Dear Santa,

All I wanted for Christmas was a quiet holiday, a box of donuts, and maybe—just maybe—a kiss underneath a mistletoe from Prince Charming. Instead, I got Dominic—the mafia king.

It started with one questionable decision (mine, obviously), and Dominic swooping in like a Christmas knight—if knights wore tailored suits and had cheekbones sharp enough to slice wrapping paper.

Now, I’m stuck in his penthouse, and while there’s no mistletoe, the tension’s hotter than roasted chestnuts.

He’s bossy, infuriating, and far too attractive for my sanity. And the way he looks at me? Let’s just say it’s a one-way ticket to your naughty list.

Dominic’s hiding secrets darker than Scrooge’s midlife crisis, and every part of me knows I should run.

But Christmas is unraveling, and I’m spiraling faster than a snowflake in a blizzard—straight into his arms.

Send elves!

And Santa? Make them quick.

He’s my brother’s best friend, my first kiss, and now… my captor forcing me to say, I do.

Sure, Mikhail Morozova is dangerously gorgeous—think ice-blue eyes and a body that could ruin your life.

He’s also stupidly rich and more dangerous than a loaded gun.

Years ago, he kissed me like I was his whole world. Then? He vanished, leaving me with shattered pride and an embarrassingly persistent crush.

Now he’s back, and apparently, I’m his.

His bride.

His prisoner.

His problem.

Mikhail says marrying him will “protect” me, but let’s call it what it is: a power play.

One that includes dragging me to a secluded estate and laying down rules I’m definitely going to break.

Yet somehow, every time he growls out a threat, I forget how to breathe—and when he touches me, I forget why I hate him.

This is no fairy tale. He’s ruthless, controlling, and infuriatingly cocky.

But beneath the cold fa?ade is the man who’s haunted my dreams for years.

The one who makes me question if there’s more to this forced marriage than a brutal bargain.

Falling for Mikhail would be a disaster… but when he whispers, “You’re mine,” disaster feels a lot like destiny.

Being a single dad has changed the hot billionaire.

His gaze is intense, filled with a newfound fierceness. A protector.

I never expected to see him again but here he is, his presence as commanding as ever.

His features are just as strikingly handsome as they were years ago.

My relationship with Xander was a rollercoaster destined to crash so,

I saved us both the trouble and left.

The only thing I regret is the one thing that I absolutely had to do.

Leaving our baby on his doorstep nine years ago.

Now that he's here, he wants answers.

I'm trying my best not to fall for the man who claimed my heart years ago…

for the sake of our child.

But the billionaire heir will not be dismissed, now that he has…

the Don's Doorstep Baby

They call me a princess, but the mafia has no use for damsels in distress. Until Graham Steele waltzed in.

When two men cornered me that night at the bar, the handsome billionaire appeared with effortless authority and saved me.

I woke up in his mansion, snow piling up outside, trapping me with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Grumpy.

As the snow piles higher and the temperature drops, so do our defenses. The proximity reveals vulnerabilities we never wanted to show.

One night, he claimed my body, and I surrendered to him completely.

But when the snow melts and reality crashes back in, we realize that “we” can't happen.

We come from different worlds and falling for each other could destroy us both.

Just imagine the headline: “The Grumpy Billionaire's Mafia Princess.”

We might be a disaster waiting to happen, but the truth is… I already crave the storm.

In four months, I'll be free from our fake marriage.

But in nine months… I'll be giving birth to his heir.

Nico clawed his way to the top, now ruling as the ruthless Don.

His chiseled jawline and smoldering dark eyes would make any heart skip a beat, but I'm his unwilling prize. As they say, break my heart twice…shame on me.

Each day is a battlefield. His presence is a storm—intense, inescapable.

His grip on my waist is a possessive claim I can't shake.

Four months of pretending, of playing the obedient wife—that's all I have to survive before he sets me free.

But somewhere along the way, the act became real.

Our sham marriage turned into stolen kisses and heated nights.

His touch, once suffocating, now sends electric shivers down my spine.

But when the time comes, will he let me go? Or will his legacy bind me to him forever?

I had one fiery night with a mysterious stranger, and then I was forced to marry him.

The ruthless don is twice my age, dangerous, and oozing power—everything I was taught to avoid.

Yet I cant forget how his touch set my world on fire.

The next morning, I disappeared. No names, no promises, no looking back… or so I thought.

Months later, fate intervenes.

He stands before me: Ivan Volkov, billionaire and ruthless leader of the Russian Bratva.

This time, it's no coincidence.

He knows exactly who I am: Lucia Maranzano, mafia princess in hiding.

Now, he's invoking a deal made with a dead man to force me into marriage.

I should despise him. But my body betrays me,

remembering every forbidden touch, every heated whisper from that one night.

As enemies, we clash. As lovers, we burn.

In the end, theres no escaping the don—I'll either surrender to his power or rise as his equal,

bound by these ruthless vows.