Mafia (1,448 mafia stories)
Family has always been a big deal, especially to him. She has always avoided being linked to her family.
Baekhyun is a cold-hearted Mafia. He sees life differently, is always money-conscious, and never gives a damn about anyone but himself. Love is forbidden in his life after his previous experience until his driver accidentally knocked down a poor girl.
Screwing up your rival's business while flirting with them at the same time. That's Kim Kai's modus operandi. Meanwhile, Jongin? He only wishes Do Kyungsoo would disappear. Or so he thinks. Maybe. Going from rivals to business partners to maybe something neither of them saw coming, the three heads of the Korean underworld have more to worry about than just not liking each other, or maybe liking each other a bit too much.
Baekhyun knew that helping Alice and her four years old son in the middle of the night was going to cost him his normal peaceful life. He knew that she was going to ruin him, but he decided to take the risk.
Lee Yumi was unfortunately sold to the most dangerous southern mafia boss Byun Baekhyun, but things took a drastic turn. For the sake of revenge and to save his reputation, Baekhyun forcefully got married to her. Little did he know that his heart will betray him.
All my life, I've only lived for just one purpose, and that is to kill Byun Baekhyun, the heartless Mafia Boss. Things suddenly took a drastic turn when I discovered that I am Baekhyun's betrothed bride.
"I know you didn't disappear for the reason everyone thinks you did, you saw something, didn't you?" - SONG MINHO
"How did she escape? With difficulty. How did she plan this moment? With pleasure." Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo. Sehun stared at the wall in front of him, his arms crossed over his chest, he seemed to be thinking deeply. "What's wrong with you son? You seem lost," came Oh Beomsoo's voice from the far end of the table, where h
He was given an ultimatum. "Find a partner within 6 months, or die"
Don Kyungsoo Doh is not the only prime suspect. Someone higher-up pulled the strings to ease his work on his way to the top. On the desk lays a surprisingly small folder, attached to the front is a picture of a grim-looking woman holding up a card with her inmate number. Her fingers and parts of her cheek are coloured in red, maybe blood, maybe ink, who knows. The investigator flicks the file open, once he’s seated. He’s surprised by the amount of censored information and the
Seungcheol was the heir of one of the biggest conglomerates in Korea. Unfortunately, he was born with sickness and he was supposed to die once he turned 25. Thus, it wasn’t a surprise when he found himself on his deathbed, a few days before his 25th birthday, feebly watching the forlorn and solemn faces of his personal doctor and his family crying b