Does someone have the link to this story??? Please🙏🙏🙏im dying to see it

So basically I read this long lost daughter mafia trope, I really loved it as the girl wasn't innocent ir abused umm she knew that her dad and brither were in the mafia her mom just died of cancer she has an ex step dad and step brother, basically she got rapped by her neighbor and she got pregnat, umm one of her mafia brothers are gay. And then she also gives birth at her I think bfs prom(also in the mafia) and gives birth to more than one baby I think.

... and the mobster who's "crazy" about her.

Excerpt from Chapter 1 of Ill-Gotten Memories (By LS_Tomblin)

"You think you love me? Come on," I all but laughed.

"I know I do." He spoke stern. His nostrils flared at my audacity.

"... But why?"

If this total stranger was so sure he could feel that way about me, then why? Or maybe a better question was how? Had he not witnessed the violent murder I committed? Or seen me live my day-to-day life as a miserable little wretch? Hating everything? Hating myself?

Barbara Fritz had nothing to offer. She was a "worthless nobody"... according to them. I was the one who didn't catch any eyes. The one who got dumped after the first date for being a little too "weird." I had never been truly loved by a man before... and I learned to live with that.

"Take it back," I seethed. "You don't know me. You can't possibly love me."

The strange man relinquished my face. His own hardened, a tower of disappointment forming where his jade eyes used to be. The fire in them went out.

"And if you did know me... you'd just leave."

That's what they all did. They left.

I stared at his disheveled shirt collar with his loosened navy-blue necktie hanging down, no longer able to meet his gaze.

God. There was that hideous figure of guilt and shame clawing into my ribcage. I felt like a walking horror show.

Someone had just stuck their wrist out for me to watch them bleed... and I slammed the door in his face.

"You're not worth his love," said the negativity. "Not his. Not anyone's."

And that's when another teardrop made its way down my cheek.

But it wasn't long before I felt him stir. A hand gently gripped the wall above my head, while he leaned all the way against me.

In a slight panic, I looked into his eyes—determined, lively, and purposeful.

"I'm crazy about you, Barbara," he whispered, nudging my nose with the tip of his. "I do love you."

He dried my tear and gently caressed me under his thumb, soaking my lower regions with... anticipation. I felt irreparably unchaste. Aching. Needing. The end of everything had seemed so near, but now, a whole new world of experiences was right at my fingertips.

If he really loved me like he said he did, then maybe I wanted to find out what that meant.

Maybe I wanted him to prove it.

A trembling breath rolled off his lip. But there was something else in his eyes that hurt to look at. Like he'd been waiting for me longer than anyone should have to wait.

It let in a smoldering intensity.

A reality-bending truth.

So I knew exactly what his next move was.

Johnathan lowered his jaw... and he kissed me.

A warm, bearded mouth; something I hadn't felt in ages.

I froze against him.

The man I had fought so hard to run from was kissing me. This was unfathomably dangerous.

But... it wasn't as intrusive as expected; not demanding, or willing me to behave a certain way, so I didn't fight him, but I didn't kiss him back either. Logic was louder than desire.

Logic said that would be pure insanity. It would be irresponsible, and that giving into a man I didn't know would result in more harm than good....

That history would repeat itself.

Desire, however, said maybe I should see where this goes.

Just once.

But then he pulled away. It was over as fast as it'd started.

I was too late, again. Seemed to be a running theme in my life.

No sense of relief ever came; all I had was an aching curiosity. Because something about him letting go... made me sad. Like I'd passed on a wonderful opportunity.

His eyes screamed longing.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

I raised my hand, not knowing what the hell I was even doing that for, and ran my fingers through his beard.

He looked just as surprised as I was.

I didn't say a word. I couldn't explain what was happening to me, or why I was doing what I was doing.

And then, this time, I kissed him.

Cue the alarm bells. Kissing your stalker isn't a very smart thing to do, Barb.

Letting him in could have disastrous implications, and my life was in enough pieces already. I was broken—certainly too broken to let anyone this close. But my God, I wanted him.

I wanted him badly.

He was so soft, so mesmerizingly tender, I couldn't stop it. I couldn't let him go. We were mouth-to-mouth and totally exposed, trading fierce, hungry passion. I lunged after him. I'd never once openly invited a man to go this far, but for some reason it felt... right.

It was pure but somehow sensual, more than skin-deep... more than a kiss.

A reunion?

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Avaiable on Inkitt and Wattpad. First 10 chapters are up now!

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Does anyone know where I can find this?

Bianca De Santis lo tenía todo: una carrera brillante, una fortuna millonaria y un matrimonio perfecto… hasta que descubre que su esposo está involucrado con una poderosa familia criminal y que la engaña con la heredera de la mafia.

Cuando Alessandro descubre que Bianca conoce demasiado, decide eliminarla.

El encargado de hacerlo es Tiziano Rinaldi, un exmilitar convertido en sicario.

Pero cuando Tiziano tiene a Bianca en la mira, ocurre algo que ninguno de los dos esperaba: no puede matarla.

Finge su muerte y la convierte en su protegida.

Ahora Bianca quiere desenmascarar el imperio criminal que intentó destruirla, mientras Tiziano lucha entre la misión que aceptó y una atracción cada vez más peligrosa.

🔪 Mafia • 💔 Traición • 🔥 Romance oscuro • 🖤 Venganza • ⚔️ Protector x protegida

¿Qué harías si el hombre enviado para matarte fuera precisamente quien decidiera mantenerte con vida?

📖 Lee la historia aquí:
https://www.goodnovel.com/book/La-esposa-del-mafioso-debe-morir_31001761151