

I'm a killer who accidentally sleeps with a mafia boss twice. The first time, I walk away without saying anything, leaving behind nothing but a note and a bank card. "Fantastic night. Thanks." The second time, he lands himself at the top of the killer hit list and has a sky-high bounty placed on him. Later, he traps me in his room as I fade in and out of consciousness, drowning in his presence. He holds my hand and aims my gun at himself with a chuckle. "You're shaking so badly. Can you even keep your gun steady?"

Last night I received notice that the Family was cutting me loose. The explanation was flimsy: my thinking was outdated, I refused to modernize, and I was seriously obstructing the Family's expansion. That morning, my fiance stopped me in the corridor, his expression icy. "Kelly was right. Someone as stubborn and inflexible as you only holds the Family back. "And don't blame me for cutting you. You offended someone you shouldn't have." Kelly leaned against the railing, surrounded by her men, and watched me with a smug smile. She was the Don's own niece. Two weeks earlier, she had been parachuted in to take over the Family's core operations, using reform as an excuse to purge every elder. At the Family meeting yesterday, I rejected her reckless expansion plan in front of everyone. Kelly shot me a cold glance from the crowd, contempt sharpening her voice. "Certain old relics who can't move with the times outlived their usefulness long ago. Clinging to power only drags the whole Family down. "If you know what's good for you, get out." My expression remained unreadable. Without a word, I signed the papers withdrawing from the Family. What she didn't know was that I had never needed to stay in this Family. Someone had begged me to stay and hold it together. Then I posted on Instagram. "I have left the Family. I look forward to seeing what comes next." The moment the post went live, the entire underworld erupted.

My father was Enzo Moretti, the godfather of one of New York’s most powerful mafia families. And I was his princess—his most cherished treasure. He hid me from his world to protect me, but he didn’t want me left alone, so he arranged a marriage for me. The groom was Leon Scott—the son of New York’s richest man. Handsome, loaded, and a rising star in the business world. On paper, he was perfect. For our wedding, my father had a custom gown flown in from a designer in Milan. Today was my fitting appointment. When I walked into the bridal boutique, my heart stopped. Nicole Hill, Leon’s childhood sweetheart, was wearing my wedding dress. When she saw me, a smug little smile curled her lips. Then she grabbed a cheap white polyester bridesmaid’s dress from the table and shoved it into my arms. “Put this on,” she said, lifting her chin like she owned the place. “You can wear this for the ceremony.” I looked down at the flimsy fabric in my hands, then back up at her. My voice dropped low. “I’m the soon-to-be bride. And you’re telling me to wear this?” She let out a laugh, sharp and mean. “Just do what you’re told and don’t make this difficult. Leon already gave the word. I’m walking down the aisle in your place. And you? You just stand there like a good little bridesmaid and go through the motions.” For a few seconds, I couldn’t speak. Then I pulled out my phone and dialed Leon’s number. It rang twice before he picked up. “Leon, about Nicole taking my place at the altar. Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”

On mob heiress Luna's wedding day, her groom bails, making her the city's joke. But a poor guy named Liam, who crashed the wrong wedding, proposes on the spot, and she says yes. She hides her underworld boss identity and spoils him rotten, thinking she married an ordinary man. Until their rival crashes their wedding, and his trillionaire heir's mask shatters. A marriage where both are hiding their true selves spirals completely out of control!

Evan is the pampered, powerful lover of the terrifying Visconti mafia boss—but he's secretly a federal operative hiding a deadly agenda. Infiltrating the mob to avenge his parents' murder, Evan plays a dangerous game of seduction. He shares power with the ruthless boss, strings along a violently obsessed enforcer who defies orders just to touch him, and wrestles with his golden-boy ex who refuses to let him go. Taming three lethal men like an elite dog handler, Evan manipulates their lust and loyalty to uncover the truth. But when a shocking reality is finally revealed, who is the master, and who is the prey?

Mia Falcone, the Don’s daughter, gave up everything for Leo Romano after he took three bullets to save her. For seven years, she lived in secrecy as his wife, raising their son without a name. After Leo’s brother died, his widow, Jasmine Moretti, returned, and Leo chose her and ambition over blood. When the humiliation threatens her son, Ethan, Mia walks away and returns to her true identity. As Leo desperately tries to win back the woman he lost, Mia teaches him a fatal lesson: he didn’t just break a heart—he declared war on the wrong bloodline.

Lila returns from studying abroad to find her mother and brother killed by her stepfather Leo’s enemies; Leo then sells her to the mafia, where she suffers imprisonment and abuse. Escaping, she accidentally crashes into mafia leader Arthur’s car. Arthur initially suspects her as a spy but is gradually drawn to her, saving her repeatedly—they develop feelings and become intimate. Lila reveals Leo’s men’s betrayal and her ordeal, and Arthur resolves to avenge her. On Arthur’s wedding day, Leo kidnaps and drugs Lila, forcing her to shoot Arthur. Arthur is shot but rescues her; his father later sends Lila away with money and a ticket, unaware she is pregnant. Six years later, Lila raises their daughter Elena alone while running a bakery. One stormy night, the wounded Arthur collapses at her door; upon reunion, he notices Elena’s resemblance to him, presses for the truth, and they are tangled again by their past and lingering feelings.

Back home in Sicily, there’s a rule. If I’m not married by 30, I go back for an arranged marriage. When I told my boyfriend, Jax, he scoffed. "What century is your hometown stuck in? The Middle Ages? Arranged marriages? Alessia, I said I'd marry you. Stop trying to force my hand with this pathetic drama." He casually pulled out a pigeon-blood ruby ring and tossed it to his personal assistant, Bianca. She caught it, blushing. "I was going to propose tonight. But since you’re so desperate, I think we both need to cool off." The ring I’d waited years for. He just threw it to someone else. My heart froze over. Jax walked out of my office with a conqueror's smirk. Bianca pushed the ring toward me. I didn't even look at it. "Take it. It’s your size, isn't it?" The color drained from her face. I shoved her out the door. Right before I slammed it shut, I said, "Tell your boss we're done." He didn't know the "elders" forcing me into this marriage were led by the most ruthless Godfather in Sicily. And the "blind date" was an arranged union with the Don of the North American Five Families.

To inherit her family's fortune, Cynthia must marry into the ruthless Costa mafia dynasty. A reckless one-night stand turns into her worst nightmare — he's her boyfriend's father. Betrayed by her lover and best friend, she enters a marriage of revenge... only to fall hopelessly for the dangerous man she swore to use. Passion, betrayal, and a mafia empire collide.

A family conspiracy put Molly’s life in danger, but mafia boss Jack helped her survive and rise from the ashes. Little did they know, a greater conspiracy was awaiting them...