WARNING: This story contains mature content intended for adult readers only. Discretion is advised.

This book will contain 3 different stories that will bring you the hottest scene ever!

1st Story: The Mafia's Blind Wife

(Tempory Blind FL x Mafia ML)

2nd Story: His Innocent Amazona

(Amazona WARRIOR FL x Mafia Boss ML)

3rd Story: The Mafia's Nanny

(Nanny FL x Mafia ML w/ DID or multiple personality)

An accidental act of heroism reshaped Sera’s life entirely. She lost her sight saving the grandmother of a stranger. In return for her goodness, she was forced into marriage with the old woman’s grandson, Lucian Vitale. He was a mysterious businessman with no interest in love, and as people whispered, colder than ice. Given her circumstances, Sera had no choice but to accept. She became his pretend wife, bound by contract. It was a kind of relationship she’d never imagined living.
 
Sera had never planned to fall for a man she’d never seen. But with every touch, every murmur from Lucian, she was slowly pulled under by longing and feelings that should never have taken root. In darkness, she learned to love—and to bleed.
 
Then came the day her vision returned. She heard a truth that shattered her world and tore at her heart. Frightened beyond reason, Sera ran and vanished. She carried a secret in her womb: the child of their passionate nights together.
 
Four years slipped by. A man stepped back into her life. Same voice, same scent, same way his hands found hers… but he did not know her. He had amnesia. Can Sera escape the man who once meant everything to her? Or is this fate’s way of calling them back to settle what they began—in their beds, their hearts, and the secrets that still wait to be told?
 
Between lies, desire, and memories… will they choose each other still?

WARNING: This chapter contains brutal, graphic content not suitable for young readers. Reader discretion is advised.


"Idiot! My ne mozhem, on velel nam privesti yeye k nemu zhivoy i zdorovoy!"


("Idiot! We can't—he ordered us to bring her back alive and well!") The man holding Aello cut off his companion, his grip tight on her shoulder.


He looked down at her-she stared past him, face blank as if she hadn't registered the carnage around them. He was broader than she was by a head, and a smirk played across his masked face as he sized her up.


What chance did a woman like her stand against trained men? They'd all asked themselves the same question, and come to the same conclusion.


Chapter 89 - Her Rage