In the dark underbelly of New York City, where loyalty is paramount and betrayal is a death sentence, Isabella Romano finds herself at a deadly crossroads. As a brilliant lawyer determined to steer her mafia family towards legitimacy, she is forced to confront Marco Castellano, the ruthless and charismatic leader of their rival clan. What begins as a mission to negotiate peace spirals into a dangerous dance of seduction and deception. Drawn into a forbidden romance with Marco, Isabella's heart and loyalties are torn apart. When a shocking revelation about Marco's father's death comes to light, she must decide whether to betray her family for love or expose the treachery that threatens to destroy them all.
The rain fell in sheets, obscuring the city lights of New York and casting a murky haze over the streets. Isabella Romano pulled her trench coat tighter around her, the cold seeping into her bones despite the layers. She stood outside the Romano family estate, a grand mansion hidden behind iron gates and sprawling gardens that seemed almost defiant in their beauty amidst the concrete jungle. Tonight was a pivotal night, one that would either usher in a fragile peace or ignite a war that could tear her family apart.
As she walked towards the waiting black sedan, her mind raced with the gravity of the task before her. Her heels clicked against the wet pavement, a sound that felt unnaturally loud in the silence of the night. The driver, Tony, opened the door for her. Tony was more than just a driver; he was her bodyguard, a man who had been with the Romanos for over two decades. His weathered face, marked by the scars of past battles, showed no emotion, but his eyes followed her every move, ever vigilant. "Are you ready, Miss Romano?" Tony's voice was gruff but tinged with a paternal concern that made Isabella feel both comforted and burdened. "As ready as I'll ever be," she replied, sliding into the backseat. The leather was cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the mansion she was leaving behind. Tony closed the door and took his place behind the wheel. As the car pulled away from the estate, Isabella allowed herself a moment to breathe. The negotiations tonight were crucial. For years, the Romanos and the Castellanos had been embroiled in a bitter feud, their rivalry painted in blood and betrayal. But recent events had escalated the conflict to a point where something had to give. Her father, Vincent Romano, had decided it was time for a truce, and Isabella had been chosen to broker it. She glanced at the folder resting on her lap, its contents a mixture of legal documents and notes. Isabella had always excelled in her role as the family lawyer, using her sharp mind and unwavering determination to navigate the murky waters of mafia politics. But this was different. This wasn't about contracts or courtrooms; this was about life and death. The drive to the Castellano estate was long and tense. The city streets, usually teeming with life, were eerily quiet, the rain acting as a silencer. Isabella's thoughts drifted to Marco Castellano, the man she was about to face. Their encounters had been few and far between, but each one had left a lasting impression. Marco was known for his ruthlessness, his ability to command loyalty and fear in equal measure. But there was something else, something unspoken that lingered in the air whenever they crossed paths. A tension that went beyond their families' animosity. The car slowed as they approached the Castellano estate, a fortress-like structure surrounded by high walls and security cameras. Tony exchanged a few words with the guards at the gate before they were allowed to enter. Isabella's heart pounded in her chest as they drove up the long, winding driveway, the mansion looming larger with every passing second. When they finally stopped, Tony turned to her. "I'll be right here. If anything goes wrong, you signal, and we're out of here." Isabella nodded, appreciating his unwavering loyalty. She stepped out of the car, her heels sinking slightly into the gravel. The mansion doors opened, and she was greeted by a tall, imposing figure. It was Luca, Marco's right-hand man, a silent sentinel who watched her with eyes that seemed to miss nothing. "Miss Romano," he said with a curt nod. "Mr. Castellano is expecting you." Isabella followed Luca through the grand entrance hall, her eyes taking in the opulence of the interior. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and priceless artwork adorned the walls. It was a stark reminder of the wealth and power that the Castellanos wielded. They walked in silence, the only sound the echo of their footsteps. Luca led her to a set of double doors and pushed them open, revealing a large study. The room was dominated by a massive mahogany desk, behind which sat Marco Castellano. He looked up as she entered, his piercing blue eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. "Isabella," he said, rising to his feet. His voice was smooth, almost disarmingly so. "Thank you for coming." "Marco," she replied, her tone equally measured. "Let's get to it." He gestured to the chair opposite his desk. "Please, have a seat." As she sat down, Isabella couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. How many times had she been in this position, negotiating deals, arguing cases? But this was different. This was personal. Marco sat back down, his eyes never leaving hers. "I assume you have the terms of the truce?" She nodded, placing the folder on the desk and opening it. "Yes. My father is willing to offer a ceasefire and the division of territories, provided certain conditions are met." Marco leaned forward, his interest piqued. "And what conditions might those be?" Isabella took a deep breath, steeling herself. "First, there must be a complete cessation of all hostilities. No more attacks, no more bloodshed. Second, we will divide the territories equally, with neutral zones established to prevent future conflicts. Third, any disputes will be settled through negotiation, not violence." Marco listened intently, his expression unreadable. "And what guarantee do we have that your father will honor this truce?" "My word," Isabella replied firmly. "I will personally oversee the implementation of these terms." Marco raised an eyebrow. "Your word, Isabella? And what makes your word so valuable?" "Because I have as much to lose as you do," she said, meeting his gaze head-on. "This war has cost us both dearly. I'm tired of seeing people I care about get hurt. Aren't you?" For a moment, there was silence, the tension in the room palpable. Then Marco leaned back, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You make a compelling argument. But there's one more thing." Isabella's heart skipped a beat. "What is it?" "I want assurances that my father's killer will be brought to justice," he said, his voice cold and hard. "I want the man responsible to pay." Isabella's blood ran cold. Marco's father had been murdered years ago, and the blame had always been placed squarely on the Romanos. But she knew her family had nothing to do with it. She also knew that convincing Marco of that would be nearly impossible. "I understand your need for justice," she said carefully. "But my family had nothing to do with your father's death. We both know there are other enemies out there who would benefit from our conflict." Marco's eyes flashed with anger. "Are you saying I'm wrong? That I don't know who killed my own father?" "No," she said quickly. "I'm saying that we need to find the real culprit. Together. This truce can be a step towards that." For a moment, she thought he might reject her proposal outright. But then he sighed, a weary sound that spoke of years of carrying the weight of his family's legacy. "Very well," he said finally. "We have a truce. For now." Relief washed over Isabella, but it was tempered by the knowledge that this was only the beginning. There were still many challenges ahead, and the path to peace would be fraught with danger. As they stood to seal the deal with a handshake, Isabella felt a strange mix of emotions. She looked up at Marco, seeing not just an enemy, but a man burdened by his own demons. For a moment, she saw vulnerability in his eyes, a glimpse of the person beneath the ruthless exterior. Their hands met in a firm grip, and for a brief second, the world seemed to hold its breath. "Until next time," Marco said, his voice low and filled with unspoken promises. "Until next time," Isabella echoed, her heart pounding in her chest. As she left the Castellano estate and rejoined Tony in the car, Isabella couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted. The truce was a fragile thing, but it was a start. And in the world they lived in, sometimes a small step was all it took to change everything. The ride back to the Romano estate was silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Isabella's mind raced with the implications of the night's events. She had managed to secure a truce, but at what cost? Marco's demand for justice for his father's murder loomed large, a dark cloud over their fragile peace. When they arrived, Tony escorted her back into the mansion, where her father was waiting in the study. Vincent Romano was a formidable man, his presence commanding and his eyes sharp. He rose as she entered, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern. "How did it go?" he asked, his voice betraying none of the anxiety she knew he must be feeling. "We have a truce," she said, handing him the folder. "For now." Vincent took the folder, his eyes scanning the documents. "And Marco's conditions?" "He wants justice for his father's murder," she replied. "I told him we had nothing to do with it, but he's determined to find the real culprit." Vincent nodded, a thoughtful look on his face. "We need to be careful, Isabella. This truce is a delicate thing. One wrong move, and it could all fall apart." "I know," she said, feeling the weight of the responsibility on her shoulders. "But it's a start. And we need to start somewhere." Vincent looked at her, his eyes softening. "You did well, Isabella. I'm proud of you."
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"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
"Listen, Gadreel Ødegaar," she looked at him, not hesitating this time. "It's my anniversary present for you. Let's divorce." *** Ivory Remington had sacrificed five years to look after her husband Gadreel who was in a vegetative state after an accident and a few months ago, he finally awakened like a miracle. She thought it was the start of their happy life but Gadreel still had no heart for her. On their anniversary and her birthday, she received a cheating video of her dear husband and her stepsister. Heartbroken, Ivory chose to quit this stupid game. She decided to set him free but the reason she left on the divorce agreement pierced Gadreel's noble pride. *** "Impotent? Are you serious?" He gripped her wrist and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. "I'm a woman, Gadreel. I'm tired of being in a sexless marriage. Let's end it once and for all." "Sexless, huh?" he chuckled lowly and without warning grabbed her chin in between his hands, pulling her face closer. "Turns out my wife was so eager to get a man between her legs? "
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.