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The Mafia's Sleeping Pill

The Mafia's Sleeping Pill

Isabella's POV All my life I had only ever wished for one thing; to have a happily ever after. To be able to grow old with a man I would love for the rest of my life, to just... To just be happy. Starting from the day I came back from college, everything was working against me. I was met with the news of my parents death. They had supposedly died in a car accident on their way to god know where. Another news was that the company was going down and they were in dire need of money. The company my father worked so hard to bring up was about to died no sooner than he was announced dead. I couldn't let it happen. That was my legacy, the one thing my father left for me. But someone; my uncle was ahead of me. He said he also wanted the company to survive. He said I was too young to handle it, he said I was only going to help the company but in another way, without taking charge. And... I believed him. I just proved him right when he said I was too young and naive. I allowed myself to get trapped in Antonio's cage, I brought myself to him all innocent and stupid. Another stupid thing I did was to allow myself get close to him, or better yet...I allowed him get close to me. He just came to my room and slept there with a surprised look on his face as if he hadn't slept in a long time. To read too much between the lines. I thought I understood his every single actions, and I thought he cared about me... Even going as far as giving him my body. Just when I thought I was going to have that happily ever after, I was met with another shocking news... Antonio was responsible for my parents death! ... Isabella Moreno a young graduate came home only to discover her parents were dead and she was shipped off to Antonio to 'save' her father's company. She fell in love with him only to discover that he was the one who killed her parents. It was as if she was held back by an invisible force, until the force disappeared and she discovered the truth. After that discovery, she ran while holding his secret...his child. 7 years later, she was dragged back to her cage but now the tides had changed. She wasn't the weak naive girl who fell for him, she wanted revenge. Revenge for her parents death, revenge for everything he put her through. And she was going to get it... Or would she?
Soul Swap Protocol: A Husband's Revenge

Soul Swap Protocol: A Husband's Revenge

The day my wife, Jen, ghosted me was the day of my nephew's baptism. I was supposed to be in San Diego, but instead, I was in Austin, staring at my phone, a cold dread creeping into my gut. A notification popped up: an Instagram story from Jen showing her hand intertwined with a man' s, captioned, "Finally picking up where we left off. This time, I'm not letting go." My custom 8-bit heart wedding ring, symbolizing everything we built, was gone from her finger. It was Ethan Lester, her high school sweetheart, the washed-up football star now selling cars. My furious comment on her post vanished, then her call came, her voice filled with a fury I didn't recognize. "You're so toxic, Andrew!" she yelled. "You need to apologize. Not to me. To Ethan. He's my true love, and you've been nothing but a placeholder!" Four years, my love, my work, reduced to a placeholder. Later that night, the 'true love' showed up at my house, boasting about my wife being 'always his,' a smug parasite preying on her because he smelled our company's money. He lunged at me with a pathetic punch, which I easily countered, pinning him face-down on my lawn. Suddenly, a holographic interface shimmered before my eyes, revealing Ethan' s terrifying debt: maxed-out credit cards, delinquent auto loans, gambling debts, and an eviction notice. He wasn't just a parasite; he was desperate, drowning, and our company was his life raft. Then, a new glow appeared: "Designated Soul Swap Protocol Activated. Targets: Jennifer Hewitt, Ethan Lester. One-Time Opportunity. Execute? Y/N." A cold, sharp clarity cut through my rage. This wasn't just a system; it was a solution, a way to show Jen exactly what her "true love" was made of, and I mentally selected 'Y.'
Mr. E: The Silent Architect

Mr. E: The Silent Architect

My wife, Victoria, was the glamorous face of AuraLife, her wildly successful lifestyle brand. Everyone saw me as a quiet man, perhaps a little lost, living comfortably off her fame. What they didn't know was that I secretly bankrolled her entire empire, meticulously guiding every strategic move from the shadows. All I ever truly wanted was quiet and anonymity. That peace shattered when her executive assistant, Chad, and his drunk friends, hijacked my private yacht. They trashed it, openly mocked me, and then, in a cruel impulse, Chad shoved my younger sister, Chloe, into the water, just hours before her crucial Ivy League scholarship interview. I pulled a terrified, sputtering Chloe from the waves, bruised and furious. But the real blow came when Victoria arrived. Seeing her defaced yacht and her soaked, shaken husband and sister, her only concern was how we were "embarrassing" her. She then dismissed Chad's vile advances on Chloe with a chilling smile, telling my sister to "be a sport." That was the breaking point. The casual cruelty, the utter betrayal from someone who claimed to be my wife, was too much. They believed they knew me – a meek, submissive husband. They had no idea who they were truly dealing with. With a silent press of a hidden button on my watch, the sky filled with the deafening thrum of black helicopters and the roar of tactical boats. My private security force, Sentinel Group, swarmed the island, ready to obey my every command. Victoria's carefully constructed empire, built on my money and her lies, was about to crumble spectacularly. And Chad? He was about to learn the true, devastating cost of trifling with "Mr. E."