DELETE MY NUMBER (BUT HE WON'T)She sent the text to the wrong number.Every single word of it.He's gorgeous and horrible and I genuinely think he was assembled in a factory by someone who hated warmth. I hope he steps on a charger tonight. Barefoot.The reply came back in seconds.I know your name. It's Zara Elliot. Marketing, third floor. — L. VossAnd just like that, Zara Elliot's carefully held-together life cracked right down the middle.She's twenty-two, broke in the specific way that has a payment schedule, and holding up everyone around her while quietly falling apart at the seams. She sends money home every month. She eats granola bars for lunch. She works thirteen-hour days for a man who walks past her desk like she's furniture.Or so she thought.Turns out Luca Voss has known her name for eight months. He just never let her know that he knew.Now he's offering her a deal she can't refuse — eight weeks as his personal assistant for the company's charity gala season. Complete it and she gets a bonus that solves three of her biggest problems. Walk away and she loses everything.She signs the contract.She tells herself it's just business.She's wrong.Because the more time she spends in his world, the more she realizes that Luca Voss is nothing like the cold, untouchable CEO the world thinks he knows. Underneath all that control is a man carrying things no one else can see. A brother he protects at all costs. A dream he buried the night he became who his father needed him to be. A laugh that only comes out on Thursday phone calls when he thinks nobody is listening.And then there's the way he looks at her.Not through her. Not anymore.At her. Like she's the most inconvenient, unexpected, interesting problem he's ever had the misfortune of caring about.But Luca's world has teeth. A father who plays long games and doesn't lose quietly. A charming rival who uses kindness like a weapon and has had his eye on Zara since the moment he realized she was close to Luca. Company secrets. Planted spies. Tabloid stories with her name in them. And a rule that everyone around Luca seems to know without being told — people like her don't belong in a world like his.Not permanently. Not really.The problem is, Zara has never been good at following rules she didn't agree to.And Luca, for the first time in years, has stopped wanting her to leave.Delete My Number (But He Won't) is the story of two people who were never supposed to happen — a girl who holds everything together with tired hands and a man who controls everything except the one thing that actually matters. It's slow burn tension and sharp banter and balcony moments that live in your chest for days. It's the text she'll never stop being glad she sent, and the man who read every word and kept her anyway.One wrong number. Ninety chapters. Zero chance of putting it down.

They called me the perfect wife: silent, obedient, invisible. I poured my soul into a man who saw me as furniture. The day I received my terminal diagnosis, he brought home his pregnant mistress and told me to nurse her. My heart didn't break; it turned to stone. I signed his divorce papers, took his pitiful settlement, and died according to his schedule. But death, like my marriage, was a beautifully crafted lie. The cancer is gone. The meek woman is gone. Three years of silent transformation have forged me into someone new—someone ruthless. Now, I watch from the headlines as the man who erased me struggles to understand why his empire is crumbling. He doesn't know the elusive billionaire investor dismantling his life brick by brick is the ghost he buried. He doesn't know I've studied every one of his weaknesses, learned every one of his sins. And he certainly doesn't know that my revenge isn't about taking his money... it's about taking everything. The wife he replaced is back, and this time, she's holding all the cards.

In the opulent underbelly of Milan, where billionaires wield power like weapons and secrets simmer in the shadows, Isabella Moretti is the perfect trophy—trapped in a cold contract marriage to CEO Lorenzo Bianchi to save her family's crumbling legacy. Three years of neglect have left her a shell, until one reckless, alcohol-fueled night at an elite masked club unleashes her desires in a scorching one-night stand with a mysterious stranger. His commanding touch, whispered Italian endearments, and raw passion awaken something fierce within her... but she flees at dawn, praying their paths never cross again.Fate has other plans. At a glittering family gala, she locks eyes with him: Dante Bianchi, Lorenzo's ruthless step-brother and Italy's most feared trillionaire mafia lord. A man who executes enemies without mercy, yet melts into a protective lover boy for her alone—calling her "Piccola mia" as he handles her fragile heart with unexpected tenderness. As their forbidden affair ignites into soul-deep love, filled with heart-fluttering "aww" moments and toe-curling erotic nights that will leave you breathless, betrayal brews. Lorenzo, driven by jealousy and hatred, defies sacred family rules to unleash a fiery attack, "killing" Dante and reclaiming Isabella in chains.But love like theirs doesn't die easily. In a jaw-dropping twist, Dante rises from the ashes, reclaiming his empire and his woman—now pregnant with their child. As he retires from the shadows for family, one question lingers: Will he spare his treacherous brother, or will blood finally spill? Dive into this addictive billionaire mafia romance packed with steamy suspense, emotional redemption, and twists that keep you flipping pages late into the night. Perfect for fans of forbidden desires and happily-ever-afters earned through fire.