Beautiful Butterfly

Luciano Salvatore 'The Bullet' was born, raised, and comes from a long family line of serial killers. But he wants nothing to do with that legacy. The block that has made it impossible for him to run away from all of it is his uncle, Don Mauro. The most powerful drug lord and a serial killer who had snapped a long time ago. Don Mauro promised to kill Luciano's remaining family to keep him in check. On his mother's death anniversary, Luciano tried to go against Don Mauro to make his mother proud by doing the right thing and trying to save a woman named Keirah from becoming his uncle's victim in his sex trade. Unfortunately for him, he fell in love with her at first sight. He finds out later that Don Mauro was not after Keirah for the sex trade, but Keirah is a biomedical engineer his uncle has been searching for. A person Don Mauro will do anything to possess. Succumbing to his heart's desire, even after Luciano finds out about this information. He tries to protect her in the only way he knows how. By kidnapping her and running away with her and his family out of the Mafia world. Setting them both on an expected path toward a love-and-hate relationship while discovering the hidden supernatural fate set upon them. What chances does Luciano have for survival and redemption while caught up in his unfamiliar feelings for Keirah? A woman who has feelings for someone else. *** “Are you still in love with him when you know he is a married man?” “Why is it bad for me to love him? I loved him first before her.” Luciano's gaze turns more deadly as he shouts at Keirah. “EREDE IS A MARRIED MAN. HE MARRIED YOUR SISTER. HE IS YOUR BROTHER-IN-LAW!” “I loved him first. He was with me longer. He was my first love.” “Anita is your only sister. And she needs your help now. Is that the reason you are not giving the codes to save her?” Her eyes wander, and she says nothing. “Are you telling me now? That you are still in love with him. After us… after all this? Fuck Keirah… He left you on the altar and married your sister. And he is playing you.” She tucks her hair, glances to her side, and lowers her gaze. “What about me, Keirah? Have you tried loving me as you did with him?” Keirah tucks her hair and nods again, lowering her eyes again. “What happened? " “I couldn't.” “Do you see me in him? And think that I would intentionally hurt you, Keirah, or is this my punishment because you think I kidnapped you? " “Well, you kidnapped me. It's not a thought. It has been my reality for more than a week now.” “I did not kidnap you, Keirah. Why won't you believe me? I tried to save you. It is not me, Keirah. It was not me who wanted to hurt you.” Luciano shouts. “Do you regret sleeping with me yesterday?” “No.” “Then why? ...... But you kissed me… you made love to me,” Luciano cries out. He cries in pain. She stands up and then takes a few steps back. And lowers her eyes. Luciano calms down as he speaks to her in a muffled voice. “Do you feel he is good for you?” Silent… “Just answer the question, Keirah. Is he a good guy? Can I trust him to take care of you?” She tucks her hair as she replies. “Yes.” “Better than I could take care of you?” “Different.” “What does that mean?” “You are a Mafia, and he is a big, pathetic lie.” PLEASE NOTE THIS BOOK CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, MATURE AND DISTURBING SCENES 18+

“I, Trajan son of the late Alpha King Allen, reject you…” Grace quickly ran up to him, bringing her shaking hand to seal his mouth tightly with all the energy left in her to stop him from uttering any more words in his rejection of her. He then raised his eyes and looked at her with angry, warning eyes. With fear and sadness in her eyes, she unwillingly let go of his mouth. And she abruptly pulled Trajan into her chest in a tight hug. Pleading with him in a shaking, fear-filled voice in tears. “Please don't do it. I am begging you not to reject me. Don’t reject us. “I will do everything you want me to do…. Please don’t reject us. The moon goddess chose you for me. My wolf will die without you. Please…” In the following second, Grace was already in front of him on her knees as she continued to plead with him, still crying and filled with fear and pain. “Will you do anything…?!” he questioned her and she nodded, and then he smiled devilishly. “I need you to do a location spell. Find Alpha Xendy’s fated mate and kill her for me.” **** Alpha Xendy has been searching for his mate since he turned eighteen. At a hundred years old, he has lost hope and is losing his powers and influence in the largest Pack in America. The council is pushing for a chosen mate, Grace, and his ruthless stepbrother, Trajan, who he believes killed his mother for the Alpha position, has been planning to take over in the last century. He thinks those are his only problems until he is haunted by his late father's actions and enemies. Bewitched by her stepmother, Iyya is a nineteen-year-old who has been condemned to live in a peacock's body. She is brought into a supernatural world she never knew existed after her transformation. Fate has brought Iyya and Xendy together as destined mates, but there is more to be revealed to these two. A choice between life and death, a choice between love and the lives of the entire werewolf's lives, lies in their hands. PLEASE NOTE THIS BOOK CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, MATURE AND DISTURBING SCENES 18+

After working several end jobs. A taxi driver, Naomi was desperate and finally found a job that could pay for her mother's hospital bills. As an escort for a high-profile successful billionaire, Salah. And not to her expectations, she not only ends up falling in love with him. But gets pregnant with his child. Giving birth while in hiding to his child and hiding the child away from him. Five years later. The unlucky, Naomi, finds out she doesn't have a lot of time to live. This is the story of Naomi's planned one last night with her son's daddy bringing to light what neither Salah nor Naomi ever thought happened and would happen in their lives. *** “Is it because I was once an escort? Someone who sold her body for money could never be trusted. Right? After all, I saved you while working as an escort. ” Salah averts his gaze. “From the very start. The first day you lay your eyes on me. You never gave me the benefit of the doubt. You already made up your mind about me. “I was not someone you could trust in anything. I was a liar and still am in your eyes. That is the sole reason you were hiding me and our relationship. For a whole year that it lasted. “You hid me from everyone like I was a sort of contagious disease. I could not talk to anyone about our relationship. I could never get pregnant because the baby out of wedlock could never be yours. “Explain to me why. Why was my worth for loving you measured by who I was and the amount of what I owned? “Explain to me why I am a bad mother.” “Why did you keep him from me? Why did you give birth to him without telling me?” “What was the use of telling you when you never wanted me to have your child? What is the use of telling you if he was going to be treated the way you treated me? “The child is mine. He has nothing to do with you. Mine alone, I chose to have him. I chose to keep him. It was up to me to keep him in my womb, and it was up to me to raise him.

“I, Trajan son of the late Alpha King Allen, reject you…” Grace jumped, holding her hand tight on Trajan's mouth to stop him from continuing to speak. And pulling Trajan in her chest into a tight hug. Pleading with him in tears. “Please don't do it. I am begging you not to reject me. Don't reject us. “I will do everything you want me to do…. Please don't reject us. The moon goddess chose you for me. My wolf will die without you. Please…” Grace was already in front of him on her knees as she cried in fear and pain. “Will you do anything…?!” She nodded, and he smiled devilishly. “I need you to do a location spell. Find Alpha Xendy's fated mate and kill her for me.” **** Alpha Xendy has been searching for his mate since he turned eighteen. At a hundred years old, he has lost hope and is losing his powers and influence in the largest Pack in America. The council is pushing for a chosen mate, Grace, and his ruthless stepbrother, Trajan, who he believes killed his mother for the Alpha position has been planning to take over in the last century. He thinks those are his only problems until he is haunted by his late father's actions and enemies. Bewitched by her stepmother, Iyya is a nineteen-year-old who has been condemned to live in a peacock's body. She is brought into a supernatural world she never knew existed after her transformation. Fate has brought Iyya and Xendy together as destined mates, but there is more to be revealed to these two. A choice between life and death, a choice between love and the lives of the entire werewolf's lives, lies in their hands. PLEASE NOTE THIS BOOK CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, MATURE AND DISTURBING SCENES 18

On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up. As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress. The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me. The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one. With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered. I chose the one man they never expected. I chose his father, the Don himself.

My marriage to Joshua Caldwell was a prison sentence. I was a Hartman trophy, sold to the powerful family who had destroyed mine. Then I discovered he was cheating. His mistress was pregnant with the child he denied me, and he was stealing my secret song lyrics to build her career. When I confronted him, he called me a spineless liability and threatened to destroy what was left of my family. To make matters worse, a one-night stand with a stranger turned out to be with my husband's brother, Anthony Caldwell-the Don of the city. He knew all of Joshua's secrets and used them to trap me in a twisted game, seeing me as nothing more than an asset. They both thought I was a broken doll they could control. I wrote a song for his mistress, a beautiful execution with a single, impossible note I knew would destroy her voice. She sang it, and now her career is over. Now the Don has summoned me to Chicago, not knowing the woman he thinks is his asset is the one who just burned his brother's world to the ground.

At my boyfriend's poorest moment, I suddenly broke up with him. Later, he became a Don in the Mafia and married me by any means necessary. Everyone said he loved me to the bone. But every night, he brought different women home, deliberately trying to provoke me. I asked no questions, shed no tears, and never disturbed his trysts with his mistresses. He went crazy with rage instead, kissing me fiercely and demanding, "Why aren't you jealous?" He didn't know I was sick. Dying. While he was furiously taking his revenge on me, I was slowly walking toward death.

When Jimena, a young single mother with a dark past and a violent ex she's desperate to forget, crosses paths with Alessio Fanucci, a dangerous mafia heir, her world is turned upside down. All she wanted was to get by working as a maid at the Fanucci mansion and to keep her distance from the three infamous Fanucci brothers as much as possible. Things take a turn when the oldest brother and heir, Alessio, breaks off his arranged engagement with his ex and urgently needs a new one. Alessio, cold, ruthless, dominant, and not someone anyone talks back to, sees the quiet Jimena as nothing more than his pawn. Meanwhile, she sees Alessio as nothing more than another monster she needs to escape. As they spend more time together, the lines between fake and reality begin to blur, and they discover they have more in common than they initially thought. Tensions rise when Jimena's ex returns, threatening her new comfortable life and the secrets she’s been withholding. He is out for revenge and is determined to go to any length for it, even if that means forming an alliance with the Fanuccis' enemy, who happens to be the family of Alessio’s ex. With a war, untold truths, and feelings at stake, will Jimena’s newly formed bonds keep standing, or will everything around her crumble?

Tomorrow was my wedding day to Jason Brennan, the heir to a powerful Mafia family. My family, the Falcones, had even taken in an orphaned girl, Elena, treating her like my own sister. But in my nightmare of a past life, I choked on my own blood, poisoned by the arsenic Elena slipped into my food every day. As I lay agonizingly close to death, Jason stood over me with a cold laugh, holding Elena in his arms. "We just needed the Falcone wealth, Bella. And the docks." Then came the gunfire. I was forced to watch them slaughter my father and my brother, tearing my family out by the roots. After my death, Elena even spread vicious rumors that I was a barren spinster, twisting their foul betrayal into a tragic tale of noble sacrifice to completely destroy my legacy. The metallic tang of my own blood was so real I could still taste the ash. I didn't understand why the girl my family sheltered for eight years would repay our charity with such venom. And I understood even less how the man who swore to love me could orchestrate my brutal murder without a shred of hesitation. Bolting upright in bed, drenched in cold sweat, I realized I had returned to the night before my wedding. This time, I wouldn't just cancel the engagement. I would hand their treason directly to the Mafia's most terrifying Enforcer, and watch them burn.

My adoptive family, the Castillos, treated their biological children like royalty, but used me as a disposable pawn. To secure a mafia alliance, they forced me to take my beautiful sister's place and marry Don Damien Moretti, a man rumored to be a ruthless, bloodthirsty monster. They thought they were sending me to my execution. At our engagement banquet, my mother and sister deliberately gifted me a cheap, counterfeit gown to humiliate me in front of New York's elite. When I publicly exposed their lie, my father demanded I apologize. My mother even raised her hand to slap me in front of everyone. "You are a vicious curse! You ruin everything!" They eagerly waited for the Don to execute me on the spot for embarrassing them. I had spent years secretly saving their company from bankruptcy and supplying the underground experimental drugs that kept my brother's mafia career alive. Yet, they threw me to the wolves without a second thought, disgusted by my very existence. But they didn't know that just an hour before the banquet, I had saved a bleeding, masked stranger in a dark alley-who turned out to be Damien Moretti himself.

Three days after my fiancé publicly dumped me for my stepsister, the Supreme Don issued a command that silenced the entire estate. I wasn't being cast aside. I was being sold to Damien Russo. The "Broken Don." A crippled, scarred monster rumored to have murdered his last two wives. My adoptive mother, Elena, didn't cry for me. She smirked. To her, I was finally being disposed of. She was so confident I was walking to my death that she decided to loot my corpse before I even left. She forged documents to steal my entire inheritance—my biological mother’s trust fund—to pay for my stepsister’s lavish wedding to my ex. "She won't need money where she's going," my stepsister laughed, wearing a dress bought with my stolen funds. They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter. They thought I was too weak, too stupid, and too afraid of the monster to fight back. But they made a fatal mistake. With my aunt’s help, I didn't just find the proof of their embezzlement; I found a weapon. I’m not running from the monster. I’m going to marry him. And when I hand him the evidence that the Herrera family stole from his bride, he won't be my executioner. He will be my vengeance.

I spent three years hating Damien Castillo, the ruthless mafia Don who kidnapped me from my engagement party and ruined my reputation. But in the end, it was my perfect fiancé, Julian, and my sweet half-sister, Sophia, who slipped the deadly poison into my wine. As the venom burned through my veins in that freezing cellar, I watched Julian smile. He and Sophia had orchestrated my brutal death. She had been sleeping in his bed all along, intentionally miscarrying his bastard child just to frame me as 'impure' and strip me of my family's protection. My own father used me as a political pawn, letting them throw me away like garbage. And Damien? The monster I had fought and despised for years marched straight into a suicide ambush for me. He was riddled with bullets, turning his body into a human shield just to buy me a few more seconds of life. "Touch her and you die." I died in that blood-soaked basement, clutching his lifeless body, suffocating on my own blind trust. Why did I ever believe the golden boy who betrayed me? Why did I fight the only man who truly loved me? Opening my eyes again, the stench of copper and mold was gone, replaced by the scent of Cuban cigars and black silk. I was back in 1928, on the exact night Damien stormed my engagement party and locked me in his penthouse. This time, when the ruthless Don approached me, I didn't scream or run back to my killers. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved. He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, and tapped his screen again. "Done," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. That was Dante Moretti. The Underboss. A man who could smell a lie from a mile away but couldn't see that his wife had just handed him an annulment decree disguised beneath a stack of mundane logistics reports. For three years, I scrubbed his blood out of his shirts. I saved his family's alliance when his ex, Sofia, ran off with a civilian. In return, he treated me like furniture. He left me in the rain to save Sofia from a broken nail. He left me alone on my birthday to drink champagne on a yacht with her. He even handed me a glass of whiskey—her favorite drink—forgetting that I despised the taste. I was merely a placeholder. A ghost in my own home. So, I stopped waiting. I burned our wedding portrait in the fireplace, left my platinum ring in the ashes, and boarded a one-way flight to San Francisco. I thought I was finally free. I thought I had escaped the cage. But I underestimated Dante. When he finally opened that file weeks later and realized he had signed away his wife without looking, the Reaper didn't accept defeat. He burned down the world to find me, obsessed with reclaiming the woman he had already thrown away.

I replaced my twin sister in a marriage contract to the ruthless Mafia Don, Donovan Blackwood. For three years, I was a ghost in his home, silently enduring his coldness while he flaunted his mistress, Chloe. On the very last day of our contract, Chloe staged an accident. Donovan didn't hesitate. He forced me to drain my blood to save her life. Then, to prove his loyalty to her, he drove me to the cliffs and pushed me into the freezing ocean. He even locked me in a cellar infested with spiders—my deepest phobia—because she lied and said I threatened her. He thought he was punishing the spoiled, arrogant Isabella. He didn't know he was breaking Ava, the woman who had silently memorized his allergies and waited up for him in the dark every single night. When I finally took my fifty million dollars and vanished, I left behind nothing but the divorce papers and a photo revealing the truth. He tore the city apart, destroying my family to find me, only to realize he had tortured the wrong woman. Now, he is standing on my porch in the pouring rain, staring in horror at the simple wooden ring on my finger given to me by another man. He falls to his knees, begging for a chance to love the wife he tried to destroy. I look at him, feeling absolutely nothing. "It's too late, Donovan," I say, locking the door. "You killed her."