📜: Empire of Ash & Vows Main Characters Elena Moretti (27) – Heiress to the Moretti Syndicate – Cold, razor-sharp strategist – Billionaire through arms, shipping, and underground finance – Never smiles unless she’s winning – Known as La Regina di Cenere — The Ash Queen Dante Vescari (41) – Head of the Vescari Empire – Ruthless, composed, terrifyingly calm – Controls oil routes, private security, and global black markets – Billionaire twice over – Called Il Silenzio — because when he speaks, people disappear Age gap: 14 years Story: Their families have been at war for seven years. • He destroyed her father’s oil routes • She sank three of his ships • He ordered an execution that cost her cousin his life • She leaked information that sent his uncle to prison They are equals in power, intellect, and cruelty. Which makes the hatred personal. Everything changes when a third empire rises—The Black Crown Collective. Bigger. Younger. More brutal. Within weeks: – Elena survives an assassination attempt – Dante’s vaults are breached – Both empires bleed millions overnight The message is clear: Join or fall. A truce is proposed. Elena refuses. Dante accepts—for both of them. They begin working together. Reluctantly. Carefully. Meetings stretch into hours. Arguments turn heated. Plans are flawless because they think the same way—merciless, precise, brilliant. Elena starts noticing things: – Dante never raises his voice – He drinks espresso, never alcohol – He always positions himself between her and danger Dante notices more: – She never sleeps more than four hours – She hides bruises beneath silk – She trusts no one—but she listens to him. The Black Crown takes Elena. Dante doesn’t negotiate. He burnss three cities’ worth of assets in twelve hours. Breaks alliances. Declares war. When he finds her drenched in red but unbroken—he doesn’t touch her at first. He just brought her to his penthouse. Not because she's weak but because he was.. afraid.

📜: Ruthlessly Claimed Myra Allonso and Christian Sokolov were never meant to want each other. Their marriage was a transaction—stitched together by legacy, power, and expectation. From the beginning, resistance lived between them, sharp and unyielding. Yet when rooms filled with threats and danger breathed too close, they stood side by side without a word, bodies angled in silent protection, instincts aligned before pride ever could be. They never spoke of feelings. They never needed to. Nights were claimed by familiarity, by tension that had nowhere else to go. Mornings returned them to distance—tailored suits, controlled expressions, and a silence so practiced it felt intentional. What neither admitted was how deeply they had memorized each other in those quiet hours. Christian treated the case against him like an inconvenience, another problem money or fear would erase. He didn’t anticipate fate waiting in the courtroom—cool-eyed, unflinching, standing between him and ruin. Myra didn’t hesitate. Law was her weapon, and she wielded it with precision meant only for him. From the shadows, his rival Marco watched. He tested boundaries, mistaking her calm for availability, her restraint for weakness. He never noticed the way Christian’s attention sharpened, how the air shifted when Myra was near danger. They still didn’t speak of love. But the world would learn— he would burn it down for her and call it business. she would dismantle everything that came for him and call it justice. And some truths didn’t need words at all. You don’t touch what belongs to a Sokolov. And you don’t threaten what an Allonso protects. Intro- I didn’t care about the courtroom. I was already bored when the doors opened. Then I felt it. Myra walked in like she owned the space. Black suit. Hair tied. Didn’t bothered to look at anyone. She shouldn’t be here. My first thought was simple and cold: They sent her to bury me. I didn’t reacted until she stood up in my defence.

📜: Vows of Vengeance The marriage was still fresh—ink barely dry on contracts, wedding rings heavier than promises. Amara Ellison wore her new surname like armor. To the world, she was now the wife of Dante Russo—the Italian Mafia boss whose name alone could collapse stock markets and end bloodlines. To Marcus, she was a living nightmare. The woman he betrayed had not broken, had not begged, had not disappeared quietly. She had married his enemy instead. The revenge was precise. Public. Irreversible. Every headline that mentioned 'Mrs. Russo' was a reminder to Marcus of what he had lost—and who now stood against him. The secretary was irrelevant. Lily had been a convenience. Power, however, had always been Amara’s language. Dante was power incarnate. Their marriage was efficient, calculated, mutually beneficial. She gained protection, reach, and fear. He gained legitimacy, alliances, and a woman the world underestimated at its own peril. There were no illusions of romance—only sharp intelligence and colder intent. What Amara didn’t acknowledge—what she refused to name—was the way Dante watched her. Not as a husband craving affection, but as a man who had anticipated this outcome long before she chose it. He gave her space, never questioned her plans, never interfered with her vengeance. He simply ensured nothing—and no one—stood in her way. They shared a home, a name, a future written in ink and blood. Amara moved pieces on the board with Marcus at the center, fully convinced she was the one playing the game. She didn’t see it yet. That while she married Dante Russo to destroy another man— Dante had already made sure she would never walk away untouched.

Christian Russo carried the kind of reputation that didn’t need to be spoken. In Italy, men lowered their voices when his name came up. In America, even the boldest families stepped aside when he entered a room. He wasn’t just feared — he was obeyed. Which made him the perfect fiancé for Aurora Allonso’s older sister, Ayana Allonso. An alliance between two powerful mafia families. A clean arrangement. A future sealed. But fate had a cruel sense of humor. Because the first time Aurora saw him, she knew — and so did he — that the wrong sister had been promised. Their closeness didn’t begin with anything dramatic. It started with the small things, the kind that crept in quietly and tightened around her like silk. The way Christian always position­ed himself between her and danger — even when there was none. The way his gaze flickered to her first when stepping into a room, as if checking she was safe before acknowledging anyone else. The way he seemed calmer around her father — one of the most feared mafia bosses in New York, only when she was nearby. Aurora tried to ignore it. He was her sister’s fiancé. A man carved from cold loyalty and brutal precision. A man her father respected. A man she could never have. But Christian moved through rooms like a shadow that somehow always found her. Not close enough to accuse him of anything… yet never far enough to forget him. And that invisible thread between them tightened, day by day — a slow, silent inevitability neither of them dared name. Story: At the party, The man’s hand slid around Aurora’s waist. He didn’t even finish the touch. A sound cracked through the room — sharp, sudden, deadly. The man screamed, collapsing to his knees, clutching his red pouring hand as the entire party froze. Christian Russo didn’t look shaken. He didn’t even look angry. He just lowered his hand and the thing, calm as ice, eyes locked on Aurora like she was the only person he cared whether she was breathing.

Richard Kaynath. Mafia boss. Ice in his veins, danger in his gaze. His piercing blue eyes could cut through lies, people… even steel. Elizabeth Kaynath. Businesswoman. Calculated, untouchable, with long dark hair and brown eyes that hid storms behind their calm. She signed deals while the world tried to keep up with her. They were married not for love, but for power. Two forces, equally dangerous, standing together for the empire… yet worlds apart in silence. Loyalty between them didn’t need to be spoken. It was instinctive. When anyone dared to raise a hand, or a voice, against Elizabeth, Richard was always there, shadowing her. When Richard’s empire faced threats, Elizabeth moved like a silent storm, protecting him without question. Possessive, careful, unyielding — neither admitted it aloud, but the bond was real. The pull, the tension, the unspoken understanding: it lingered in the same room, in every glance, in every step. Richard Kaynath and Elizabeth Kaynath: Bound by marriage, driven by ambition, loyal beyond words, and dangerous enough to make villains become lovers.

“The Distance Between Us” Mafia Husband × Dark Feminine Wife (Arranged, Not in Love… Yet) A quiet, dimly lit office. Heavy shadows. A storm outside. “They didn’t marry for love. They married for power. But power has a strange way of creating its own gravity…” ~HIM~ Adrian Sokolov — 32 years old, 6ft, tailored suit, unreadable eyes, voice calm but lethal. A ruthless mafia boss who can pause every moment with his cold gaze. Adrian: “You don’t have to like this. But I’ll make sure you’re protected. Always.” ~HER~ Elena Valerio(now Elena Sokolov) — 24 years old, 5'7ft, dark silk long hair, confident movements, gaze sharp enough to cut. A successful businesswoman also a mafia heir of Valerio dynasty. Elena: “Protection is not what I need. Respect is enough.” [The tension between them was static] They stand a few feet apart. Close… but not close enough.They don’t touch. They barely talk. But they watch each other like they’ve known each other since decades. Their marriage was out of business not love but both of them accepted it silently. They weren’t lovers. They weren’t even friends. But in a room full of enemies… they always ended up on the same side,hand in hand, protecting each other silently like their life depends on each other. They didn’t say it out loud… They didn’t had to. Because loyalty came to them naturally. And somewhere in the quiet, in the distance they kept something wa changing every moment.

An arrange marriage with enemy... but arranged by himself? Ryan Russo, a name feared and worshipped in underworld. He knows nothing better than getting blood on his hands. The only softness that's ever crossed his eyes were when you guys argued over any deak. There were cold eye contacts that lasted more than it should have, deals that could have his easily were somehow yours. He is the dark god of the mafia world and you're the sunshine hairess of Vale Corporation. You love challenging him. But what happens when your father announces a marriage between you and Ryan? Will you accept it as your fate or fight it? About Ryan: 34 years old,dominating with dark hairs and blue cold eyes, 6ft mafia boss always in tailored suits. About you: 21 years old. Soft spoken but savage. 5'4, curvy with straight long brown hairs and hazel doe eyes. You are kind but can be deadly too. You're bold and not afraid to speak your mind. Also when everyone's afraid of Ryan you're not.. he never gave you the reason to be afraid. Story: Your father announced your wedding with Ryan last week. You tried to fight it but instead got engaged in two days. Now you're on a shopping session with him for the wedding. He was taking a call outside the shop, when he returned he saw an male assistant kinda touching you while helping you with a dress. He clenched his jaw and took the dresses and your hand then went to the trial room. Now will you see the jealousy of your fiancee? or it is more than that?

The dark memories were just fading as you,Malyshka Aurora came to Italy leaving your past life in NYC. A place that had your family,friends and him. Tiyan Allister. Your senior,friend and the love of your life. But he didn’t had any idea of that. Or had? About Tiyan: Dark hairs,6ft,brown eyes and fit figure. He runs his family business here. he's a 3x billionaire. You: A girl named Malyshka Aurora long brown hairs and blue doe eyes. you're a curvy but beautiful. Okay so,you came in Italy and live in a 2BH flat. You needed a room mate. Your house owner Lily bought someone today. A man in casual..but that fragrance... you left without telling him.. now how does he reacts? OMG!! It was my first talkie and a story based on my own life still you guys loved it😭 since yall loved this one pls do gimme some other ideas too. Love yall🫶