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Mercy No Mercy

At the Mercy of DeLuca

When professional thief Isla Moretti steals a seemingly ordinary ledger, she unknowingly sets off a chain reaction of bloodshed and betrayal. The ledger contains the darkest secrets of the DeLuca crime family, making her the prime target of Luca DeLuca, the ruthless mafia heir determined to recover it at all costs. Expecting to be killed, Isla is instead given a blood oath—an unbreakable contract binding her to Luca until the ledger is found. Forced to work together, they uncover a disturbing truth: someone inside the DeLuca family orchestrated the theft, and a hidden enemy is playing them both. As Isla and Luca navigate the dangerous underworld, they face assassination attempts, double-crosses, and their own growing attraction. Isla, determined to escape, discovers that the ledger holds more than financial secrets—it contains the key to a secret fortune that could destroy every mafia family in the city. Just as Isla begins to trust Luca, she learns a devastating truth—her mysterious employer, the one who hired her for the heist, was using her as a pawn all along. Meanwhile, Luca’s suspicions are confirmed when a close ally betrays him, selling them both out to a powerful rival mafia. When Isla is captured by the enemy, Luca is forced to confront his feelings—he doesn’t just need her for the ledger; he wants her alive. Waging war to get her back, he discovers that their true enemy isn’t just after the ledger—they want to wipe out the entire DeLuca family and take over the underworld. With enemies closing in, Isla and Luca are left with one choice: join forces or die apart. Their uneasy alliance turns into something deeper as they realize that trusting each other is their only way out. In a final gambit, Isla risks her life to destroy the ledger forever, ensuring that no one—not Luca, not their enemies—can use it for power. But the price is high—Luca’s family turns against him for choosing Isla over their empire. With everything stacked against them, Isla and Luca make their final stand together, tearing down their enemies one by one. In the end, Luca claims his rightful place as the king of the underworld, but with one crucial difference—Isla is standing beside him, not as his captive, but as his equal. Because in the mafia, love isn’t a fairytale—it’s a blood oath.
Eddy_James_3131 · 489 Views

A withering flower at devil's mercy

“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please… let me go,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper. Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But the white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?
Akira_Kanesada · 88.2K Views

No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
Dlustery · 1.1K Views
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