Invincible Chicago Novels & Stories

Five years ago, on her birthday, Joan Lancaster was served with divorce papers by the one man whom she had loved with every fiber of her being. The same man who had sworn to protect her, cherish her, and never betray her, Dean Armstrong. He cast her aside without remorse, replacing her with his secretary and stripping her of everything but her dignity. Broken, wounded, and abandoned, Joan disappeared into the night with secrets only she knew, only to return five years later as a different woman. No longer the trembling, forgiving wife Dean once knew, Joan stepped back into his world as the untouchable Ice Queen, a woman whose rise to power had struck fear in the hearts of the Chicago businessmen. But she wasn't just back, she was back for revenge. And she wasn't going to stop until she stripped her ex-husband of everything that made his name. Once a powerful man, Dean found himself begging the woman he once discarded. The woman who now had the strings to his life and could do with him as she pleased. In a world where love had once broken her, Joan would prove one thing: some women don’t come back to be loved. They come back to be feared.

Leila Johnson thought surviving poverty was the hardest battle she'd ever fight. She was wrong. One night, a routine appointment ends in kidnapping, murder, and a dangerous offer from Chicago's most feared billionaire mafia kingpin, Zane Rogers. All she has to do is help him recover a stolen chip. One mission. One payment. One chance to change her life forever. But the deeper Leila falls into Zane's deadly world, the more she discovers that nobody can be trusted. Not the charming friend who always makes her laugh. Not the beautiful woman who suddenly appears. Not even the powerful man whose touch is becoming harder to resist. As betrayal after betrayal tears their world apart, Leila and Zane find themselves caught between love, revenge, and a conspiracy capable of destroying everything. And when the final enemy falls, they learn the most dangerous secret of all: Some betrayals don't die. They wait. Years later, just when Leila believes the nightmare is over, a single package arrives at her door. Inside is a black chess piece. A note. And proof that someone has been watching her all along. The last page turns with one terrifying question: Who is waiting inside the black car?

On the night before the wedding, my fiancé suddenly asked me to give up the ceremony for his first love, Sofia. I turned it down cold in my former life, only to become the Chicago mob’s godmother at a lavish wedding. When Sofia heard the news, she was heartbroken and jumped into the sea to take her own life. Vincent blamed me for Sofia’s death. For the next thirty years, the words he said to me most often were: “Elena, if I had married Sofia that day, she wouldn't have died.” On his deathbed, he told our children: “Don’t bury me with Elena.” The year after he died, I fell gravely ill and passed away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night before the wedding. Over the phone, Vincent's voice came again: "Sofia needs this title more than you do. Everyone knows I love you, so they respect you—but Sofia's different. She's just a poor orphan girl..." Before he could finish, I calmly replied, “Fine, I agree.” I turned and signed the papers to cut ties with the family. I flew to Sicily, home to the Salk Institute that I had always looked up to. In this life, I refuse to be his appendage.

“Here's the deal. Do that lawyer stuff that you do. Try to send me to jail.” “What?” I blinked. “I'm giving you a year, but in my territory. I'm not sending you back to the U.S, so better get used to Italy like you once lived.” “Excuse-” “But you'll have everything. Every resource. Impress me, show me why you're a top lawyer and get me locked up. Prove to everyone that I killed your parents.” “I'll send you to jail, even if it's the last thing I do, Roman. You're trying to ruin my life again, but this time I won't let you. You're finished.” “Now, the condition.” My eyes widened. Now a condition? “If you don't succeed, you won't ever have an opinion. You'll be my plaything, my pet, my personal slave, my cum bucket. You'll be whatever I want you to be, do you understand?” I felt instant chills ripple through me. “So that's what you want? To control me after killing my parents?” “Yes, exactly that. I want to humiliate you so badly, so better impress me and send me to jail, Gianna. Better do it.” His voice was thick with warning. No matter how much I desire him, I'll make sure he rots in jail. …… We don't always get what we want, Gianna. He killed her parents and she managed to escape the house fire. Years later and this invincible Mafia don gets arrested in the United States, and she's the top lawyer in charge of his case? Hmm, I wonder what happened next.

In the Chicago mafia, refusing a powerful man is the same as signing your own death warrant. At twenty-one, Valentina is forced into marriage with Adrian DeLuca— the cold, feared underboss whose first wife died under mysterious circumstances. The rules are clear: obey, stay silent, and never ask about the past. Adrian doesn’t want love. He wants a wife who looks perfect at his side and a mother for his children. Nothing more. Their marriage is built on duty, fear, and carefully maintained distance until Valentina begins to see the cracks beneath his ruthless control. The DeLuca mansion is full of secrets. Locked rooms. Unspoken rules. A five-year-old boy who hasn’t spoken since his mother’s death— until he whispers something that changes everything. “I still see my mom at night.” What begins as a marriage of survival turns into a dangerous search for truth. As Valentina uncovers what really happened to the woman who came before her, she realizes the greatest threat may not be the man she married, but the one everyone believes is dead. In a world where loyalty is deadly and love is a weakness, Valentina must decide who to trust before the truth destroys her marriage… or her life. A dark mafia romance about forced marriage, forbidden secrets, and the woman who refused to stay powerless.

Every Christmas Eve in Port Saint Giovanni, the Camerlano family hosts the Claiming Rite at Saint Giovanni Manor. Twelve girls stand in a line. Whoever receives the white-gold signet pin becomes the heir’s publicly acknowledged bride candidate. I am Grace Sorrento, the bastard daughter of the Sorrento family. If I do not receive that signet tonight, by sunrise I will be put on a plane to Chicago and married off to a Rizzo, a man rumored to have killed two former fiancées. Adrian Camerlano, the boy I grew up with, swore to me in blood three days ago that the signet would be mine. But when the moment came, his hand turned. With a smile, he pinned it on Lucia, the orphan his family had sponsored. Then he leaned close to my ear. "Let Lucia have her moment. No one has ever really looked at her before. Don’t worry. This is my estate. No one will dare arrange your marriage without my say." I grabbed his sleeve, but he removed my fingers one by one. "Lucia has no roots and no last name. Tonight is all she has. But you are a Sorrento. Even without the signet, no one will touch you." That phrase, no last name, drew every gaze in the ballroom toward me, full of pity and quiet mockery. The next morning, I boarded a flight to Chicago. When Adrian heard, he made one call to Port Saint Giovanni Air Control. "Ground every plane. Nothing leaves today!"

TRIGGER WARNING: This story is more of mature content set in a mafia world. Dark romance will be widely explored, abusive language and violent scenes will appear too. Proceed with caution. **** A marriage of three years ended up in divorce. That was not the life Megan Clark envisioned when she married the love of her life Javier. In a span of one day, she lost everything . Her marriage, her father and her wealth, her ex husband took it all. Lorenzo is the ruthless capo who calls the shots in the streets of Chicago He had desired Megan since he laid his eyes on her. Something about her Innocence tingled the most darkest of desires inside him. HE MUST TASTE HER. HE MUST OWN HER. But there's one problem; She is married to his scum of nephew. When a chance presents itself, he swoops her off her feet. He will keep her under any cost. " I want a home, a family and I am willing to work on that. I want to struggle for it because a home with you Lorenzo is worth it, every struggle capo. " I want to have this dream, a fantasy of me and you, growing old with our hands together. Then we will look back and say we lived the dream." A deal, that's all they make. A game, that's what they will play but when the terms of his deal burn him and the game becomes more real, can he really entangle himself from the trap called love?

I had a best friend who was sweet as honey but only with her mouth. Behind my back, she was a demon. She stole my boyfriend, the underboss of the Chicago Outfit. Her excuse? She wanted to keep me away from the darkness and the blood, so she'd take the suffering in my place. She pawned her wedding ring and fed her husband some story about a limited edition bag for me. She skimmed from her husband's company accounts and pinned it on my male escort habit. She was pregnant and still wanted thrills. So she went to a full-blown orgy with her husband's uncle and a group of his associates. That's how she ended up hemorrhaging. But somehow it was my fault. I was the one who organized that kind of party, according to her. And her story? She tried to stop me, so I pushed her down and made her lose the baby. In the end, her husband sent me to a cartel hellhole in Mexico to atone for my sins. There, her lover sold me to the red-light district. First came the addiction. Then the streets. I served every man in their outfit, one after another. My body rotted. I died slow, sick, and alone. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night my best friend miscarried because of her own filthy party.

The demons of Hell and the werewolves of Earth have battled for eons, vying for the power to rule the the world. Fallon, self-proclaimed queen of demons, refuses to bow to the wolves, staking her claim in the city of Chicago. Her demons, will hunt every werewolf into extinction under her reign. Liam Rowlyn, Beta of the Chicago Wolf Pack, has led the charge against demons since before he even knew how to fight or defend his family. Demons stole his mate, leaving with him an unrelenting drive to exterminate the soul-sucking demons infiltrating his home of Chicago. When several young wolves are found murdered and left in plain sight in Millennium Park, Liam knows without a doubt it was the demons he's hated all his life. Among the dead is his Alpha's son, a power play that could send his pack into chaos and ruin. He'll come face-to-face with Fallon Taylor, a face much more gorgeous than he ever could have imagined. The murder of his pack members. Where Fallon will play with Liam like a toy, he'll need to rely on her for information, as prominent werewolf families are murdered all over Illinois. He'll put off killing her in the pursuit of justice for his kid. Her game and his determination will merge, their hearts rebelling against nature and history. Will they destroy each other or partake in the most forbidden love of all time?

Two years into my marriage with Don Dante, my ex came back. Julian, the man who shattered my heart five years ago. He announced he was getting engaged. And he wanted me as his mistress. "I know I hurt you," he said. "My family looks down on mob ties. It was never going to work. But now? I'm marrying Tiffany. I'm taking over the family empire. I can finally afford to keep you." I just sneered at him. "Did it ever occur to you that I might be married?" He scoffed. "What decent family would have you? The daughter of a mob underboss? Don't be ridiculous." His arrogance made me sick. When I refused, he slapped a black card on the table. Told me to buy whatever I wanted. He said he'd pick me up next week. That we could spend every weekend tangled up in his bed. I spat on the floor at his feet. "Get him out," I told my guard. "And take his trash with him." He didn't get it. Not then. But he would. The moment he found out who I married. I didn't just marry anyone. I married the king of the Chicago underworld. A man he could never touch. And when he finally figured it out, he lost his goddamn mind.