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Owned by the Mafia King
Mafia Isabella Romano is forced into marriage with Dante Moretti, the ruthless and feared Mafia King of Italy, to save her family from financial and political ruin. From the start, Dante makes it clear that she is nothing but his possession, a pawn in his dangerous world. Their marriage is cold, filled with tension and unspoken desire, as Isabella struggles to adjust to a life surrounded by guns, blood, and secrets. She resents him but is drawn to him, and despite his cruel exterior, Dante protects her fiercely, showing rare glimpses of vulnerability that confuse her heart.
Their attraction grows, a slow burn turning into fiery passion, but Dante fights his feelings, convinced that love is weakness. Meanwhile, danger closes in as a failed assassination attempt makes Dante suspect a traitor inside his own family. The situation worsens when Rossi, a dangerous rival with a personal vendetta against Dante, targets Isabella, kidnapping her to lure Dante into a trap. Dante unleashes his most ruthless side, killing anyone who stands in his way, and rescues her in a bloody showdown. Rossi dies, but before his last breath, he reveals that someone very close to Dante was helping him.
The betrayal shakes the Moretti empire. Dante begins a merciless hunt for the traitor while growing more protective and possessive of Isabella. She, once a pawn, starts proving her strength, standing up to Dante and even helping him uncover secrets. Their bond deepens, breaking down Dante's emotional walls, though he still refuses to openly admit love. The truth finally explodes when the traitor is revealed to be Marco, Dante's own cousin, who has allied with a rival mafia family to take the throne.
Marco kidnaps Isabella, forcing Dante to choose between surrendering his empire or losing her. Instead of bowing to the betrayal, Dante declares war, igniting a brutal mafia conflict that leaves cities burning and bodies falling. Through the chaos, Isabella refuses to remain a helpless hostage-her courage and intelligence help Dante turn the tables on his enemies. Their love, once forbidden and hidden, becomes a powerful weapon as Dante finally admits he cannot live without her.
In the final war, Dante kills Marco in a violent showdown, reclaiming his position as the undisputed Mafia King. With his enemies destroyed and his empire stronger than ever, he openly claims Isabella not just as his wife, but as his queen. Their love, born from fire and blood, seals their reign over the criminal underworld. And in his final vow to her, Dante promises that no one will ever dare touch what belongs to him again. You might like
The Dons Forbidden Wife
Missese I was discarded the moment my husband gained power.
Divorced, Humiliated and left with nothing...while my mother lay dying.
Serena Black believed loyalty and sacrifice would be enough to secure her place beside Antonio Romano. Instead, she discovers she was only ever a stepping stone. He replaces her with a pregnant woman claiming to be the legendary Black family heiress and erases Serena from his life without mercy.
Broken and desperate, Serena's fall should have ended there.
Instead, it places her directly in the path of Dante Romano,the ruthless Don of the Romano Mafia empire, and the father of the man who destroyed her. Cold, powerful, and untouchable, Dante recognizes something no one else does: the scar on Serena's neck, and the truth it might hide.
A contract marriage binds them together.
Protection for obedience. Revenge for her name.
But as secrets surface and bloodlines are questioned, Serena realizes she may not be the powerless woman everyone believes her to be. And Dante finds himself risking his empire for a woman he was never meant to touch.
In a world ruled by violence and betrayal, one wrong choice could cost her life...
Or crown her the most dangerous queen the mafia has ever known.
The Underboss's Wife, Now His Queen
Hydro Therapy I stood outside my husband's study, the perfect mafia wife, only to hear him mocking me as an "ice sculpture" while he entertained his mistress, Aria.
But the betrayal went deeper than infidelity.
A week later, my saddle snapped mid-jump, leaving me with a shattered leg. Lying in the hospital bed, I overheard the conversation that killed the last of my love.
My husband, Alessandro, knew Aria had sabotaged my gear. He knew she could have killed me.
Yet, he told his men to let it go. He called my near-death experience a "lesson" because I had bruised his mistress's ego.
He humiliated me publicly, freezing my accounts to buy family heirlooms for her. He stood by while she threatened to leak our private tapes to the press.
He destroyed my dignity to play the hero for a woman he thought was a helpless orphan.
He had no idea she was a fraud.
He didn't know I had installed micro-cameras throughout the estate while he was busy pampering her.
He didn't know I had hours of footage showing his "innocent" Aria sleeping with his guards, his rivals, and even his staff, laughing about how easy he was to manipulate.
At the annual charity gala, in front of the entire crime family, Alessandro demanded I apologize to her.
I didn't beg. I didn't cry.
I simply connected my drive to the main projector and pressed play. 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 Abandoned Heiress Is A Secret Zillionaire
Zaccaria Linn Seventeen years after going missing, Brooklyn was finally brought back to her ultra-wealthy biological family.
But instead of a tearful reunion, her parents and sisters treated her like infectious garbage, mocking her cheap clothes and calling her a country bumpkin.
They dumped her into a remedial class to hide her away, cut off her allowance, and threatened to lock down her trust fund to force her into absolute submission.
One night, Brooklyn stood in the shadows of the estate and overheard a conversation that shattered everything.
She hadn't wandered off as a child.
Her parents had deliberately thrown her away because a fake fortune teller claimed her birth chart was a jinx to the family's wealth.
They felt zero remorse, only plotting to banish her again the moment she turned eighteen.
Her biological father thought he was putting a leash on a helpless, uneducated girl by cutting off her pocket change.
He had no idea that Brooklyn was the anonymous VIP who casually dropped sixty million dollars on an emerald at the city's most exclusive auction.
He didn't know she was the elusive medical genius that the world's most powerful billionaires were currently tearing the city apart to find.
The last microscopic shred of hope for a family withered into cold ash in her chest.
"Lock down my trust fund?"
She pulled out her encrypted phone and activated her shadow networks, severing herself entirely from their pathetic surveillance.
Since they believed she was a jinx, she was going to show them exactly what a real curse looked like. Contract With The Devil: Love In Shackles
Dorine Koestler I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved.
He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, and tapped his screen again.
"Done," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.
That was Dante Moretti. The Underboss. A man who could smell a lie from a mile away but couldn't see that his wife had just handed him an annulment decree disguised beneath a stack of mundane logistics reports.
For three years, I scrubbed his blood out of his shirts. I saved his family's alliance when his ex, Sofia, ran off with a civilian.
In return, he treated me like furniture.
He left me in the rain to save Sofia from a broken nail. He left me alone on my birthday to drink champagne on a yacht with her. He even handed me a glass of whiskey—her favorite drink—forgetting that I despised the taste.
I was merely a placeholder. A ghost in my own home.
So, I stopped waiting. I burned our wedding portrait in the fireplace, left my platinum ring in the ashes, and boarded a one-way flight to San Francisco.
I thought I was finally free. I thought I had escaped the cage.
But I underestimated Dante.
When he finally opened that file weeks later and realized he had signed away his wife without looking, the Reaper didn't accept defeat.
He burned down the world to find me, obsessed with reclaiming the woman he had already thrown away. You Cannot Afford Me Now,Fabiano
Jun Wen Tomorrow, I am supposed to walk down the aisle and marry the most lethal mafia boss on the East Coast. But right now, I am trapped inside a locked glass conservatory.
His childhood friend turned on the industrial ceiling sprinklers, laughing as the cold water rapidly filled the room.
She knew about my crippling phobia of drowning. I looked through the glass at my fiancé, Fabiano, begging him to save me.
Instead of helping, he just leaned against the terrace railing, sipping his bourbon while his men recorded my terror on their phones.
“Stop making a scene and embarrassing me,” he warned through the intercom, annoyed by my panic.
Then, his childhood friend smiled and whispered a truth that froze my blood.
“I didn't just guess your little phobia. Fabiano gave it to me.”
For three years, I laundered his dirty money, secured his legitimate supply chains, and loved him with my life.
I had confided my deepest trauma to him in the dark, and he had turned it into a parlor game for his mistress.
How could the man who promised to be my shield watch me drown without an ounce of pity?
The fear of the rising water was suddenly burned away by a cold, clarifying rage.
I picked up a heavy iron stand, smashed the bulletproof glass with my bleeding hands, and triggered my private tactical team.
Since he thought I was just a disposable accountant, I would show him what happens when you cross the woman who actually owns his empire. 
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