"A one-year contract marriage. I know you're investigating something,"-Lena's heart sped up and she fought to keep her features blank- "and I can help you with that. In exchange, for one year, my resources will be yours. Full access. No strings attached-except the ones in the contract, of course." Lena's heart raced. A marriage proposal, but with a twist. *** Betrayed and burning for vengeance, Lena Santoro-now Selene Costa-enters a deadly game of love and lies with Rafe Moretti, a mafia don with secrets of his own. In Naples, where power and passion collide, their marriage of convenience becomes a battle for survival. Can they trust each other, or will betrayal tear them apart?
"I think I've had enough," Lena grumbled as she leaned back on her chair and patted her belly.
"Nonsense, figlia," her father scolded. "There's no such thing as having too much lasagna."
"I've found my limits, Papa," she answered. "If any more lasagna goes into me I might die."
"Don't say things like that, Lena," her mother snapped, her fork falling from her hand. "Think before you speak."
Lena lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry, Mama."
Beside her, her elder brother, Adriano, gave her a sympathetic smile before he continued eating, not saying anything like he always did.
It was like every other evening in Santoro's mansion. The Santoro family had dinners like this every day without fail.
But for the past weeks, there haven't been any family talks. Lena's father has become tense lately. The smallest of things irritated him, the smallest noise caused him to flinch, and he left immediately after dinner.
Lena has never seen her father like this before and it bothered her to no end. She had tried to talk to him several times but he always dismissed her with a word so she had stopped trying.
Adriano was done with his food so he and his father were deep into a discussion.
Lena stared at the chandelier, lost in her head.
"Lena," her father called. Her father barely called her by her given name, so when he did, she knew it was serious.
Her eyes fell to him and he had a frown on his face as he watched her.
"There's something important we would like to discuss with you," he said.
She shifted in her seat, suddenly uncomfortable. She looked at her mother and brother and they both had the same look on their faces.
She swallowed. "I'm listening, Papa."
Her father nodded. "This wil–"
Her father's words were cut off by the sound of gunshots and their windows breaking.
"Get down!" Adriano shouted before he threw Lena down and covered her body with his.
The gunshots died down and the room fell silent. But not for long.
She couldn't see more than the ground but she saw black boots entering their house. She raised her head slightly but Adriano pushed her head back down. But not before she saw men in black masks with big guns. There were up to ten men.
A cold shiver passed through her.
"How dare you break into my home?" She had never heard her father's voice so cold like that.
"You've forced our hand, Santoro," a deep voice answered. "You do not betray the Mafia and walk away."
The Mafia. What was happening?
"Give us what we came here for," the man continued, "and we'll leave."
Her father laughed, the sound bitter. "Do you take me for a fool, Antoine? You have come to kill me. And whether I give you what you want or not you'll do what you've been sent here to do."
Antoine didn't deny it. How did her father know these people?
"Then let's not waste time here, Santoro," Antoine said. "Give us what we came here for."
"I would rather die."
"Alessio," Lena's mother called her father's name, her voice soft and trembling.
"Ssshh, Mio Amore. Nothing will happen to you."
"Don't give your wife false hope, Santoro," Antoine mocked.
Lena couldn't see what was happening but she knew her father's face was twisted with anger. His voice confirmed that. "You will not touch my family."
"Give us what we came here for. Your family will live."
Her father said nothing. Why was he keeping quiet?
There was a beat of silence before she heard her mother's voice. She was screaming, shouting at the men to leave her alone. Her father's voice joined, throwing threats to the men.
Lena tried to raise her head but her brother pushed her back down, his body still covering hers. "Stay still," he hissed.
"This is your last warning, Santoro. Give us what we came here for and prevent this."
Her father stopped shouting.
Her mother continued to scream and soon her screams turned to sobs. Lena heard a man's grunt and she knew. She knew what they were doing to her mother.
Tears rolled down her eyes and she had to bite her lips to keep the sounds in.
Her mother screamed her father's name but he remained silent.
Lena saw her mother on the floor where the man had pushed her. She clenched her teeth to keep the sob that wanted to burst out in. Blood was flowing down her mother's legs.
"Mio Amore," her father whispered as he crawled to his wife, tears rolling down his eyes.
He had no right to cry when he had let this happen.
"This is your last chance, Santoro," Antoine said, his voice hard.
Her father said nothing and just held his crying wife.
A gunshot sounded and Lena watched in horror as blood rolled down her father's temple, a hole in his forehead.
She screamed, the sound muffled by her brother's hand covering her mouth.
Her mother followed.
Lena buckled under her brother's weight but he held strong.
"Avenge us, Lena," he whispered into her ear. "Bring hell down on our enemies."
Another gunshot sounded and her brother jerked before he went still. Warm blood poured down on her as her brother's body remained on her.
She waited for another gunshot to sound but it never came.
"Search the house!" Antonie commanded. "Make sure there are no survivors."
"Yes, Sir!"
Soon Lena heard gunshots and screams as the men killed her household. She remained silent, her body trembling as she became soaked with her brother's blood.
The smell of gasoline filled her nose.
"Did you find anything?" Antoine asked.
"No, Sir."
"Light it up."
Lena felt the heat of the flame a moment later. She waited until she was sure the men was gone before she managed to move her brother's body from under her, tears rolling down her cheeks.
She stood and looked down at her brother with blurry eyes while the fire raged around her, her whole life crumpling together with the walls.
She bent down and pressed a kiss to his forehead before she walked to her parents and kneeled in front of them.
She took their hands into her trembling ones and kissed them. "I will get revenge for all of you," she whispered.
She tugged their wedding rings off, clenching her fist around the cold metal before she turned and walked towards the shattered window.
She screamed as the ceiling collapsed right where she was headed, a ball of flame soaring through the air and landing on her hand. The sound that escaped her was primal, as searing pain coursed through her hand.
She couldn't die here. No. She had to live and avenge her family.
And that was the reassurance she needed.
She took off her shirt and covered her burnt hand before she turned. Smoke filled her lungs and clouded her vision but she had to keep going.
She kept repeating her brother's last words as she crawled her way out of her burning home, coughing all the way with snot running down her nose.
She inhaled fresh air when she broke out of the burning. But she couldn't rest now.
She dragged her body up the hill where she stood and watched her life, her family, her identity burned.
Siren calls filled the air as police and firefighters arrived. But they were too late. Her life was gone.
She watched them, staying in the shadows until the sun broke out in the cloud. And as the sun rose her old self was left behind in the night.
She was no longer Lena Santoro. She was now someone else. Someone who was going to find her family's killer and bring hell down on them.
Calista had always believed the past was meant to stay buried, hidden in the shadows of memory. But why, then, was her past creeping back into the light, intertwining with her present? She spent her days in a fractured state-broken, miserable, angry at the world. But at least she had carved out a semblance of peace, until Jaxon Castillo stepped into her life. With his hot body and expressive eyes, he shattered her fragile calm, dragging her into a tumultuous conflict she wanted no part of-a life that haunted her more than anything else. She had convinced herself she was free from the ghosts of her past, that they had perished along with her family. Yet, as she found herself drawn deeper into Jaxon's orbit, his intense gaze unraveling her defenses, shadows of her history began to resurface. With every stolen glance, she felt herself surrendering pieces of her heart to him, pieces she had sworn to protect. Both held secrets-dark, potent truths that threatened to dismantle everything they had built. Secrets capable of turning the world against them. Calista was fire and rage; Jaxon was cool water and soothing. They would risk everything to protect each other, even if loving each other was what could destroy them both. –– TRIGGER WARNING; Sexual content, PTSD and trauma responses, Violence. Reader discretion is advised.
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Three love stories, one world-this steamy, slow-burn sequel follows new couples finding their fate, desire, and heartbreak in a world where wolves love hard, and the stakes run deeper than ever. *** Ravenna & Darius' story Ravenna was born a disgrace-wolf-less, exiled, and left for dead by her own pack. But death refused her. Rescued after a near-death incident, she awakens with untapped powers, far more dangerous than any wolf. Stolen away by Alpha Darius, a ruthless leader feared across all packs, their meeting sparks chaos: they're fated mates. Bound by a prophecy drenched in blood, Ravenna discovers her lineage holds the key to either salvation or destruction. With an ancient war on the horizon and dark forces hunting her, Ravenna must decide-embrace the unstoppable force within her or let it consume them all. Mia & Dalian's Story Once a fleeting passion, their connection reignites, but love comes with its own dangers. With the weight of what they've endured hanging over them, Mia and Dalian must fight for their love-or lose it forever. Lucian & Emily's Story Lucian's mate is human-and he's kept it a secret. After capturing her during a war, their dangerous connection grows. But Emily doesn't know they're fated, and the truth could destroy everything.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.