her husband hands became sweaty on the steering wheel as he stared at a figure which stepped down one of the cars The figure was Eduardo Fernandez, one of the richest Business man in the whole of Italy at the age of 50 , in the outside world he was a business man but in the inside worl, be owned one of the biggest Mafia clan name Tigers Clan "Well Well Well, if it isn't the Dobardo family" Eduardo says with a cold deep voice with his one eye patch and a customized walking stick Mr Dobardo steps out the car going on his knees "Please give us a little time, well..." Mr Dobardo was cut off by Eduardo "What makes you think you could run and hide?" Eduardo asks with Venom in his voice and Mr Dobardo grew shut "No we weren't..." A bullet went straight into Mr Dobardo right eyes as blood ran down it and he scream in pain "Arghhhh" Mrs Dobardo had moved to the backseat and was currently covering Elsa's ear and eyes, she flinches when she saw the scene as tears rolled down her eyes "Where's your beautiful daughter and wife?" Eduardo asks signalling to Rocco, his personal bodyguard Rocco gets the sign and walks to Mr Dobardo car and drags Elsa and Mrs Dobardo out "Mommy" Elsa cries and Mr Dobardo rushes to her after they had been thrown on the ground "Let me give you this as a warning" Eduardo says and shot Mr Dobardo right leg "Arghhhhh" Mr Dobardo shouts in agony and Pain Elsa peeked from behind her mom and locked eyes with Eduardo Eduardo glances at Elsa and smirks "Infact, there's a way to escape this debt" He says with a lustful smirk "Ho..oow?" Mrs Dobardo asks in fear holding Elsa tight "Your daughter can be used as a collateral, as a gift for my grand son, the next heir to the Mafia clan" He says and Mrs Dobardo gasps "No you can't...." A gunshot went straight into Mr Debardo forehead rendering him dead "Daddy No" Elsa cries "Any thing else to say" Eduardo asks and No sound was heard "Good I'll be back on the day of her 18th birthday" Eduardo says and entered his car and soon all entered and they drove off Mrs Dobardo crawls to Mr Dobardo crying profusely "Mommy what's wrong with daddy?" Elsa asks looking at her mom's crying face "Daddy went to meet God early baby" Mrs Debardo says and stands starting to drag Mr Dobardo into the boot of the car She successfully did so and zooms off going home ••••• What will happen when Elsa's 18th birthday comes around? What mysteries will she unlock in the clan? Read to find out!!!
The Civilian Bride Is The Underworld Boss

The Civilian Bride Is The Underworld Boss

On the night I was to consummate my vows with the heir to the Vitiello mafia empire, his childhood sweetheart tipped a pail of hissing cockroaches into my bathwater. My new husband, Cassius, just stood in the doorway, arranging a wager with his soldiers on the exact minute my mind would splinter. He coldly announced that our marriage certificate was a forgery, and that a bloodless civilian like me could never sit beside him. "You are only a pretty distraction, a temporary toy meant to be passed around my loyal men," he sneered. Bianca slapped me across the face, her diamond ring drawing blood, before ordering the men to dump a massive glass jar of hundreds of frenzied roaches into the tub. The soldiers surged forward like starving animals, leering at my exposed, wet body, ready to drag me out and tear me apart. Cassius merely smoked his cigar, fully sanctioning my violation and telling me to curse my own low birth. I stared at the man I had expended every hidden connection and resource to keep alive during the bloody succession wars. I had given him everything to secure his seat, only to be discarded the second I outlived my usefulness. They thought I was just a fragile canary with no moves left on the board. They didn't know I was the hidden Boss of the Romano Famiglia, the ruthless Don who controlled the entire Eastern Seaboard. I wiped the dirty bathwater from my face, shed my civilian disguise, and gave the kill order to my tactical strike team waiting in the shadows.
The Billionaire's Regret, The Heiress's Revenge

The Billionaire's Regret, The Heiress's Revenge

I knew my husband, Alessandro De Luca, was the Don of the most powerful Famiglia on the East Coast. What I didn't know was that our five-year marriage was built on another woman's grave. On our anniversary, I found his hidden safe. The code wasn't our wedding date or our birthdays. It was August 14th—the day his first love, Isabella, lost her family. Inside was a shrine to her: photos, dried flowers, and a love letter promising her a "castle in the clouds." There was nothing of me, not a single trace of the five years I'd given him. When he found me, he crushed her locket in his fist and threw it all into the fireplace. "Are you done now?" he asked, as if my heartbreak was a tantrum. He offered a trip to Sicily to "fix" this, then sneered that I had nothing without his name or money. But it was worse than that. He brought Isabella back, gave her my position at the charity I built, and paraded her at our annual gala, publicly claiming her as his own. He humiliated me in front of our entire world, siding with her after she staged a scene to make me look jealous and unhinged. He roared at me, "Caterina, what the hell is your problem?" while he comforted her. So I showed him. I walked over, poured a glass of champagne over his head in front of everyone, and said, "That is my problem." Then I walked out of the ballroom, out of his life, and sent him the separation papers. This wasn't a fight for his love anymore. It was war.
The Biker's Mistake: Return Of The Heiress

The Biker's Mistake: Return Of The Heiress

For four years, I secretly poured my family's trust fund into the Schwartz MC, acting as the President's Old Lady and the club's private ATM. But when Daryl returned from his cross-state run, he didn't come back alone. He brought home a blonde mistress and a four-year-old boy with his exact same gray eyes. "She gave me an heir. From today on, she is the official Old Lady of this chapter." He expected me to step down to a shared club girl, demanding I stay in the grease pit to tune their bikes and pay their bills. When I cut off their vendor accounts and demanded my millions back, his family showed their true, parasitic colors. Daryl and his mother locked me inside my own heavily reinforced workshop. Through the ventilation shaft, I heard them plotting their sickening next move. They couldn't kill me because they needed my wealth and my engine patents to survive on the highway. Instead, they planned to slip tranquilizers into my water, force Daryl on me, and get me pregnant so I would be legally tied to him forever. "A woman with a baby never walks away," his mother sneered. They thought locking me in the dark would break my spirit and turn me into their obedient slave. But they had no idea they had locked me inside a fully stocked chemical armory. I grabbed the high-grade racing oxidizers and industrial solvents from my workbench. They wanted a private party tonight, so I was going to make sure they never forgot the fire.
Pampered By The Ruthless Mafia Boss

Pampered By The Ruthless Mafia Boss

I was a top medical prodigy with a bright future and a loving fiancé, until my mother's heart failed and she desperately needed life-saving treatments. But my own father refused to pay the $12,000 medical bill. Instead, my fiancé kicked me out of our shared home to marry my stepsister Sabrina, and my father used his money to buy her a brand-new Porsche. I later discovered the horrifying truth. My father had deliberately framed my medical mentor, completely destroying my career, just to get a half-million-dollar payout from the Russian mob to clear his gambling debts. He traded my future and my mother's life for a luxury car and a lavish wedding for his stepdaughter. Left with absolutely nothing, I was forced to sell my silence and become a governess for New York's most ruthless mafia Don just to keep my mother alive. Sabrina even sent me a cheap, scratchy bridesmaid dress, demanding I stand behind her at the altar to watch her marry my ex. "You need to stand behind me in a cheap dress and watch me win. Because if you don't, Father will cut off your mother's life support." They thought they had crushed me into the dirt, expecting me to be their submissive victim forever. But they didn't know the terrifying mafia king had already handed me the irrefutable evidence of their crimes. On the day of the wedding, I threw that cheap dress in the trash, put on a custom black haute couture gown, and walked into the grand ballroom on the arm of the Don. ---