Ergebnis für "The Arranged Marriage" in Erotik

My father sold me off to a ruthless killer in the Russian mafia, an alliance between the Bratva and the Cosa Nostra. An arranged marriage where I’d be at the mercy of the man who’d no doubt see me as his property, where I was sure he’d be just as cruel and violent as every other Made Man I’d known in my life. Nikolai Petrov, known to be a sociopath and for killing anyone for the smallest infraction. And I'd be forever tied to him, an accessory he could use or dispose of any way he saw fit.

Seven tattooed possessive billionaires who propose a marriage of convenience one secret that ties them together: This is a box set of eight marriage of convenience romances, featuring grumpy, possessive Mafia billionaires who propose a pretend marriage, only to fall for their sunshine fake brides and must grovel to win their hearts, with a grand gesture that will take your breath away!

Spider, 38, ist Bodyguard und rechte Hand des irischen Mafia-Bosses Declan O'Donell. Nach einer schlechten Erfahrung glaubt er nicht mehr an die Liebe und ist bereit, eine arrangierte Ehe einzugehen, wenn sie für die Mafia von Vorteil ist.

Reyna, 33, ist die Schwester des Anführers der italienischen Mafia. Als dieser ihre 18-jährige Nichte mit Spider verheiraten will, um die Beziehungen zwischen den Mafiafamilien zu stärken, nimmt Reyna ihren Platz ein, um zu verhindern, dass sie das gleiche gewalttätige Schicksal erleidet wie sie, bevor sie zur Witwe wurde.

There were rules in the cash-for-beauty game. The money held the power. The beauty followed the rules and jumped through the hoops. The bride. I knew what everyone would think if they knew the truth about my marriage. They'd be shocked and appalled. And rightly so. I was a young, modern, independent woman, and I'd done the unthinkable. I'd sold my virginity to a spoiled rich boy. To a stranger who didn’t love me. And yes, I'd done it all for money.

Michael Byron Domenico Sovrano. He took me to pay my father's debt. He married me to further his own ambitions. He touched the murkiness inside me...and brought it to the light so I could see myself through his eyes. His cruelty broke the chains that bound me. His ferocity set me free. His touch...shattered me. So he could put me back together in a form that mocked the girl I used to be. I loved him...as much as I loathed that I couldn't get enough of him. That's why I betrayed him. It's why he'll never forgive me. It's why...I must spring the ultimate surprise....

Love is a weakness for ruthless men. And I was as weak as they came, just for her. I had a goal. Take over for my grandfather and become one of the Lords in The Commission. The New York Mafia Don. One of the Cinque Grandi. The only imposition was to get married first. To whom, it didn’t matter. As long as I was a married man, the seat would be mine. But I knew who I wanted since the first time I saw her.

Our poor Half Elven protagonist had an arranged marriage sprung on him out of the blue by his mother. Not only did she effectively sell him for the dowry, but she's handed him over to marry one of the daughters of the orc she used to adventure with. At least our protagonist has thought up a last minute plan to get out of it. They won't want him if he can convince them he's a girl, right?

Die junge, engagierte Devon kann nicht fassen, was ihr skrupelloser Vater verlangt: Sie soll den Milliardär Cain Farrell heiraten - einen Mann, den sie kaum kennt und der als Erstes klarstellt, dass sie von ihm keine Liebe erwarten kann! Doch wenn sie ablehnt, verliert sie alles, wofür sie so hart gearbeitet hat

When Valerio Royal decided I would be accompanying him to his private island, he didn't ask. He just dragged me onto his plane bound and blindfolded with my ass still sore from a spanking. Then, after he finished making me come until I almost passed out, he asked me to marry him. Supposedly it would be just a temporary arrangement, a way to save his business empire in return for some desperately needed cash for me, but I've seen the look in his eyes when he's inside me.

There has been an entail in place on the 30,000 acre Winterbourne estate for centuries. It specifies that the ownership of the estate and its assets should be passed on to the next heir on the day of their 40th birthday. However, that person must be married, else the inheritance is forfeit. Thirty-nine years old and single, the sole heir Sir William Mortimer is understandably feeling the pressure. He consults local solicitor Elizabeth Silverton for legal advice, but quickly realizes that she might be able to assist him in a much more practical way...for the right price.

Student loans are kicking in soon and the crisis looms over Trinity's head. She does what every other single, childless and soon to be smothered by rent millennial her age is doing... She signs up to become a mail order bride for the cost of her student loans. Being dark-skinned, plus-sized and unapologetically sassy in her profile, Trinity expects nothing. A little email announces her purchase with a first-class plane ticket to where? Alaska.

Billionaire Tristan Moreland has a huge problem. He needs to find a wife in less than three months, or he loses his family’s legacy! In his desperation he runs across a beautiful and outspoken woman, and offers her something she can’t refuse. Marry him and he will compensate her with all the money she could ever need!

I was never a beloved daughter. Only a prized possession to be kept in a gilded cage until my father was ready to trade. It was my duty, carved in stone and written in my blood that one day my virtue would be exchanged for an alliance. And now, that day has come. Gian Silvestro, heir to the Silvestro empire, will accept me as his wife. He will seal my fate with a kiss that holds a thousand promises. But to him, our vows only mean one thing: I am bound to him...and shackled to his hate.

Catherine's father conspired to have my father killed, and that debt to the Benedetti family must be settled. Just as he took something from me, I will take something from him. His daughter. She will be mine to punish and ravage, but when she suffers, it will not be for his sins. It will be for my pleasure. She will beg, but it will be for me to claim her in the most shameful ways imaginable. She will scream, but it will be because she doesn't think she can bear another climax. But when she surrenders at last, it will not be to her captor. It will be to her husband.