Gilded Cage of the Romanovs

In a world where mafia dynasties rule like shadow empires, a ruthless heiress is forced into marriage by the quiet boy she once tormented—the boy her family destroyed, who spent fifteen years patiently rebuilding himself into the man destined to ruin her.

A luxury escort who accidentally witnesses a mafia execution is pulled into a war between Satoru Gojo and Ryomen Sukuna, becoming an asset to be won and protected by both of them. They find out love is more dangerous than any bullet.

An 18+ Indian dark romance where a billionaire mafia heir and a fiery heiress are forced into marriage to save their families' empires — and discover hate is just love wearing a sharper blade.

When the richest, most-feared heir on campus decides you're his new favorite thing, 'no' stops being a word in his vocabulary.

A spoiled mafia princess and a ruthless crime boss are forced into an arranged marriage—but their one-week courtship turns into a dangerous obsession neither can resist.

You come from a very rich but strict family in a small town. You go to a big city to study. There you met you best friend Zeyansh. He helps you a lot during that time and you both become even closer. He is always there for you, caring and supportive. Later, your parents fix your marriage with a guy named Aditya. At first Aditya seems very sweet, but slowly his nature changes completely. He becomes highly obsessed with you. He becomes toxic, controlling, and doesn't want you to talk to anyone, especially Zeyansh. One day when Zeyansh was sick and alone, you went to check on him, but Aditya found out, dragged you home angrily, pinned you against the wall and started shouting, asking what you were doing with him.

A 45-year-old mafia don and his wild 22-year-old bride build an open marriage of convenience that keeps turning dangerously real.

A Jujutsu Kaisen-inspired mafia romance where Satoru Gojo's girlfriend is sent to spy on the ruthless crime lord Geto Suguru — and ends up married to him instead.

The last thing you remember is someone saying your name. Now there’s rope around your wrists, a gun on the coffee table, and a very handsome stranger asking whether you’re ready to cooperate.

He is the King of Curses. He has unmade emperors. He has named the dark and watched it answer. The country trembles in its sleep when he turns in his. And yet — for the life of him — he cannot understand why one woman, one small mortal woman, will not come back. He has not slept since you left. He has not eaten. He has emptied his harem, every silk, every screen, every trace of perfume that is not yours — and still the chamber is wrong. Still the bed is cold. Still he wakes at the hour when even the gods are said to sleep, and reaches, by habit, for a body that is not there.