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Acknowledged By A Mafia Leader

Acknowledged By A Mafia Leader

She stood nervously opposite his brown delinquent eyes. His sturdy was crouching above her, his hands were put on both sides of the rail, giving her no space to move as her eyes locked with his. The more he leaned closer, the more her heart heaved violently. She nibbled at her lower lip, no matter how hard she tried to avoid him, he's always coming back. “Why do you keep chasing after me?” She asked quietly, struggling to sustain her composure. She seems to lose her breath at just his sight. Just as expected, he didn't say a word as his cold eyes persists to linger on her face, “Do you like me?” She further raised a question, neglecting the indifference on his countenance. This time, he tuts as he picked a strand of hair at her ear, twiddling at his fingertips. “Don't you think like is a big word, Tinkerbell?” He whispered, leaning close, so she could feel him. However, his eyes were still dim and empty, devoid of emotion. She discreetly gulped, not knowing what could be running through his head. “It's natural Snow White, it just occurred to me that you're the first female I acknowledged as a lady” *** She's the good girl. She's no different from a boring introvert, a reserved lady who spoke little. She didn't attain a mutual relationship with her family. Over time, she fell in love with a man who wasn't out of her league. But this man broke her and left her shattered, which made her hate herself. Just when she was picking up her broken self, Zachary Gonzalez walked into her life with his mysteries.
My Billionaire Alliance: A Second Chance at Love

My Billionaire Alliance: A Second Chance at Love

The heavy scent of lilies usually meant a formal dinner, but today, they heralded my future. My parents, William and Catherine Vance, sat across from me, ready to present three velvet boxes, each holding the name of a suitable husband. This was the day they' d chosen my alliance, a fate pre-ordained by family honor and tradition. But I' d lived this day before. Three times, in fact. Ethan Cole, Liam Hayes, Noah Miller-my past husbands-all secretly, desperately, loved just one person. Chloe Davis, the meek and innocent estate manager' s daughter, was the true object of their affection, and I was merely a shield. A convenient placeholder to protect their families from the scandal of marrying "beneath" them. Each of my previous marriages had been a loveless charade, ending in tragedy and their deaths-all linked to Chloe' s endless dramas and manufactured crises. I was discarded, neglected, and used, an unwilling participant in their twisted love story for another woman. My family remained oblivious, pushing me towards another sacrificial alliance. The cold fury of that realization was a bitter taste in my mouth. How could I have been so blind? So utterly disposable? The pain was a familiar ache, but this time, it fueled a quiet resolve. Not this time. Not again. With the knowledge of my past lives, I looked at the three boxes before me and declared, "No." Then, I made my own choice: Blake Sterling, a self-made tech billionaire, an outsider who would be my alliance-and my freedom. This life, I decided, would be different. This time, I would choose my own future.
The Auctioned Wife's Escape

The Auctioned Wife's Escape

For ten agonizing years, the brand on my hip was a constant, burning reminder of my forced marriage to Ethan Harrison, a symbol of the shame he inflicted on me, the "charity case" his powerful family took in. But the dreaded decade was almost over. Freedom, a word I barely dared whisper, was finally within reach. Until tonight. At his family’s annual charity gala, surrounded by the city's elite, Ethan dragged me onto the stage, a predatory smile on his face. “We auction a unique experience,” he announced, tightening his grip on my arm. “An experience with my… wife, Sarah.” My private photos flashed across the giant screen, then a chilling close-up of the ugly mark on my hip, exposed for all to see. The crowd gasped as the bidding began. “The highest bidder will get… quality time with Sarah. Live-streamed, of course.” This wasn't just humiliation; it was a public sale, a human auction. His conniving "true love" smirked, as Ethan whispered chilling threats about my innocent brother. He owned me, he truly believed it. I stood there, an animal on display, utterly broken, the velvet ropes he bound me with biting into my skin. How could a man repay a life debt from my war hero grandfather by selling his wife? My family sacrificed everything, and this was my twisted reward? But just as despair threatened to consume me, a formidable figure emerged from the stunned crowd: Marcus Thorne, Harrison’s ruthless business rival. He brought with him an unexpected ally, and as Ethan raged, a shocking truth was finally revealed: my ten-year contract was up, my marriage over. My freedom, fiercely fought for in silence, was about to begin – and Ethan Harrison was about to learn that some debts are paid with more than just money.