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Jilted By The Heir, Married The Don

Jilted By The Heir, Married The Don

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite in my heavy silk wedding dress, waiting to marry the heir of the Moretti syndicate to save my family from insurmountable debt. Then, my assistant handed me the morning tabloid. My fiancé, Marco, had fled to Paris with a half-dressed chorus girl, declaring to the world that he was breaking his chains. My father burst into the room, terrified that rival families would slaughter us by midnight, and demanded I go beg the Morettis for mercy. But the Moretti family's ruthless matriarch and their 'Fixer' had a different plan. To cover up Marco's cowardice and protect their syndicate's reputation, they decided to tell the press that my bloodline was "impure" and cancel the wedding. Even Marco's slimy cousin tried to grope me, offering to take me off their hands as his leftover prize. They were going to nail me and my entire family to a cross of public shame just to save their own pride. I was nothing but collateral, surrounded by cowards, pawns, and opportunists who were ready to devour me to save their own necks. But I refused to be the scapegoat for a spineless boy. If I was going to be a piece on the board, I would be played by the hand of the King. I gathered my heavy skirt, walked straight into the private parlor of the apex predator himself—Don Dante Moretti—and slammed the tabloid on his mahogany desk. "Don't cancel the wedding." I looked the most dangerous man in New York dead in the eye. "Marry me."
The Dangerous Mafia Obsession

The Dangerous Mafia Obsession

First, meet the five leading men**, feared in the Mafia World because their aura perfectly matches their alias in the underworld. These five have been friends since childhood, as their fathers were also close. Unfortunately, they inherited their fathers' "sickness" they call obsession. Once their eyes land on you, they'll claim you without you even realizing it. What they want, they get, no matter the cost. - **DEMON JAY STYLES** – The Demon Mafia Lord - **KIEL LESTER THOMSON** – The Beast Mafia King - **HELLION CLARKSON** – The Monster Mafia King - **ZANDER PETERSON** – The Devil Mafia King - **XAVIER SMITH** – The Evil Mafia King **Second, meet the five leading ladies**, who are more beautiful than anyone, as if they caught all the beauty when it rained down. - **KATHY MORGAN** – A simple woman living a peaceful life. Her parents work at a hacienda, and she was given the opportunity to study at a private school, Styles University (SU). However, her life takes a turn when she meets the grandson of her family's employer, Demon Jay, who becomes obsessed with her. - **YANA GOMEZ** – A wealthy student at SU, Yana is engaged to a man she hasn't met but who knows her well. That man is none other than Kiel Lester Thomson, who has long been obsessed with her. - **LISSANA PARK** – A working student and scholar at SU, she struggles to make ends meet. While working, she meets Hellion Clarkson, and from there, her life begins to change. - **MIKA DELA CRUZ** – A poor woman working as a waitress in a bar. One night, she is ordered by her boss to entertain a customer at his table. That night, she catches the attention of Zander Peterson, marking the beginning of her complicated life. - **SUNNY VARGAZ** – Similar to Mika, Sunny works hard to support herself, and they are close friends. She's forced to entertain a customer, Xavier Smith, to earn money for her father, who is in the hospital. Little does she know that this night will change her life forever.
The Jilted Bride's Secret Mafia King

The Jilted Bride's Secret Mafia King

Standing at the altar of St. Patrick's Cathedral, I waited to marry my wealthy fiancé in front of three hundred of New York's elite. But right before the vows, my phone vibrated in my bouquet. It was a text from my groom: he was backing out because my maid of honor—my supposed best friend—was pregnant with his child. Before the shock of this double betrayal could even settle, his mother dug her manicured claws into my arm and publicly humiliated me. "A woman who can't even attract her own man, how is she worthy of the Doyle name?" She mocked my background, calling me a worthless orphan who only knew how to draw blueprints, turning my broken heart into a public execution of my dignity. The terrified girl inside me vanished, replaced by a dark, burning rage. I didn't understand why I had to let this arrogant family step all over me while they played the innocent victims. I yanked my arm free, tore off my expensive lace veil, and walked straight to the podium to grab the microphone. "The wedding is canceled. The groom is currently busy with my maid of honor." I walked out of the church, leaving them in absolute shock. But as I stumbled onto the street, I fell right into the arms of Damiano Moretti—the exiled, dangerous mafia boss known as the Ghost, who sat in a custom wheelchair. Looking into his cold, storm-gray eyes, I made a reckless, desperate deal. "Marry me."
Betrayed By Him: Marrying The Mafia Ghost

Betrayed By Him: Marrying The Mafia Ghost

I had been locked in a freezing cellar for three days, starving and waiting for my husband, Marco, to save me. Instead, the iron door opened to reveal his mistress holding a toddler with Marco's exact face. Marco wasn't sterile like he had claimed for years. He just wanted my De Luca family trust funds. With my husband watching coldly, his mistress and a corrupt doctor pinned me to the concrete floor. "We're going to carve you up until you're unrecognizable, then throw you in the lake," she laughed. The most chilling part wasn't the affair. It was the realization that my mother-in-law, the mafia matriarch I had served faithfully for three years, had personally signed my death warrant to save their crumbling empire. The scalpel sliced deep into my cheek, permanently destroying my face as warm blood poured down my neck. I had given them everything. I used my family's money to pay off his secret gambling debts and endured endless insults about being a barren wife, only to realize the entire family viewed me as nothing but a pig to be slaughtered for cash. In the suffocating darkness, I didn't pray for mercy. I swore a blood oath. I didn't die in that cellar. Saved by a legendary rival boss, I stood outside the Falcone estate three weeks later. I pushed open the heavy oak doors to my own memorial service, the jagged red scar on my face silencing the hall. "I'm afraid your plans to inherit my estate will have to be postponed," I smiled at my terrified husband.
My Husband Sold Me to the Don

My Husband Sold Me to the Don

My husband, Hudson Higgins, used my dowry to buy his way into the Chicago underworld while his family treated me like a servant in my own home. I endured their insults for the sake of my five-year-old daughter, Josie. But then, the unthinkable happened. I found Josie's small, lifeless body by the garden fountain, while my sister-in-law Karly and mother-in-law Eleanor stood by, complaining about their party plans. "She was just too naughty," Karly sneered, adjusting her pearls over my dead child. When I turned to Hudson for help, he looked at me with dead eyes and told me it was just her fate. In that moment of absolute grief, I remembered the words of the ruthless Don Damien Falcone: "Your husband is a man who knows how to close a deal." The truth sliced through me like a blade. Hudson hadn't just ignored the Don's interest in me; he had actively sold me to the Devil of Chicago to buy his seat at the table. He let his family punish me for the very sin he committed. I had lost everything-my dignity, my mother, and now my baby-all sacrificed for a man who traded his wife's body for power. The sorrow in my chest evaporated, replaced by a scorching, blinding thirst for a blood vendetta. After lunging at Hudson and feeling the world explode into white, I opened my eyes to find myself back in the winter of 1928. It was the exact night the nightmare began, and Don Damien Falcone was walking toward me in his penthouse. This time, I won't be the broken bird in his gilded cage. If Hudson wants to use me to climb the ranks, I will use the Don's dark obsession to burn the Higgins family to the ground.
The Dark Don's Captive Mafia Queen

The Dark Don's Captive Mafia Queen

I was kidnapped by the most dangerous mafia boss in Chicago, and the whole city wept for my heartbroken fiancé. Julian Hayes, the righteous Assistant District Attorney, played the tragic hero perfectly in the press. But the truth was, he orchestrated my kidnapping himself. For years, he manipulated me into draining my mother's untouchable mafia fortune to fund a rival mobster. Once he got the money, he threw me to Damien Moretti, the ruthless Dark Don, to be ruined. Julian did it all so he could cleanly break our engagement and marry my illegitimate half-sister, Mona, taking my birthright along the way. For a month, high society pitied the defiled girl locked in a monster's gilded cage, while my father eagerly prepared to hand Mona my legacy. They all thought I was weeping in the dark, waiting to be killed by a cold-blooded savage. They didn't realize the monster they threw me to was exactly the weapon I needed. When Mona sneaked into my gilded cage to gloat and demand I sign away my inheritance, I didn't cry. Instead, I grabbed her silver letter opener, ruthlessly sliced my own arm open, and let out a terrified scream. Damien descended like a god of death, violently hurling Mona against a stone fountain just for spilling my blood. I looked at the Don, my arm dripping crimson, and made a devil's bargain. "Let me go back to my father's house to wage my Vendetta. When I'm done, I will be your wife." The beast smiled and agreed. Tomorrow, my betrayers will learn what happens when you throw a princess to a monster, and she comes back a queen.
His Stolen Kiss, Her Lethal Cure

His Stolen Kiss, Her Lethal Cure

Elia was an orphan from the rust belt, taken in by the wealthy Chapman family in New York. To them, she was just a shameful charity case. The parents shoved her into a dusty storage closet, treating their other daughter Geri like a delicate princess, and mocked Elia as uneducated trash. When Elia secured her own admission to Manhattan Elite Prep, Geri's jealousy turned vicious. Geri orchestrated a massive smear campaign, posting anonymously on the school forum that Elia was a violent dropout who sold her body to a sugar daddy to pay tuition. In the cafeteria, the school's elite dumped dirty milk on Elia's food. They called her a whore and told her to go back to the streets, while Geri watched from afar with a victorious, innocent smile. They thought she was just a helpless stray dog who would easily break under their high-society cruelty. They had no idea she was actually "L", the dark web's most feared hacker, and "The Surgeon", a genius medical anomaly. They also didn't know she was currently tracking a dying Wall Street billionaire who had stolen her only necklace in a dark alley. What made these arrogant rich kids think they could destroy a girl who played with international firewalls for fun? Instead of crying, Elia calmly pulled out her phone. Within seconds, she breached the school's server, locking every screen in the building onto a blood-red skull. As Geri's own recorded voice plotting the fake rumors blasted through the PA system, Elia grabbed her bag, stepping back into the shadows to reclaim what was hers.
Scorned Wife, Now Craved by the Tyrant Don

Scorned Wife, Now Craved by the Tyrant Don

"You were never his, Wren. You were always mine." Denzel Thorne's voice was low, dark, and laced with a hunger he'd buried for years. His fingers traced her jaw with deliberate slowness, tilting her face toward his. "I watched you marry another man. I stayed in the shadows while he broke you, piece by piece." His thumb brushed her lower lip. "But now? Now I'm done watching." * Three years of marriage. Three years of lies. Wren Taylor never expected to catch her husband, James, cheating. With his own brother's wife. Before she could even confront him, his brother Benjamin was dead. James claimed Wren's suspicions were nothing but jealous delusions-then moved his widowed sister-in-law and her son into their home without so much as a word to Wren. No consent. No respect. No love left at all. As James flaunts his devotion to Ava and her child, Wren becomes a ghost in her own house. Humiliated. Ignored. Discarded. She decides to fight for her freedom-even if it costs her everything. But just when she hits rock bottom, he reappears. Denzel Thorne. The boy she once loved. The man she never stopped wanting. Now he's the most powerful Don in the underworld. Ruthless. Untouchable. And utterly obsessed with the woman he was never allowed to have. He takes her hand and teaches her how to destroy the ones who broke her. Every move brings them closer. Every touch resurrects a desire neither can control. But Denzel has secrets. Dark ones. And when Wren discovers the truth behind his empire, their fragile love story may not survive the fall.