Isabella POV:
I refused to eat poison.
My body went cold, the shock forging my disbelief into something diamond-hard: resolve. I looked at Vincent, at the man who was my husband, and saw a stranger. He was letting this happen. He was sanctioning my humiliation.
"No," I said again, my voice flat and empty.
I turned on my heel and walked away. I didn't run. I didn't cry. I walked out of the hospital, past the guards who bowed their heads to me out of habit, and onto the street. The thick, humid city air seemed to choke me.
I hailed a cab.
A yellow taxi screeched to a halt in front of me. As I opened the door, I glanced back. Vincent was standing on the curb, Rosa clinging to his arm, his face a thundercloud of fury. For a Don, to be left on the street by his wife was a public challenge, an act of open defiance he could not afford.
For a split second, I saw him take a step forward, as if to follow. But then Rosa whimpered something, and he stopped. He hesitated.
That hesitation was a death sentence for my love.
I got in the cab and gave the driver the address to our mansion, the gilded cage I had, until this moment, mistaken for a home. The entire ride, I stared out the window, a strange calm settling over me. The dream was over. The man I had loved, the savior I had built up in my mind, was a lie. He was weak.
In my head, a single, terrifying thought began to form. A thought about the child inside me. What was the point of bringing him into a world where his own father would not protect his birthright? Where he would be second to a bastard?
When I arrived at the mansion, the silence was suffocating. I went straight to our bedroom and began to pack a bag. Just the essentials. My passport, the cash I kept hidden, a few changes of clothes.
I was zipping the bag when the bedroom door opened. Vincent stood there, his suit jacket gone, his tie loosened. He looked exhausted and angry.
"You don't ever walk away from me in public again," he said, his voice a low growl.
"You don't ever stand with your whore over your wife again," I shot back.
He ran a hand through his hair, a rare sign of agitation. "She ambushed me, Isabella. I was going to handle it."
"Handle it? By taking her to lunch? By letting her declare her bastard the heir to my son's legacy?"
His eyes flickered to the bag on the bed. His posture changed. The anger was replaced by a cold, calculating stillness. The Don was back.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm leaving."
"No, you're not."
He walked over to my nightstand, picked up my phone, and slipped it into his pocket. He then moved to the door.
"I can't have you making a scene," he said calmly. "It's bad for business. It's bad for the family."
"You are the one who made a scene!" I screamed, the control finally snapping.
"I'm placing you under guard," he continued, as if I hadn't spoken. "For your protection."
"My protection?" I laughed, a bitter, ugly sound. "You're imprisoning me."
He met my gaze, and for the first time, I saw the real fear in his eyes. It wasn't fear of me leaving him. It was something else.
"I can't risk it," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"Risk what?"
His eyes fell to my stomach. And I understood.
It wasn't about me leaving him. It was never about me. He was afraid I would end the pregnancy. Afraid I would take away his legitimate heir-the one thing securing his unstable position, the only bulwark against a succession crisis.
He wasn't protecting me. He was containing a volatile asset.
"You're not going anywhere," he repeated, his voice stripped of all warmth. He stepped out of the room, and I heard the unmistakable click of the lock.
An Illicit Obsession
"Tell me, my sweet Mila, do you want me to stop?" "No!" I gasp. "Good, because no matter what, no matter who walks in, I won't," He promised. Killian Knight was many things, dangerous, a certified killer, devastatingly handsome, my father's business partner and married. He was not just off limits, he was forbidden, he was a sin and I was tempted enough to risk the hell fire. He was everything that could ruin me and my body, my mind and my soul; everything was ready for it. Mila Anderson's life takes an unexpected turn when she succumbs to the magnetic allure of her father's enigmatic and dangerous mafia associate. What she doesn't know is that Killian Knight has the power to unravel everything she's carefully built. One secret revealed could bring it all crashing down. For Killian, one night with Mila changes everything. She's everything he desires, yet she comes with her own web of secrets-and he's determined to uncover every single one.
Married To The Mafia Tyrant
She thought the worst was losing her fiancé. She was wrong. When Seraphina Vale's family drowns in debt, her cheating ex offers salvation-through marriage. But just as she's about to accept, gunmen crash the proposal and leave him dead. Days later, Seraphina is kidnapped and forced to marry Dante Navarro-the mafia king behind the massacre. It's not love. It's leverage. But as truths unravel and desire ignites, Seraphina realizes her ex's betrayal was only the beginning... And the real monster may not be Dante after all. Obsession. Revenge. Possession. She's not fighting to escape. She's fighting to survive.
The Billionaire's Forgotten Night
She was his mistake. He became her cage. But fate made them each other's salvation. When Annabelle woke up sore and confused after her graduation night, she fled the hotel room-never knowing the man she left behind would haunt her forever. Years later, she's trapped in the mansion of billionaire Richard Barton, forced to become his mistress. He wants revenge. She wants freedom. Neither expects the shattered pieces of their past to fit so cruelly together. A sick child. A secret identity. A marriage neither asked for. And a love that neither can deny. Just when things begin to heal, a scandal rips them apart again. But love has its own agenda-and secrets don't stay buried forever. Will Annabelle ever forgive him? Can Richard protect her from the enemies she once called family?
The Billionaire's Sister: Daddy's Dangerous, Baby Girl
"Stop fucking saying shit. Just shut your whore mouth and take it," I snapped at her, frantically humping away at her cunt, anxiously waiting to stop feeling like fucking her was life and death. Get away from her. So weak. But so damn good. The compulsion to keep going was devastating. "Can't. Fucking. Breathe," she struggled to say, completely winded and defenseless against my cock ripping her in half. "Harder," she screamed a moment later anyway. ### Olivia Hunter is billionaire tycoon Will Hunter's sister AKA the life of any party. She thinks stoic Harmon Chancellor, new COO of Hunter Industries, is the sexiest man alive. They flirt, he takes care of her, but Harmon is always clear. She is Will's baby sister. He is never fucking her. After a break up with his one year girlfriend, they get wasted and naked together. Harmon says it was a mistake. Olivia doesn't believe in mistakes. Harmon plans to flee, leaving her behind for a business trip. He is to single-handedly manage Cupid's Cove, Will's private island that hosts one hundred elite and famous guests annually. At the last second, Olivia asks to tag along. In one night Olivia went from having an innocent crush to territorial. Obsessed. Dangerous. With his new job and his friendship with Will on the line, Harmon can't afford to let the spoiled princess have her way. They don't really know him. It is just a matter of time before his past comes knocking. He's not safe for her. The apple of his eye. Practically his baby sister too. How does he stop her from tagging along without telling his best friend he fucked her? She falls first... Or does she? Will they? Won't they? The sexual tension and angst will drive you mad.
THE MAFIA'S VIRGIN
The Falcons is the largest mafia empire in Italy, ferocious and a home of brutes Rosario and Romano Gambino - The Gambino twin have been the leader of the Falcons since they turned twenty They were twin Brothers who had nothing in common, Popularly known as "The Gambino Brothers" They fight on a daily basis, in fact almost every minute but they always make up as soon as they fight. Rosario is the gentle tiger while Romanio is the hotheaded lion They were totally different but loved each other still. This was the case until Mary was kidnapped and brought to the Empire. Everything took a new turn when the twins fell in love with her.
Obsidian Heart
Ten years ago, Rocco Valeriano made a choice. He chose the crown of a crime boss over the innocent light of his first love, Eliza Hawthorne. He forced her to run, believing it was the only way to save her from the darkness that consumed him. Now, she's back, an acclaimed artist unwittingly stepping into the crosshairs of a city still echoing with the Valeriano name. Rocco, the ruthless and enigmatic head of the Valeriano family, rules his empire with an iron fist and a heart forged in shadows. But Eliza's return shatters his carefully constructed world, exposing the raw vulnerability he thought long buried. He'll stop at nothing to protect her, even if it means dragging her back into his orbit, controlling her life with velvet chains, and becoming the monster she always feared Eliza, fierce and independent, resists his possessive power at every turn. She wants her freedom, her art, and a life untouched by his dangerous world. Yet, as threats from rival families close in, she finds herself trapped in a gilded cage of his making, forced to confront the impossible truth: the only man who can keep her safe is the one who broke her heart, and the only way to survive might be to surrender to the darkness within his 'Obsidian Heart.' Can two souls, irrevocably changed by fate and choice, find redemption amidst a storm of violence, loyalty, and a love that refuses to die? Or will their dangerous game consume them both, leaving only ashes where a burning passion once stood?