

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?"

Just a moment ago, after nearly bleeding to death, I gave the Rossi family their heir. But my husband, Carter, the Rossi's underboss, let his confidante, Sofia, film me giving birth just because she said she was bored. She captured everything: me losing control of my body, my screams, my face twisted in agony. Afterward, she took screenshots, turned them into memes, and passed them around a private group chat for the family's inner circle. Through the door of my hospital room, I could hear Sofia's wild laughter. "Carter, this is the best entertainment all year. You always know just what I want." "But Sloane's going to throw a fit when she wakes up and sees it." The anesthesia hadn't worn off yet. My eyelids were heavy, and through the haze, I heard Carter's usual, nonchalant tone. "She won't get really mad. You know Sloane. She always does what I tell her." "I'll just have to sweet-talk her a little. Besides, with the heir here now, she wouldn't leave me." My fingers, hidden beneath the silk sheets, clenched into a fist. My mind flooded with everything I had given up for him over the years. Carter had probably forgotten who made him the man who runs these streets. Since you love games so much, I'll play a real one with you. The day I walk away, you will all regret it.

Tessa is forced to become a substitute bride for Matteo, the ruthless heir to a powerful Mafia family. After one night together, she discovers she's pregnant with triplets and disappears without a trace. Five months later, she learns that the father of her babies is not only the most feared Mafia king in the underworld, but also the billionaire CEO of a global empire. When they meet again, everyone expects revenge. Instead, Matteo is determined to claim his family. But can Tessa trust the man she once feared?

Elvira, an ordinary young woman, had secretly loved Alessio, heir to the Argento family, an old-line Las Vegas mafia clan, for five years. Urged by her best friend Bianca—Alessio’s adopted sister and an orphan of unknown origin—she married him in a whirlwind. It was only after three years of marriage that she discovered her husband truly loved his adopted sister Bianca, and that he had married a low-born girl like her merely as a cover for this shameful forbidden love. Heartbroken, Elvira quietly had Alessio sign the divorce papers with his own hands and left for Switzerland. A year later, she returned to Las Vegas as the chief jewelry appraiser of the Geneva International Auction House. The family heir who had once looked down on everyone had by then been expelled from the family and was fighting for survival in underground boxing rings. He approached her again and again, confessed his remorse, and even threw himself in front of an out-of-control car to protect her—but she never looked back.

Mafia Don Cesare slaughters Helena's fiancé and family on her wedding day, forcing her into a hellish marriage. For seven years, Helena endures his cruel obsession until she fakes her death and flees pregnant. But when Cesare hunts her down, the bloody truth shatters everything she ever believed...

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?"

After being betrayed and killed by her fiancé Marcus and stepsister, Athena is reborn on the day she must choose her future husband. Instead of picking Marcus she shocks everyone by choosing his mafia uncle—the man she’s always called Uncle Alex. As her ex is slapped with the truth and their forbidden desire ignites, is this her sweetest revenge… or her most dangerous temptation?

Nova wakes from her first wet dream to a nightmare—her boyfriend cheating with her bully. Then Andre, the mafia boy wearing scars and tenderness she’s never known, steps out of the shadows to save her—and claim her heart.

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.

Every April Fools’ Day, Wilson Hale and Chloe Mercer turned our anniversary into a joke. A fake proposal. A trick ring. A room full of laughter. And every year, Wilson was sure I loved him too much to leave. This year, cake cream slid down my face, my ring hit the marble floor, and he still smiled like I would forgive him by morning. He forgot one thing. I was not Vivian Gray, the lonely girl with nowhere to go. I was Vivian Vescari, daughter of the most feared mafia family on the East Coast. I had left that world because I wanted to be loved before anyone knew my name. For six years, I thought Wilson was that man. Then I learned even his first confession had been an April Fools’ bet. So I stopped being the joke. I went home.