" When I don't get a thing...I ruin it," he said and then started laughing maniacally.
"And believe me nobody wants a ruined girl."
And now she understood her life is ended.
Ayzel is a beautiful, innocent orphan girl, trapped by an agent to trap a Mafia don. Under a planned scheme, she enters the Mafia's
den and becomes the victim of that ruthless Mafia don's lust. She comes to know that the day her mother died giving birth to her in an orphanage, the very day a bloody massacre happens in th...

"WALK ON IT, NOW!" he barked an order.
With widened eyes, she looked between him and the path of burning coals in front of her.
Did he seriously want her to walk on it? He was the same person who could not tolerate a single scar of burning oil on her.
But long ago that time was gone.
**
Five years ago, the wife of a mafia don betrayed him and left with their son. Now he has returned to extract his revenge.
She left with his son, but now there is a lit...

"It was a mistake Everly, I never wanted any of this to happen, the sex, the pregnancy" she remarked.
"Don't call it a mistake; you had a choice; you could have gone home instead of staying and hanging out with him, you could have refused to drink with him, but instead you stuffed yourself and got drunk.You had the option, but you chose this"
"And I regret it, Everly, I regret every single second of that day," Brielle sobbed.
Everly Carter finally thought she had gotten the luxurious life ...

I was raised with the criminal underground’s most notorious crew turned government-sanctioned mercenaries in Texas and Colorado, known as the Death Kings. My uncle is one of them known as the Gator King. Now I walk in his footsteps, leading a crew of my own with his backing. To my family, my nickname is Seraphim, but in my kingdom, I’m the Viper King. Now the boys who left me, who swore they would stay by my side to protect me, are back in town. They are attempting to become like C.H.A.O.S. who ...

The second my father was arrested, my world imploded. William Scott stepped in, offering me a way out of my desperation. But it came with a catch—I became his mistress, caught in a twisted dance of power and desire. I thought my loyalty would earn me his love, but all I got was pain and humiliation. When I finally decided to leave him and start a new life, he came begging for my forgiveness, desperate and wild-eyed. Is this the beginning of redemption, or just another chapter of his control?