Adrian I kidnapped my enemy's daughter on her wedding day— Only to discover she orchestrated the whole thing. Milla Marchesi was supposed to marry into another crime family. An arranged alliance designed to cut the Bratva out of Miami. So I did what I was bred to do. I stole the bride and sent her father a message he’ll never forget. She was my captive. My leverage. My perfectly placed pawn. Until I realized she wasn't running from me—she was running toward me. Every lie she told. Every move she made. Every time she let me think I was winning. She planned it all. Now she's locked in ...

I should be dead the moment the Carusos caged me. Then Matteo Bellanti stormed in—and claimed me instead. He’s the Syndicate’s most ruthless fixer. Built to break men, not save women. But when he pulled me from that hell, survival wasn’t enough. Now I’m his to protect. Trapped in his world. Forced into his bed for safety... and losing myself with every stolen touch. He’s brutal with the world. But with me? He’s possessive. Gentle. Addictive. Enemies want me silenced. They’ve put a price on my head—and my daughter’s. But Matteo doesn’t share. Not his woman. Not the ...

Ana Marriage was my sentence—my family's shield against the Voronins' wrath. I played along. Took the vows. Wore the ring. Then I vanished. Living with Dima Voronin—cold, lethal, and calculating—was never an option. But now, with nowhere left to run, I find myself back in his world. Back under his control. Back in his bed. And the way he watches me now? Like he's finally claiming what's his. I should flee before I burn. Yet I wonder—was I ever truly free? Dima Two years ago, my bride walked away. I let her go. I needed war, not a wife. Now Ana returns, trailing chaos and enemies, ...

I hate Nico Moretti. The Reaper. The man who turns blood into power, whose name is spoken in fear and reverence. And in forty-eight hours, I'll be wearing his ring. Our marriage is meant to prevent a war, but it's the very thing that might ignite one. A mole is revealing sensitive information, causing chaos amongst mafia heads, threatening to destroy both our families. My father calls it business—like trading me to the devil is nothing more than balancing the books. I tell myself I can do this—I'm a Bellanti. I've survived worse than becoming a mobster's bride. But the real betrayal? My...

He’s the enemy of my family— And the first man to ever touch me. One second, I’m walking down the aisle. The next, I’m in a cabin with a mafia enforcer who looks at me like I’m already his. Max Mastroni is cold. Brutal. Covered in scars. He says I’m just leverage—bait for my father. But his hands say something else. So do the things he makes me feel. I try to run. I scream, I fight, I curse his name. But he doesn’t care that I’m untouched. He just says he’ll ruin me gently. I thought I knew what hate was. Turns out it looks a lot like obsession. And sounds a lot like his...