Don Juan

"Hatred is still an emotion, sweetheart," I murmured, stepping closer. "That means you still care." Forced into a marriage with the man who despises her family, Isla vows to resist him. But Dante is a man who always gets what he wants, and what he wants… is her. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, Serena finds herself trapped in a dangerous game of power, revenge, and an undeniable attraction she can't escape. Because in Dante’s world, love isn’t gentle. It’s a war. And Serena is about to learn—when the Don wants something, he takes it.

Sarian’s life has never been easy, but stripping to keep her sister safe and the bills down was a small price to pay — until Don Julio Rossini walked into the club where she dances. The ruthless mafia lord isn’t just there for a show; he’s hunting her father, who stole something precious from him. Betrayed by a childhood friend and with no escape, Sarian is into Don Julio’s dangerous world, where power is currency, fidelity is fragile, and desire is a must. When Sarian fails to deliver her father, Don Julio offers her a deal, her body in exchange for her family’s safety. But as she fights to reclaim her freedom, she discovers a darker side Don Julio has adversaries who want her just as important as he does but there is something different, Don Julio is in love with her. Trapped in a deadly game of control and temptation, Sarian must decide — submit to Don Julio ’s demands or outsmart him before he consumes her fully.

Charlotte Quan, a sheltered and captivating young woman, finds herself at the center of an extraordinary turn of events. As the last female heir of her esteemed family, she has always been protected and shielded from the outside world. However, everything changes when she is unexpectedly persuaded to embark on a business trip with the man who has captivated her heart since childhood. Her crush, a charismatic and enigmatic figure, holds the powerful position of a respected Don in the underworld. Though feared by many, he has always treated Charlotte with a mix of familiarity and tenderness, often referring to her as his "princess." Despite her upbringing in a sheltered environment, Charlotte has always been drawn to his intriguing world. As they venture together on the business trip, Charlotte's senses awaken to a world she has never dreamt of. Surrounded by luxury and danger, she begins to see glimpses of the man beyond the Don—a complex individual with layers of mystery.

“Why are you keeping yourself away from me? I know you want me, you want me the same way that I want you. Why are trying to resist me? What are you so afraid of?!” Lucrezia is getting frustrated day by day. She could see it in his eyes that he wants her, she could feel his love with how he worries about her. Why does he keep pushing her away from him? Pietro Carusso is the Don of the Carusso family, the most powerful and richest crime family among the five. As a mafia, he has his own principles; never trust anyone, never get attached to anyone. He built tall walls around his heart to protect himself, but Lucrezia came to his life like a flame, and in this story he is the moth attracted to the flame. The Italian princess is everything he should stir away from, but how could he? She is the fire to his groin. An Italian curse from her mouth is enough to drive him mad. And she curses… a lot. With her beautiful body, cursed eyes and wicked lips. He doesn’t know how long he could hold himself much longer. “I love you and you are mine now. Just let me love you, Don.”

She married him to save her father's life. He married her to settle a debt. Neither of them expected to fall in love. Isabella Romano never wanted this life. She grew up watching her father drown in debts he couldn't repay, surrounded by men who smiled while they threatened. She wanted freedom — a future she chose for herself. Instead, she got a wedding dress, a stranger's ring, and a debt paid in full through her own hand in marriage. Dante Moretti is the coldest don their world has ever feared. He took control of his family's empire at twenty-three and buried his heart alongside the woman he lost. To him, Isabella isn't a wife. She's a payment. A term in a contract he never wanted to sign. But their wedding day doesn't end quietly. A traitor is dragged from the crowd in chains, blood staining the white flowers, and a warning whispers through the garden: someone close to Dante wants him destroyed. As Isabella is pulled deeper into a world of danger and betrayal, she begins to notice the man hiding behind the don — and a cousin whose ambition hides behind a charming smile. Slowly, dangerously, Isabella becomes the one person Dante can't afford to lose — and the one person who might finally teach him how to feel again. Because somewhere between the cold rules of his house and the warmth she refuses to let him extinguish, Dante starts to understand that love isn't the weakness he always believed it to be. But in this family, nothing comes free. Not loyalty. Not power. And certainly not love. When the past finally catches up to them, Dante will have to choose: the empire he built his life around — or the woman who taught him to want something.

The day the Thorne family announced our engagement, the New York underworld let out a collective sigh of relief. Because I was set to marry Daemon, the most straitlaced Don in the city, which meant I could no longer be the wild rose who tore up the racetrack. But I resisted with every fiber of my being, finding creative ways to test his limits. During his ten-million-dollar card game with a rival family's Capo, my hand "slipped" and sent a bottle of 1945 Romanee-Conti spilling across the ancient map that outlined their territories, sabotaging the entire negotiation. Daemon, however, just slowly and deliberately wiped the wine from the back of his hand. He didn't even frown as he cleaned up my mess. Then I "accidentally" let my spirited Arabian stallion loose in his immaculately manicured courtyard. The beast went wild, trampling his prize-winning rose garden into mud. But he arrived with his private doctor in tow, crouching before me as his long fingers gently traced the scratch on my arm. "Did the beast hurt you?" Just that one question, and my heart melted completely. "Daemon, I can marry you. But before that, has there ever been another woman who owned your heart?" "I don't share my man. Not in any way." He pointed to his heart, his gaze unwavering as he met my eyes. "Before you, this was empty." After we married, the word on the street in New York's circles of power was this: If you angered Don Thorne, his Donna might plead your case. But if you angered the Donna, you were on your own. Even I began to believe that Daemon, that mountain of ice, would eventually melt for me. Until the day I went to find him, clutching a positive pregnancy test, bursting with joy. Only to hear the family's Consigliere ask him, from the top-floor study, what the best lie he'd ever told was. Daemon chuckled and said casually, "She asked me if anyone had my heart before her." "I told her no."