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Abandoned Heiress, Now His Mafia Bride

Abandoned Heiress, Now His Mafia Bride

I was tracing the gold paint on my own tombstone when a hand tapped me on the shoulder. It was Clayton. The same man who, five years ago, had left me bleeding out in a ditch because he didn't want to be late for my sister's engagement party. "Die quietly, Ivy," he had said over the phone before hanging up. Now, standing over my grave, he dropped his cheap plastic flowers in shock. "Ivy? You're... we buried you." They hadn't buried me. They had buried an empty box to save face, mourning a "troubled" daughter they had actually discarded like broken trash the moment I became a liability. Clayton's shock quickly turned to that familiar, arrogant anger. He accused me of faking my death for attention. He told me I was sick for putting the family through such pain. He even reached out to grab my arm, intending to drag me back to my father to apologize. "You're coming with me," he spat. "You owe us an explanation." But he made a fatal mistake. He thought he was talking to Ivy Dillard, the soft girl who cried when she skinned her knees. He didn't notice the town car waiting at the curb, or the man stepping out of it. Before Clayton's fingers could graze my coat, a hand made of steel caught his wrist. Collin Richardson, the most feared Capo in Chicago, stepped between us. "Touch my wife again," Collin whispered, his voice promising violence. "And you lose the hand." I smiled at the terror draining the color from Clayton's face. I didn't come back from the dead to explain myself. I came back to bury them.
Rejected By My Family, Desired By The Mafia

Rejected By My Family, Desired By The Mafia

Camille Laurent was stolen at birth. Swapped by a greedy nanny, abandoned without a second thought, and erased from her rightful place in one of the most powerful families in the country. While the real heiress struggled to survive, the nanny's daughter, Talia, was raised in luxury as the beloved jewel of the Laurent family, pampered by Camille's parents, adored by her three brothers, and even promised to the prestigious Matteo Devereux through a childhood engagement arranged by their grandparents. Then the truth came out. Six months ago, Camille was finally brought back to the Laurent family. To protect the family reputation and prove their devotion to their bloodline, the Laurent patriarch transferred 35% of his personal shares into Camille's name overnight, instantly making her one of the wealthiest heiresses in the country. It brought anxiety to all the Laurent family. But what they don't know.is that Camille never needed them. Behind her elegant smile lies a woman filled with secrets powerful enough to shake the whole family. She's a miraculous healer capable of curing the incurable poisons. Yet despite everything, her family still chooses Talia. Every accusation against Talia is forgiven. Every scheme against Camille is brushed aside. Even Matteo, the man who was supposed to be Camille's fiancé-cannot let go of the woman he always believed belonged by his side. But while the Laurent family underestimates Camille, another man begins to see exactly who she is. Dante Moretti. The ruthless heir of an old-money dynasty. A billionaire CEO worshipped by the public.and the merciless king of a criminal empire hidden beneath the city's glittering surface. When Dante is poisoned by a rival syndicate with a deadly toxin no doctor can cure, he offers a fortune for anyone who can save him. Only Camille can. Their deal is simple: she becomes his personal physician, and he gives her anything she wants.
Shattered Vows: Escaping My Mafia Husband

Shattered Vows: Escaping My Mafia Husband

On our wedding day, my brother made a joke. "For every minute the groom is late, he pays five hundred dollars!" Enzo, the city's most feared mafia Don, was six minutes late. He laughed and handed over three thousand dollars in cash without blinking. Seeing his generosity, my father confidently entrusted my life to him. But the moment the wedding ring was on my finger, Enzo looked at me with a dark, chilling smile. "Your family likes this game, right?" he whispered coldly. "From now on, every minute you are late, I deduct five hundred dollars from your allowance." Year one: I was three minutes late to a Syndicate dinner. He deducted fifteen hundred dollars. Year two: I was twelve minutes late to my doctor's appointment. He deducted six thousand dollars. Year four: On our anniversary, my father suffered a massive brain hemorrhage. I rushed him to the hospital in the pouring rain and arrived at the restaurant forty minutes late. Enzo glanced at the cold steak on the table and smirked. "Twenty thousand dollars. It comes out of your account tomorrow." I didn't argue. I just nodded. When we got home, he carelessly tossed his tablet to me, asking me to check the parking fee. But the moment the screen unlocked, a new notification popped up. [Transferred $5,000 to Valentina. Memo: An apology for making you wait ten minutes.] My hands trembled as I opened his chat history. When she was one minute late for their date, he sent her five hundred dollars. When she didn't show up at the hotel, he wired her ten thousand to coax her. And this very afternoon, while I was begging the doctors to save my dying father, Enzo was in a luxury suite, paying his mistress an apology fee. Scrolling up, I found over a thousand transactions for custom lingerie and luxury hotels, dating back six years. He had been with her two years before he even married me. The next morning, I wired him the exact twenty thousand dollars for my anniversary fine. Then, I booked a Syndicate severance lawyer.
By the Time You Read This, I'll Be Dead

By the Time You Read This, I'll Be Dead

For two years, I endured agonizing chemo for my leukemia, believing my struggling family was sacrificing everything to save me. But right before my surgery, I overheard my brother and mother whispering outside the door. I didn't have cancer. My family, who were actually billionaires in the Syndicate, had been secretly poisoning me. They needed me weak and dying so my betrothal to the supreme Don could be transferred to their newly found biological daughter. "Once the betrothal is transferred, I will find the best specialists to cure Clara," my brother said coldly. But they didn't know I had already made my choice. Thinking my treatments were starving them, I had just swallowed a vial of lethal, untraceable poison in the bathroom. I died in excruciating agony on the operating table before they even made the first cut. When the surgeon announced I had committed suicide, my family's world completely shattered. My brother found my blood-stained suicide note and the meager cash I had saved to buy them gifts. "We murdered our own daughter," my father sobbed. My mother went completely insane, clutching my rotting corpse, while my brother slit his own wrists in a desperate attempt to feel my pain. They kneeled before my grave, weeping and begging the heavens to let them protect me in the next life. Floating above them as a ghost, I watched their absolute despair with a numb heart. I harbored no hatred, but I knew one thing for certain. In the next life, we will be nothing but strangers.
The Billionaire's Mysterious Bride

The Billionaire's Mysterious Bride

THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET BRIDE Amara Williams never dreamed of marrying a billionaire. She was too busy fighting to save her mother's life, struggling with unpaid bills, and trying to survive a world that had never been kind to her. Then Damian Blackwood walked into her life. Handsome, ruthless, and dangerously powerful, Damian is a billionaire who always gets what he wants. When he offers Amara fifty million dollars to become his wife for six months, she knows the deal is insane. But with her mother's life hanging in the balance, she has no choice but to accept. The rules are simple: pretend to be the perfect wife, never fall in love, and walk away when the contract expires. But living under the same roof changes everything. Behind Damian's cold eyes lies a man haunted by a past he refuses to discuss. His former wife disappeared three years ago, leaving behind unanswered questions and secrets that someone is desperate to keep buried. And the deeper Amara gets into his world, the more she begins to suspect that her own family is connected to the mystery. As jealousy turns into passion and pretend affection becomes dangerously real, Amara finds herself falling for the one man she was never supposed to love. But can she trust a billionaire who hides the truth from everyone-including his wife? With powerful enemies closing in, betrayals threatening to destroy their marriage, and a dark secret waiting to be exposed, Amara must decide whether to protect her heart or risk everything for the man who changed her life. Their marriage began with money. Their love could cost them everything. Sometimes, the most dangerous secret is falling in love with your own husband.