What Historical Context Does 'Are Italians White?' Cover?

*If you start this obsession… you won’t escape it either.* Eva Voss was never supposed to fall in love with Adrian Moretti. He was Terror and Danger itself, leader of the gangs and the kind of man who didn’t ask twice. For three years, she belonged to him in secret as his lover. In exchange, he saved her mother’s life. And Eva… gave him everything, her time, her body and eventually… her heart. But the contract ends, and the moment it did, Adrian Moretti ended her too. He discarded her like she had never meant anything. And when she came to tell him she was carrying his children… She found him in bed with the same woman who had tried to destroy her. Broken and used, Eva disappeared for three years. She’s no longer the girl who waited for him, she is a mother. Until Adrian Moretti walks back into her life. At her movie premiere. Watching her like she still belongs to him. Now he wants her back. But Eva is no longer the woman he broke. She has dangerous secrets now and a past she buried deep enough to survive. So when he comes closer…the only question left is Will she run again, or finally make the man who destroyed her, pay for everything he took?

“…Should anyone here know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace." "I do!" A sharp voice bombed the church. Frowning, I turned my head toward the owner of the voice who dared to object to My wedding. And there He stood. My vicious rival. The man I hate the most. The Pakhan of Bratva! Aleksandr Fedorov. "On what ground do you object?" The priest demanded. My face was turning red in anger while He smirked with his eyes set on mine. "Because this bride is already married to me.” I blinked up at him. Married to him!? What the hell was He saying! ***************************** No one knows that it's a fake marriage. A contract marriage to fulfil the last condition of taking over Cosa Nostra. I didn't hear what the Priest was saying, nor did I pay attention to my groom. The white wedding gown was the last step for my crown. I, Aria Salvatore Knight, was going to be the first female Capo dei capi. The one who was going to make history in the world of organised crime. But my hopes and dreams died because of him. My reputation was shattered because of him. He made me a joke in Cosa Nostra and now it's his turn to pay for his sins. Love, betrayal, killing, conspiracy, suffering whatever it costs, Aria knight was determined to become the first Female capo of Cosa Nostra. It has been her aim since her childhood. But what would happen when she was rewarded with the unwanted title of something on her head too, which would create big havoc in Cosa Nostra? The Bratva Queen! Well, Let's dive into the bloody story of the Ice Princess and the Merciless Monster.

Fiorella Santelli is an 18-year-old virgin and innocent; she grew up in an Italian Mafia family, protected by her father Giuseppe Santelli, the most powerful Don; he kept Fiorella abroad to prevent any Capo from setting his eyes on her. Everything changed with the new boss of the Italian Mafia, Lorenzo Razzo, who has created his reputation of being fearsome and violent, whose family runs most of the casinos. He is the playboy, and no woman can resist him. When he first laid his eyes on Fiorella, he becomes obsessed with her and will do anything to make her his, including abducting her and locking her up in his bedroom forever. By the way, he is not the only man who wants her... (Italian Mafia 2/ she's still mine, now available here at Goodnovel)

Love? A fucking enigma that lures you thinking it was romantic and loving. Until you are finally trapped by it. Hurt and stumbling on your feet. Thorne. A mutant. Mine and I don't care how being with me would hurt him. But he was fucking mine even if I had to bind him in my bed!

That year, during the Sicilian arms trafficking conflict, my lover of three years, Silvio, deliberately betrayed my transport routes at a critical moment in a deal with the rival "DiMarco" family, causing me to lose all my territory. He immediately defected to the DiMarco family's leader Marina, becoming her lover. As he left, he didn't even bother to disguise his betrayal, coldly tossing out, "What we had was just business, nothing personal." While I was burdened with my family's blood debts and pushed to the edge of a cliff, Lorenzo, who had secretly harbored feelings for me since childhood, found me and offered his family's entire fortune. "Isabella, don't be afraid. In my eyes, you'll always be Sicily's most formidable Queen of the Arms Trade," he said. He took the Colt pistol from my hand, and his voice was gentle yet resolute. Five years later, my power resurged. I was about to completely crush Marina's smuggling network and reclaim everything I had lost. My caporegimes, the captains of my organization, were ready and waiting for my command. But on the night before the operation, my weapons warehouse suddenly exploded, turning priceless arms into worthless scrap metal. I barely escaped through the thick smoke, my body covered in burns. In a secluded monastery, I overheard Lorenzo and Silvio whispering outside my door. "You really had the guts to blow up the arsenal. Weren't you afraid of blasting her to pieces too?" Silvio's voice carried a mocking tone. "If she died, just died. I've always loved Marina. If it weren't for that unlucky family marriage lottery five years ago, I wouldn't have had to endure this ugly bitch for all this time." Lorenzo's voice was ice-cold and unfamiliar. I closed my eyes, feeling like a dagger had pierced my chest. Explosion. Arranged marriage. Ugly bitch. So those five years of shared hardship were just his unwilling choice after losing a high-stakes gamble. "I married her to keep watch. If it weren't for me paving

One immigration application ended my marriage— and erased me from my husband’s world forever. I was Arabella Ashford— the wife of the man everyone wanted to marry. An Italian mafia heir—Born into power, wealth, and fear. A bloodline successor watched by international law enforcement, forbidden to cross borders, permanently barred from U.S. territory. They said he adored me— built me a private estate so I’d never hear the city, sent me flowers for no reason, just to make me smile, remembered every little thing I liked, every habit and quirk, No one saw the truth. And while the world called him perfect— he was putting another woman in my place, and another life in her womb. So I made my choice. I filed for permanent residency overseas. With that one signature, I erased myself from his world. From that moment on, he would never find me again. This was the price of his betrayal. He didn’t realize I was losing him that day. When he discovered the woman he betrayed was already beyond his reach. That was when he lost everything. He gave up his position. Walked away from his inheritance. Turned his back on a throne men would kill for— all to cross an ocean he was never allowed to enter.