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Everyone thought my wife was dead, but I never stopped searching for her. When I finally found her, the timid young woman I forced to marry me was all gone. In her place was a fiercely independent woman who hated my guts. I might have deserved it. But did it stop me from dragging her, her secret child and her best friend back to New York City with me?

Christian “Priest” DiLustro. A charming prince. Only when it suited him. I had a taste of him and got addicted. But he was a heartless bastard and an arrogant mafia prince whose only goal was to ignore me after we scratched the itch. Just when I thought we’d both moved on, he swooped in and claimed he made a promise that he intended to keep, even if it killed us both.

Luca King. The notorious playboy. A master of one night stands. My constant shadow. Wherever I went, he was always there. Until he wasn’t. One wild night at a masquerade party was all it took. I got pregnant, broke my engagement, and failed my family.

Sasha Nikolaev. The unhinged mobster. Satan’s spawn with pale blue eyes. I made him a promise years ago. Granted, I only made it so he’d kiss me. But it was a promise made nonetheless. So I waited. And waited some more.

Alexei Nikolaev. Blessed with the face of Adonis. Cursed with eyes colder than the arctic, and a past he can’t escape. His history is as tragic as a Dostoyevsky tale. He’s been on the FBI’s radar for years, but has managed to always stay a step ahead and just out of their grasp.

Nico Morrelli. My blackmailer. A liar. I stole from him. And when he came to collect, the money was gone. I used it to try and save someone I loved, but it still wasn’t enough.

Have you ever wanted someone so intensely it felt like fire under your skin? Yeah. Me neither. Not until Gabriel Santos. He walked into the wreckage of my life like he’d always belonged there—calm, controlled, and devastatingly beautiful. I was a storm. He was stillness. And when I shattered right in front of him, he didn’t flinch. He looked at me like I was a masterpiece. Like I already belonged to him. That was all it took.

I caught the attention of the most notorious man in the underworld. Konstantin wasn’t the type to be ignored. He commanded his criminal empire with an iron fist but he had secrets of his own. But I was Tatiana Nikolaev. I’d never bend to a man’s will or be used as a pawn. Not again. The moment I tempted fate and played with fire, life spiraled out of control. My only way of survival was to trust again.

Konstantin wasn’t the type to be ignored. He commanded his criminal empire with an iron fist but he had secrets of his own. But I was Tatiana Nikolaev. I’d never bend to a man’s will or be used as a pawn. Not again. The moment I tempted the fates and played with fire, life spiraled out of control. My only way of survival was to trust again. But could I?

Vasili Nikolaev. Dangerous. Deadly. And most of all, devastating. He’s the king of New Orleans. Ruler of the Russian mafia and my best friend’s oldest, mouthwatering brother. On Halloween night my last year in college, I gave him everything. My body. My heart. My soul. He burned it all to the ground with the first ray of dawn.

He told me he loved me, then abandoned me. My sister was his first choice. Too bad for him, I refused to be his second. Dante Leone was bad news with a gorgeous exterior and a dangerous mind. Emotionally unavailable and slightly unhinged, he was a heartbreak waiting to happen. Again. I ran. He gave chase and my fate was sealed.

Juliette Brennan. Tenacious. Beautiful. Formidable. The minx. She never expected his persistence, nor the way her body warmed each time the devil came around, which only made her fight the attraction that much harder. She had vengeance to deliver and now there was blood on her hands. She had her secrets and she intended to keep them. Let the world think she was crazy, out of control. It made her real sins easy to hide.

It started with one innocent look across a room in Paris. He was a lot older than me. A Roman god dressed in an Italian suit, surrounded by an aura I couldn’t resist. When I ran into him again, he effortlessly pulled me under his spell. But little did I know, a night full of carnal pleasure would cost me everything. When Enrico Marchetti wanted something, he didn’t just take it. He possessed it. Now, his sights were set on me. There were secrets this man was keeping. They surrounded him, his dead wife, his children.

Amore Bennetti struggles early on to find her path in an unfamiliar world after witnessing the death of her mother. Feeling like an outsider among the underworld, she finds a best friend in the most unlikely place. A rival crime family.

From the moment my twin sister set her eyes on Matteo, she decided he was the one. We were just kids, but that didn’t matter to her. In her heart, she believed they were destined to be together. So when their arranged engagement was announced, no one was surprised. At least, that’s what I thought. But lately, something had felt off. Wherever I went, Matteo was there. Lurking in the dark, concealed in the shadows, always watching.

The first time I saw him, I knew I'd never want another man the way I wanted him. The second time, I drank a bottle of his most expensive cognac, which I'd never be able to afford on my own. And the third time… well, he caught me stealing from him. Stealing from the head of the Irish Mafia wasn't smart. But then I never claimed to be. Now I owed him a debt… a big one. And it couldn't be settled with money, or favors.

The man who ruled his empire with a cold head and an even colder heart. And most importantly, my son’s father. Except, he wasn’t aware of that little fact. To the media, Byron Ashford is a Billionaire King. To me, he’s a reminder of the hottest, most forbidden, night of my life. And my biggest mistake. I hadn’t seen him in years, and hoped we’d never cross paths again. But then, my best-laid plans always seem to go astray. Now, I need his help to bail me out of trouble. He’s a billionaire and I’m just a broke, debt-riddled surgeon.

It turned out Alessio Russo was a gentleman even when he was a savage. We bickered. We kissed. We fought. We made love. He thrilled me and scared me. Still, we slowly started to find a way to each other, but before I had a chance to come clean with him, I had to leave the country. Then all hell broke loose.

On the run from the mafia, I fled across the ocean, clinging to the hope that distance could save me. Instead, I stepped straight into the domain of a man whose power was whispered about more than spoken aloud—a man whose reach stretched further than the shadows I thought I’d escaped. He was the one who made me an offer as tempting as it was terrifying. He promised to erase the threat stalking me, to restore the life I’d lost—but only if I gave him something in return: me.

He left to protect me. He promised to come back. He didn’t. I moved on. Twelve years later he’s back. He claims he wants me back, determined to protect me and my son. Each vow, every possessive kiss, feels like he’s mine. But he’s not the same man I remembered. But I can’t forget that underneath his hard body, dark stare, and seductive grin, he’s my undoing.