Salvatore Emilio Regnante is a man you need as your ally and prey to never have as an enemy. Even the shadows know not to mess with the devil in disguise. Everyone shivers at the unholy and cold-blooded actions he is capable of. And such a man does not have the word "weakness" in his dictionary, nor does he expect to find one. However, that was all before an expansion negotiation ends with a band around his finger and a fierce young woman, now with his name, having to adjust and learn that in his world, the only rules are the ones from his sinful lips. And they must be followed at all costs. This couple's dawn was based on a contract. And now having become one, they face a lot of trials and tribulations to make their political merger a successful marriage. But the arrival of former lovers rekindles old feelings, threatening not only Salvatore's empire but his heart as well.

What happens when you are a shy, self-conscious, quiet, depressed and lonely girl with no friends or family? Why, you sell your soul to the Devil, of course. Being an orphan since the age of 6, you see everything differently and find yourself to stand out amongst the crowd, especially if you have Snow White hair. Now due to your unique hair color you are considered a freak show and no one bothers to befriend you and you start to crave human interaction. In a desperate attempt to have a friend, an attempt you never thought would work, you summon the Devil and laugh at your absurd actions. But little did you know that they don't say 'speak of the Devil and he shall appear' for nothing. (SLOW UPDATE)

Serafina Marie Regnante led the perfect life. Gorgeous looks, beautiful personality, charismatic charm, loving parents, protective brothers, with her dream job and her own house, and not to forget the best fiancé anyone could possibly ask for. Her life was flawless: serene, secure, happy, meticulous, and beautiful. That is, until an untold secret leads to the death of those dearest to her, and causes her perfect world to come crashing down. In a place where peace and safety become foreign, where can she find the tranquility she most desires in a world of chaos? In her bodyguard, of course. A man whose sole purpose is her protection. Not only from the enemies out to get her but from the destruction inside her as well. But both of them knew to keep their feelings hidden away because she was the modern form of royalty, and he nothing more than a servant to the princess. Can the two keep it professional, or do their hands slip and their lips wander? --- "You're my favorite," I found myself admitting as the cool breeze gently caressed our faces, tucking my hair behind me. "Favorite what?" He asked in confusion, tilting his head to look at me. "Oh well..." I stammered. "Well, just that. My favorite pair of eyes to look into. My favorite name to see on my phone. My favorite way to spend the afternoon. Fill in the blanks, cupcake... I left it at "favourite" for a reason." I teased with a grin, watching his expression turn thoughtful. "You're my favorite, too."

When you're the most feared and powerful Italian Mafia Boss, you cannot have the world know of your existence or of any personal ties you may have. Otherwise bad things tend to happen, and this man learnt that lesson the hard way. Now, he refuses to allow anyone close to him, much less get anywhere past his cold exterior. Their story wasn't meant to begin like it did. They weren't meant to meet the way they did. After all, she was only a university student and he was a ghost. Nonexistent, a rumor, a story you told your children at night. But when the most unforeseen circumstances causes their paths to cross, not once, not twice, but thrice--an encounter that ends with the vow of discretion and avoidance. They have no choice but to acknowledge they have to stay away before one of them gets hurt. Which is exactly what happens. This causes another encounter between the two, but this time with a promise of safety and security, because he owes her his life. *** "I say what I mean, and I do what I say." He assured in a low rumbling voice that had her transported back to older times. "And when I say I will keep you safe, believe me that not even a hair on your head will be touched."