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Taylor Dante, a Billionaire heiress lives a life similar to a fairytale. She is the only daughter of one of the worlds richest man, Donald Dante and is engaged to Kelvin who is perfect in every way possible. Her life takes a dramatic turn when her fiance Kelvin is found dead on the day of their wedding. The police rule it as suicidal but Taylor believes otherwise prompting her to dig deep. Her search for the truth takes her on a dangerous path into the Mafia world where she has to do everything to ensure her survival and get to the bottom of knowing who killed her fiance. What fate awaits Taylor as she uncovers the truth?, Find out in Mafia Diaries

I smiled a bit. I ran my fingers on my iphone. I beckoned my men to shoot his men. They were on the ground in a second, wet in their own blood. I saw she was glaring at me in my eyes. Nobody dared to look in my eyes, she did. Her bewilder eyes were making her more sexy and hot. I paced toward her, gripping from her waist. She was giving me a touching rose petals feeling. I knew what I was going to do. I clutched her tightly and jumped from the railing~~~~~~~ Duante Rego, the international business tycoon, mafia emperor, cruel with badness, ruthless, no mercy for wrong, powerful. It changed his life when he met long wavy haired beauty and he claimed her as his wife at gunpoint. Ev

Reena’s life was simple… until one accident changed everything. A violent crash, a journey through darkness, and when she opens her eyes— Reena finds herself inside the novel she was reading all night. The novel’s name was— “The Dirty Mafia.” But the biggest truth is— She is not the heroine. She is not even a minor character. Reena has become the villainess. A villainess whose death is written in the most brutal way— and that death belongs to the hands of the mafia king, a man with no mercy in his heart. Now Reena knows everything. She knows the ending that awaits her. Betrayal. Blood. And a death that spares no one. The story is no longer fiction— It has become her realit

Sofia Ramos is a Mafia Princess in the Amarican/Spanish Maifa. She just finished University and is moving back into her parent's mansion. She now has a degree in Fashion Designing because of the inspiration from her best friend's mother. Sofia had a sweet, kind, carefree personality, but when it came to her Mafia, she was anything but that. What will happen when she meets Vincenzo Moretti. Vincenzo Moretti is a cold Italian Mafia Don, he never believed in love until he met Sofia at a dinner in Spain. The first time Vincenzo was ever scared was when he couldn't introduce himself to Sofia that night at the dinner. Ever since that night in Spain, Vincenzo knew that Sofia would become the lov

She married the devil. Then she divorced him. Now she carries his child. All Isabella Lorenzo wanted was to protect her family, and she thought marrying the ruthless and feared Luca Moretti… heir to the Moretti crime empire would be enough, but she was wrong. Instead of protection, her father was brutally executed and her heart left shattered in a million pieces. Two years later, she has managed to move on from the past and rebuild her life in the shadows. Every feeling of emotion was buried in her past, but they soon reignite after a reckless night with a masked stranger… a stranger that happens to be Luca Moretti. Now she’s pregnant, and Luca will do anything to get her back. But forgi

A brutal murder will mark her path forever, and a destiny crueler than death. After the terrible murder of her family, Maria De La Cruz, decides to dedicate herself body and soul to try to solve the mysteries that were woven since her childhood, but along the way she will fall madly in love with Emiliano Romero, who, supposedly, will help her in this great quest for revenge. Who is the real killer in this story? How far will she be able to search for the truth? And, above all, Why can't she remember anything? "Revenge is a faithful vigilante of the brave".

DARK ROMANCE “Don’t please,” she sobbed, shaking badly. The fear of her situation was slowly sinking in. “Please let me go, I want to go home.” She cried. He smirked and cupped her face. She immediately stiffened upon his touch and stared into his Smokey grey eyes. “You are home, tara, this is your home now, by my side.” He spoke firmly. She saw the determination in his eyes and her eyes widened with shock. “No!” she shrieked and tried to push him away but he didn’t budge. Before she could retaliate, he had caught her wrists in a vice-like grip with one hand and locked them down while with the other hand, he firmly griped the back of her neck, his fingers digging into her scalp, making her w

A single misstep, and the consequences were severe. I am Moxie Guerra, known to all who know me as a devil with the face of an angel. At the age of seventeen, I am a woman with high standards in every aspect of life. I insist on the best food, the most luxurious clothing, and when it comes to men, they must be extraordinarily wealthy, attractive, and well-known. Born to my father's mistress, who passed away after my birth, I am scorned by my father's second family. As the daughter of a mafia boss, I was brought up in a perilous environment. No one perceived me as patient or kind. Instead, I was feared, much like my father, which was my Achilles' heel. However, when I discovered t

"Fuck!," she moans as my finger slides fully inside her, her body responding instantly. "More," Elisia demands, breathless. "Really?" I taunt her. "Beg. You know how this works, Elisia. I'm in control, not you." "I'm not begging you," she retorts, though her voice wavers. Without hesitation, I pull my finger out, leaving her aching for more. I begin teasing her, running my finger along her slit, knowing she'll eventually break. "I'm going to kill you," she growls. "Oh, really?" I mock, pulling my hand away entirely. She sighs, realizing I'm serious. "Theo, please," she whispers softly. "Not good enough," I say, sucking on her neck, leaving my marks. "Please, Theo, touch me," s

A human. My mate? No. That wasn't right. Humans were weak. They were servants at best—slaves at worst. They didn't belong with us. They weren't made for love. I turned suddenly and slammed my fist into the stone wall beside me. The sharp crack of bone against stone echoed through the room. The boy had been dragged away, out of my sight, and I still felt the burn of his presence in my chest. My claws had already pushed out, sharp and uncontrollable. My eyes burned, the edges of my vision tinted red. The beast within me was on the edge of taking over. "He's nothing!" I roared to no one in particular. "He can't be my mate!"