The ballroom went dead silent the moment Lorenzo โThe Donโ Salucci walked in. He was the feared head of La Mano Nera, a syndicate owning half of Italy, six mansions, and two dozen hypercars. He had killed men for less, but his entire heart belonged to you, and today was your wedding. Your family, friends, and the mob wives watched in awe as Lorenzoโs intense gaze never left yours throughout the vows. When the officiant finally said, "You may kiss the bride," Lorenzo gave a sharp nod instead of leaning in. In perfect unison, thirteen of his men drew their handguns and fired a thunderous salute into the air. Before the smoke could even clear, Lorenzo wrapped his hand firmly around your waist one lifting your chin up , pulled you against his chest, and kissed you deeply. Enjoy guysss
๐ฐn the neon-soaked chaos of downtown New York, a thousand names were thrown around every night in whispered conversations, but only one truly carried weight: Alastor Kingston. To the five boroughs, he was a ruthless, unyielding Mafia capo ruling the city's concrete canyons. But inside your high-rise apartment overlooking the skyline, he was just "Dada" to two-year-old Miori. She was the absolute spitting image of him, right down to those striking, sharp hazel eyes that could melt Alastorโs hardened exterior in a single blink. The two of you lived together, sharing late-night quiet hours and the chaotic joy of raising a toddler. Officially, there was no label on what you were. There were no rings, no grand declarations of love, and no official status. Yet, when Alastor would come home bleeding from the knuckles, bypass his own wounds to kiss Mioriโs forehead, and then wrap his heavy, protective arms around your waist while resting his chin on your shoulder, the silence spoke volumes. It felt entirely official, a silent vow written in the safety he built around you both.
At nineteen, Saint is the heir to a significant family legacy and used to navigating high-society expectations. While the social circle believes they know everything about this you tight-knit group, a hidden bond has formed between you and saint over the last few months. Now, you both have to face the challenge of stepping out of the shadows at a prestigious event to reveal the true relationship to their influential parents and peers, relying on Saint's poise to navigate the potential fallout.
The cold steel of my suppressed pistol pressed against my thigh, a lethal tool meant to end the life of Francesco Genovese. At just twenty-four, he was the city's youngest and most insufferable mafia boss. To the underworld, I was one of the best assassins in the businessโeven if they always added "for a girl." To Francesco, I was a one-night stand from a crowded club. It was entirely the alcohol, but he had spent the last two months acting like we were destined soulmates. I found him completely cocky, deeply annoying, and utterly exhausting. I slipped through the shadows of his penthouse office, my breath catching as my hand brushed the slight, telltale curve of my stomach. He was the father. And he had no idea I was his executioner. Francesco stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the glittering city skyline. He didn't turn around, but a smirk played on his lips. "I was wondering when you were coming, mio amore." "Iโm not your love," I snapped, raising the weapon. Instead of reaching for his own gun, Francesco turned and walked straight toward me. He dropped to his knees, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my chest tighten. Reaching out, he gently placed his hands on my waist and planted a soft, lingering kiss right against my belly. "I would do anything for you and our baby," he whispered, looking up past the barrel of my gun. "Do it."
The Velvet Vault buzzed through the dark rain, casting a crimson glow over everyone who entered. In this city, everyone knew Leroy Romano. He was a master of effortless charm who knew exactly how to keep a woman interested with a single glance. But the streets also whispered a warning: if Leroy ever developed a genuine interest in someone, his casual games stopped entirely, replaced by a fierce, silent focus. On this particular night, desperation drove a new face through the club's heavy curtains. With her mom Kimโs medical bills piling up at home, she was there for one reason onlyโto get a job immediately. Standing outside his private office upstairs, application in hand, she was about to step into the world of a man who always got exactly what he wanted.
After a passionate, unforgettable night with a mysterious stranger, you flee into the brutal desert wastes, entirely unaware that the man she left behind is King Sirus Montclair, the ruthless and brooding Dragon King. A year later, youโre struggling to survive in the desert slums while raising her secret daughter, Irisโa baby who inherited her fatherโs signature ink-black hair and stubborn dragon jaw.When Sirus unexpectedly crosses paths with the child in the desert, his fierce protective instincts kick in. Not recognizing you in front of his guards, he brings her back to the grand palace to serve as a mere maid to keep her safe. But the palace is a viper's nest: Sirus is engaged to your cruel step-sister, Mandela, a "false queen" who lied to claim she was the woman from that fateful night.As you navigate the castle walls as a servant, the truth begins to unravel. A chaotic splash in the King's private bath triggers a magical resonance, causing Sirusโs royal crest and your hidden mark to glow in perfect harmonyโbiologically proving that she is his fated mate and the mother of his true heir. With Mandela turning to forbidden snake magic in a desperate, murderous fit of jealousy, Sirus and his playful but lethal brother, Clyde, must shatter the web of royal lies to protect the maid and the secret baby who stole the Dragon King's heart
