Mafia's possession

The Mafia’s Embrace

In the dark underbelly of New York City, where loyalty is paramount and betrayal is a death sentence, Isabella Romano finds herself at a deadly crossroads. As a brilliant lawyer determined to steer her mafia family towards legitimacy, she is forced to confront Marco Castellano, the ruthless and charismatic leader of their rival clan. What begins as a mission to negotiate peace spirals into a dangerous dance of seduction and deception. Drawn into a forbidden romance with Marco, Isabella’s heart and loyalties are torn apart. When a shocking revelation about Marco’s father’s death comes to light, she must decide whether to betray her family for love or expose the treachery that threatens to destroy them all.

Family business

In the heart of New York City’s glittering skyline, billionaire CEO Adrian Sterling reigns supreme. Yet, beneath his polished exterior lies a man haunted by loneliness and trust issues. When a chance encounter with Emma Greene, a struggling artist from Brooklyn, ignites an unexpected connection, Adrian finds himself torn between the high-stakes world of corporate power and the simple, profound beauty of genuine love. As they navigate their burgeoning romance, a shadow from Adrian’s past emerges. Victoria Langley, his ruthless ex-fiancée and a formidable corporate rival, threatens to destroy everything he holds dear. Unbeknownst to Adrian, Victoria’s vendetta is driven by a hidden agenda tied to a secret family business, one that could unravel both their empires. Caught in a web of corporate espionage and personal vendettas, Adrian and Emma must uncover the truth before it’s too late. In a world where love and power collide, will they find a way to protect their hearts and their future?

The silent oath

In the shadowy, mystical town of Ravenshade, where werewolves, vampires, and witches coexist under a fragile truce known as the Silent Oath, trouble is brewing. Aria Thornwood, a young healer with untapped magical powers, finds herself at the heart of this brewing storm. Haunted by the mysterious disappearance of her parents, Aria’s quest for answers reveals a sinister plot by the vampire lord Lucien Drake, who seeks to shatter the Silent Oath and plunge Ravenshade into chaos. As Aria delves deeper into her family’s secrets and her own burgeoning abilities, she uncovers shocking truths about the Silent Oath and the hidden connections between her ancestors and Lucien. With the fate of Ravenshade hanging in the balance, Aria must master her powers, forge uneasy alliances, and confront Lucien in a battle that will determine the future of all magical beings. But as the final showdown approaches, Aria is captured and taken to a hidden realm, leaving Ravenshade teetering on the edge of war. Will she return in time to save her home, or will the dark forces of vengeance and ambition destroy everything she holds dear?

The Mafia’s obsession

In the heart of New York City, where the shadows of the mafia stretch long and dark, investigative journalist Clara DeLuca is on a mission to uncover the truth behind her father’s unsolved murder. Her relentless pursuit leads her straight into the lion’s den—the powerful and enigmatic Kai Moretti, the city’s most feared mafia boss. Kai Moretti’s life is a delicate balance of power and control, his every move calculated to protect his empire. But when Clara’s investigation threatens to unravel secrets that could destroy them both, he finds himself drawn into a deadly game of cat and mouse. As Clara and Kai are forced to confront the dark truths of their intertwined pasts, they must navigate a world of betrayal, passion, and ruthless ambition. With enemies closing in and the stakes higher than ever, Clara and Kai must decide whether their fierce attraction is worth the risk—or if it will be their ultimate downfall.

The Gold digger

In the glittering heart of Manhattan, where power and wealth reign supreme, Vivian Knight, a fiercely independent freelance writer, has one goal: secure her future in the elite world of the super-rich. Playing the role of a gold digger, she sets her sights on the ultimate prize—Alexander Wolfe, the commanding CEO of Wolfe Enterprises. Alexander, hardened by betrayals and driven by an unyielding desire to protect his empire, is immediately suspicious of Vivian’s intentions. Their fiery clashes ignite an unexpected attraction, but both are hiding secrets that could destroy them. As Vivian gets closer to uncovering the dark truths of Alexander’s empire for her exposé, she finds herself tangled in a web of passion, deception, and vulnerability. Just as she prepares to reveal her true motives, Alexander’s shocking revelation leaves her questioning everything she thought she knew. In a world where love and ambition collide, who will come out on top?

Luna’s Revenge

In the heart of a modern metropolis lies a hidden world where werewolves walk among humans, their power and influence masked by the façade of corporate empires. Aurora Grey, a fierce and independent businesswoman, has spent years plotting her revenge against Damian Blackwood, the ruthless CEO of LycanCorp and alpha of the city’s werewolf pack. Aurora believes Damian orchestrated her family’s downfall, leaving her with nothing but a burning desire for vengeance. As Aurora infiltrates Damian’s world, her mission becomes entangled with unexpected emotions and shocking revelations. She finds herself drawn to Damian’s commanding presence, even as she uncovers secrets that challenge everything she believed. When a rival alpha emerges, threatening to overthrow Damian and expose the werewolf community, Aurora and Damian must set aside their enmity and join forces. In a tale of passion, power, and redemption, Aurora and Damian’s journey from hatred to love will test their limits and reshape their destinies. But as their enemies close in, will they survive long enough to find the truth and protect their world?

The Discarded Heiress: Marrying My Lethal Husband

The rain in Detroit was slick with grime when my family finally came to fetch me. They didn't want a reunion; they wanted a sacrificial lamb to marry into the Kaufman empire to save their failing business. I thought I was just being sold off, but the limo ride ended under a dark overpass where six hired thugs were waiting with chains. My own sister had ordered them to "break my spirit" so I’d be a shaking, pathetic mess by the time I reached the altar. They called me "Detroit trash" and sprayed air freshener when I sat on their leather seats. My stepmother wanted a video of me begging for my life, and my father was ready to trade me like a used car to a man everyone called a "vegetable." They expected a submissive country girl, unaware that I was a high-level "cleaner" who could snap a radius bone before they could even scream. When I finally reached the Kaufman estate, I found my fiancé, Barron, slumped in a wheelchair, drooling and silent. But as soon as the doors closed, the "invalid" grabbed my wrist with a grip of iron and whispered a command that changed everything. I didn't understand why my own blood was so desperate to see me destroyed. What had I ever done to deserve a hit squad and a forced marriage to a man they thought was a corpse? But Barron isn't a vegetable, and I'm not a victim. We just touched down at the Moon family gala in a matte-black helicopter, and as the doors slide open, the "broken" bride is about to show them exactly what happens when you throw away the wrong daughter. "If we're going to crash a party," Barron whispered, his eyes burning with lethal clarity, "we should make an entrance."

Heartbreak Billionaire: He Should Never Have Let Go

Sunlit hours found their affection glimmering, while moonlit nights ignited reckless desire. But when Brandon learned his beloved might last only half a year, he coolly handed Millie divorce papers, murmuring, "This is all for appearances; we'll get married again once she's calmed down." Millie, spine straight and cheeks dry, felt her pulse go hollow. The sham split grew permanent; she quietly ended their unborn child and stepped into a new beginning. Brandon unraveled, his car tearing down the street, unwilling to let go of the woman he'd discarded, pleading for her to look back just once.

The Billionaire's Cold And Bitter Betrayal

I had just survived a private jet crash, my body a map of violet bruises and my lungs still burning from the smoke. I woke up in a sterile hospital room, gasping for my husband's name, only to realize I was completely alone. While I was bleeding in a ditch, my husband, Adam, was on the news smiling at a ribbon-cutting ceremony. When I tracked him down at the hospital's VIP wing, I didn't find a grieving husband. I found him tenderly cradling his ex-girlfriend, Casie, in his arms, his face lit with a protective warmth he had never shown me as he carried her into the maternity ward. The betrayal went deeper than I could have imagined. Adam admitted the affair started on our third anniversary-the night he claimed he was stuck in London for a merger. Back at the manor, his mother had already filled our planned nursery with pink boutique bags for Casie's "little princess." When I demanded a divorce, Adam didn't flinch. He sneered that I was "gutter trash" from a foster home and that I'd be begging on the streets within a week. To trap me, he froze my bank accounts, cancelled my flight, and even called the police to report me for "theft" of company property. I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was a charity case he had plucked from obscurity to manage his life. To the Hortons, I was just a servant who happened to sleep in the master bedroom, a "resilient" woman meant to endure his abuse in silence while the whole world laughed at the joke that was my marriage. Adam thought stripping me of his money would make me crawl back to him. He was wrong. I walked into his executive suite during his biggest deal of the year and poured a mug of sludge over his original ten-million-dollar contracts. Then, right in front of his board and his mistress, I stripped off every designer thread he had ever paid for until I was standing in nothing but my own silk camisole. "You can keep the clothes, Adam. They're as hollow as you are." I grabbed my passport, turned my back on his billions, and walked out of that glass tower barefoot, bleeding, and finally free.

Love's Sweetest Surprise: From Brokenhearted To Billionaire's Wife

For five years, I believed I was living in a perfect marriage, only to discover it was all a sham! I discovered that my husband was coveting my bone marrow for his mistress! Right in front of me, he sent her flirtatious messages. To make matters worse, he even brought her into the company to steal my work! I finally understood, he never loved me. I stopped pretending, collected evidence of his infidelity, and reclaimed the research he had stolen from me. I signed the divorce papers and left without looking back. He thought I was just throwing a tantrum and would eventually return. But when we met again, I was holding the hand of a globally renowned tycoon, draped in a wedding dress and grinning with confidence. My ex-husband's eyes were red with regret. "Come back to me!" But my new groom wrapped his arm around my waist, and chuckled dismissively, "Get the hell out of here! She's mine now."

The Mad Billionaire's Genius Undercover Wife

I arrived at my uncle’s mansion looking like human trash, clutching a one-way bus ticket and a duffel bag stuffed with old newspaper. My aunt looked at me with pure disgust, as if she could smell the poverty on my skin, but they needed me for one thing: to be a sacrificial lamb. They told me I was getting married to Julian Sterling, a man the elite circles called a violent monster locked in a cage. My uncle forced me to sign away my soul to save their failing fortune, while my cousin Kayla laughed and threw a torn dress at my feet, calling me a "rat from the Rust Belt." At the Sterling estate, the nightmare only deepened. Julian’s stepmother treated me like a horse she was forced to buy, ordering the staff to "burn off" my hair before locking me in the West Wing. I was thrown into a padded cell with a man who lunged at me, his heavy chains rattling against the floor as he roared with an animalistic rage that had already killed two nurses. They thought I was a pathetic, uneducated girl who "didn't read so good." They didn't know I had extorted two million dollars from my uncle before walking out the door, or that I was secretly recording every slap and insult they threw at me for future leverage. I huddled in the corner of that dark cell, letting them watch me tremble on the security feeds. I let Julian’s sister strike me with a riding crop and splash water in my face, playing the role of the clumsy, sobbing idiot to perfection. But the moment the cameras looped, the scared girl vanished. I pinned the "monster" to the floor, cut the neural tracking chip out of his neck with a hidden scalpel, and whispered into his ear as his blue eyes finally cleared. They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter. They had no idea they were sending a wolf to hunt a beast.

Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable

My five-year-old daughter was dying in the ICU, her heartbeat replaced by the continuous, electronic scream of a flatline. I gripped her cold hand, my throat sealed shut by a terror so absolute I couldn't even cry out. I dialed my husband Grayson's private number, the one reserved only for me and his assistants. He declined the call instantly. A second later, a text buzzed against my palm: "In a meeting. Do not disturb. Stop calling." Five miles away, Grayson was at a luxury gala, adjusting his silk tie and laughing with Belle Escobar. He told her I was just being "dramatic" and using our daughter's "fever" as an excuse to avoid the event. He had no idea Effie's heart had already stopped. When I finally reached our penthouse, soaked from the rain and carrying Effie's small socks in a plastic bag, Grayson didn't even look at me. He snapped at me for ruining the hardwood floors and asked if I'd left Effie with the nanny just to "feel sorry for myself." Three days later, while I buried our daughter in a small, lonely ceremony, Grayson was at the Hamptons. Belle posted a photo of him golfing with the caption: "A mental health day with the boys." He didn't even attend the funeral, but he returned home demanding I clear out Effie's room to make a study for Belle's son. The injustice burned through me until there was nothing left. I swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, desperate to join my daughter. But instead of the darkness, I woke up to blinding lights and the scent of Grayson's expensive cologne. I was standing in a ballroom, wearing a blue silk dress I had already burned. Above me, a banner read: "Happy 5th Birthday Kaiden & Effie." I was back, exactly one year before the tragedy. This time, I wasn't going to be the grieving wife. I was going to be their worst nightmare.