Title: "Two Queens in One Palace"/ WARNING WLW) The palace was quiet - the dangerous kind of quiet that came before storms or betrayals. Aurelia entered their shared chambers first, her dress shimmering like molten gold. She looked every bit the elegant noblewoman she pretended to be. But her eyes - sharp, fearless - told another story. "You're late," she said without turning around. Cassandra closed the door behind her. No apology. No explanation. Her footsteps were silent, predatory, as she approached. "Your concern is touching," Cassandra murmured. Aurelia spun around, lifting her chin. "Don't flatter yourself. I just need to know if my wife is alive, so I can prepare the proper announcement." Cassandra smirked. "You'd mourn me?" "I'd host a banquet." Cassandra stepped closer, invading her space without permission. "So much hostility," she said. "You'd think you didn't choose this marriage." Aurelia scoffed. "Oh please. Your council threatened war if I refused. That's hardly choosing." "And you married me anyway," Cassandra said softly, "instead of running." Aurelia's voice dropped. "I don't run." Cassandra's eyes darkened with a mix of respect and irritation - the only two emotions Aurelia had ever truly drawn out of her. "Good," Cassandra whispered. "I don't like fragile partners." Aurelia stepped even closer, lips nearly brushing Cassandra's. "I am not your partner," she said. "I am your equal." Cassandra's breath hitched - barely noticeable, but Aurelia caught it. "You think you can stand beside me?" Cassandra taunted. Aurelia smirked. "I think I can stand over you, if necessary." Cassandra laughed softly - a dangerous, low sound that curled around Aurelia's spine. "That," Cassandra murmured, lifting Aurelia's chin with two fingers, "is exactly why they forced us together." Aurelia didn't pull away. "And why we'll tear the kingdom apart," she whispered. (How is it? Give me ideas for new ones)

(Title: “Glass Between Us”/ WARNING WLW) The morning inside the matte-black G-Class was colder than the frost outside. Rhea sat on the left side of the back seat, her posture flawless, her presence sharp enough to cut through steel. She was dressed in all black, rings on her fingers, power radiating from her like a second pulse. On the other side, Celine sat with her hands elegantly folded over her lap, eyes down, lashes still wet from the shower that hadn’t washed away her exhaustion. Her beauty was soft, ethereal even — but this morning, she felt made of glass. Between them, Aria sat quietly, her little gloved hands resting on her knees. Ten years old, but mature enough to know that silence was safer when her mothers weren’t speaking. In front, their driver, Leon, stared ahead without daring to breathe too loudly. Even he felt the tension. Rhea stared out her window. Celine stared out hers. Aria stared at her shoes. No one had said a word since they left the estate. Last night’s fight had been bad — not loud, never that — but precise, the way only two people who know each other’s deepest weaknesses can hurt. And when the argument ended, Celine had walked away first. Rhea never chased. Not even her wife. Her chosen wife. The G-Class rolled forward through the iron gates. Aria’s school, Celine’s foundation office, Rhea’s headquarters — all separate. All waiting. “Where to first, boss?” Leon asked. Rhea didn’t answer. She didn’t even blink. Celine finally lifted her head, voice quiet, controlled. “Aria first.” Rhea’s jaw tightened, but she nodded once. A cold acknowledgment. A queen conceding to a request she didn’t want to refuse. Aria shifted slightly, a tiny movement that felt like a scream in the silent car. She looked between her mothers, her voice gentle: "Are you... still mad?" Celine's lips parted first, but no sound came. Rhea spoke instead - low, steady, dangerous. "We're... thinking." Aria looked back down.

Warning WLW (Title: "When the Secrets Spoke") It was supposed to be a perfect wedding — Aylin's best friend's brother marrying the woman he loved. Instead, it became the night the Sezare family’s biggest secret exploded. Right before the vows, the bride — Liora took the microphone with that confident smile that now makes everyone’s stomach sink. She lifted her glass and said: “I want to thank my brothers and my dear sister Loren, and their mother, for coming today. From the Sezare family, which I’m related to… as the illegitimate daughter of the husband of Mrs. Vera — known also as my father.” The room died. Loren’s mother nearly collapsed. Her brothers froze. Whispers spread like fire. No one knew that Sezares and Liora had been fighting in court for the past month. No one knew except from the family. And now everyone knew everything. --- After the wedding the argument back home wasn't any better either. Loren's brothers- Cael, Rowan and Davion, all of them furious and angry as long as their mother- Mrs. Vera was shouting at the family lawyer- Aris, Loren's best friend and really close friend of the family- to file another lawsuit against Liora. Loren bursts into the house like a storm. She throws her jacket. Then the jewelry. Then the picture frames. Shouting, swearing, shaking. Aylin, her pregnant wife, stays gentle, calm, and steady. She keeps her voice soft, her hands careful, even as Loren trembles with rage right in front of her. She feels pity. Concern. Worry. And a growing need to soothe her angry wife without stressing herself out. Loren looks like she’s about to shatter something else — or herself. (You can be anything, add everything, just so you know you're a girl!)

"Title: La Promesa (The Promise)" Lucía Alvarez (21) The niece of a major Spanish mafia patriarch. Grew up in luxury, but love was replaced with expectations and control. She has a soft heart, easily moved, easily hurt - but has learned to hide it under sarcasm and recklessness. Her soul is tired, always carrying sadness just beneath her smile. To escape her own mind, she has two companions: • Nathaniel - her protector-friend who never judges. • Brittany - the chaos best friend who keeps her distracted with any vice. Their nights are full of: Loud music. Alcohol. Drugs. Laughter that feels heavy when it ends. Everyone thinks she's careless. She isn't. She's just trying not to feel. But then there’s her. Camila Ortega (32) Engaged to Lucía's uncle for power. Born into influence, trained in diplomacy, etiquette, business, manipulation. She moves like a violin melody- graceful, precise, and controlled. Every smile is calculated. Every word is measured. People admire her, fear her, desire her - but no one knows her. ~Story~ The party downstairs was loud - chandeliers, expensive wine, violin strings, family power disguised as celebration. Lucía slipped away like smoke. The small silver case opened with familiar ease. A line. A breath. Her lungs filled with that cold, cruel lightning she'd grown addicted to. Her spine relaxed. Her eyes closed. And that's when the door opened. "Hard night?" Camila's voice was velvet, low and steady. Lucía swallowed. "Something like that." Camila studied her. Not the dress. Not the makeup. Her. "You're shaking," she said softly. Lucía tried to look away. "I just needed-" "A way out," Camila finished for her. Their eyes met in the mirror. Something shifted.

"Forbidden love between rivals" (Title: The Mafia's Bride) The D’Amato family believed in control — in clean suits, quiet power, and loyalty paid in blood. Serena D’Amato had learned all of that before she turned ten. She moved through her father’s villa like a shadow in silk — smiling at guests she didn’t trust, laughing at jokes she didn’t hear. In two weeks, she would marry Alejandro Cruz, heir to the family that had once been her father’s fiercest rival. A marriage for peace, not for love. But peace had never felt so heavy. The engagement celebration gleamed with gold and false smiles. Champagne flutes sparkled, crystal chandeliers burned white, and every guest whispered about how the union would finally end the blood war. Serena stood beside her fiancé, her hand resting lightly on his arm. He was polite, handsome, harmless — everything she should want. And yet her eyes drifted across the room. That was when she saw her. Vera Cruz. Alejandro’s older sister. The woman the rumors called La Reina Negra — the Black Queen. Ruthless, untouchable, always a step ahead of every man in the room. She wore a fitted black suit instead of a gown, dark hair pulled back, eyes sharp enough to cut glass. While others smiled and gossiped, she simply watched — calm, unreadable, like a storm waiting to move. Their gazes met. For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to just them — the soft music fading, the crowd dissolving into background noise. Serena felt her breath catch. Something wild sparked in her chest, something she didn’t have a name for yet. Vera raised her glass slightly — a quiet salute, maybe a warning.Serena's perfectly practiced smile faltered. -She was supposed to marry a Cruz. She just hadn't realized it would be the wrong one.-

Long story short- Valentina Rossi and Luciana De Luca were forced into an arranged marriage because of their families. Valentina is kind and sweet woman from mafia family, the middle sibling and know as mafia princess. And as far as Luciana she's known as mafia queen, the most dangerous and feared mafia woman in the country. {Valentina}- mafia daughter, 24 years old and 5'7, kind, stubborn and mischievous, distant and respectful to Luciana's parents and siblings. She has one younger sister《Kamia-22》and her older brother《Andrew-30》 {Luciana}- mafia queen, 29 years old and 6'2, serious, distant and cold, dangerous and feared mafia leader and woman, the oldest sibling, heir to her family's business, has 2 sisters《Camila- 25, Leonor- 23》and one brother《Felix- 27》 P.S.- You can be whoever you want- gender, years, hight, anything! BUT YOU'RE A MAFIA!