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Substitute Marriage: Healing My Disabled Husband
Mafia My adoptive family forced me to take my stepsister's place in a PR marriage to Conley Bond, a crippled, disgraced NHL captain.
They threatened to dump my dead grandmother's belongings into the harbor if I refused.
But they didn't know my grandmother was murdered outside Conley's estate, Kensington Manor, six years ago.
The moment I stepped into the manor, I was treated like absolute garbage.
The butler tried to break my shoulder, and Conley's family humiliated me at every turn.
They even brought in top league doctors and armed federal marshals to arrest me.
"She's a country fraud without a medical license! Take her to federal prison!"
I stared at the hostile faces around me, my heart turning ice-cold.
Why was the water in Kensington Manor so deep?
Why was Conley secretly being poisoned by his own trusted cousin to rot in a wheelchair forever?
And how did these hidden monsters connect to the ghosts who killed my grandmother?
As the marshals swung the cold steel handcuffs toward my wrists, Conley suddenly grabbed my hand, his previously paralyzed legs twitching with life.
I smiled behind my thick glasses.
It was time for me, top international neurosurgeon and underground operative "Frost", to cure the captain and drag every killer out into the fire. The Sinner's Return: Claimed By The Vengeful Alpha
Werewolf I spent five years rotting in a silver-lined cell, a broken wolf enduring endless torture for a tragic accident I never intended to cause.
When I was suddenly released early, I dragged my skeletal body to the medical wing to apologize, only to run into the one man I feared most—Alpha Dorian Blackwood, my fated mate.
His ice-blue eyes held only burning hatred for the "traitor" who had shamed him.
When I tried to slit my own throat with a glass shard to end the nightmare, he crushed my wrist to stop me.
"Death is too easy for you. You will pay for your sin by living it."
To break me completely, he coldly revealed that my entire family had been slaughtered by Rogues after being exiled because of me.
Then, he threw me into the servants' quarters, allowing his cruel staff to starve me, beat me, and work me to the bone.
I was a rejected mate forced to dig through the trash just to survive, drowning in the guilt of my parents' brutal deaths.
Why did the Moon Goddess pair me with a man whose only desire was to see me crawl and beg like a dog in his living hell?
But when the head maid tried to force-feed me rotten slop and gleefully mocked how my parents were torn to shreds, the primal rage I had suppressed for five years finally erupted.
I refused to be his broken toy anymore.
I lunged at my abusers with deadly intent, my fangs bared, just as Alpha Dorian stepped into the shadows to watch. Craving the Rejected Omega: One Night with the Alpha King
Werewolf "I reject you. You are nothing but a scarred, low-level Omega."
My childhood fiancé's cruel words echoed through the ballroom. Instead of a wedding, I was given a black expulsion card and thrown into the freezing rain. Discarded by my family. Scorned by the world.
Desperate, I stumbled into an underground club and offered myself to a mysterious stranger. I only wanted one night to forget my pain.
But the man who took me was no ordinary wolf. He was the ruthless Alpha King.
That night of blistering heat didn't just save my life-it awakened a forbidden, ancient magic in my blood. A power that thrives on the very thing that broke me.
The more Alpha essence I consume, the more unstoppable I become.
Five years later, I am no longer the weak, scarred girl they threw away. I am returning to the Pack that destroyed me, armed with a lethal secret and a burning desire for revenge.
To find my stolen children, I must enter a contract marriage with the most dangerous man on the continent. The same Alpha King who marked me in the dark.
He doesn't recognize the stunning monster he created. But every time his scorching skin touches mine, my powers surge, and his iron control shatters.
He thinks he bought a submissive wife. He's about to realize I'm the predator, and I will drain them all. Shattered Vows: The Mafia Queen Escapes
Mafia I married Julian, the city's most ruthless Mafia Don, trading my freedom and body just to keep my dying sister alive.
But when Elena needed an emergency surgery, Julian coldly denied the three hundred thousand dollars.
"Submit the request to Serena. She handles all financial approvals," he dismissed me, knowing full well his secretary despised me.
Serena intentionally stalled the funds, mocking my desperation while Julian rewarded her with a sacred blood-diamond heirloom meant only for the Mafia Queen. While they laughed over wine at a high-end restaurant, I watched my fragile sister pull her own life-support tubes to free me from my mafia enslavement. The devastating shock ripped through my abdomen, and in a horrific pool of blood on the clinic floor, I miscarried Julian's unborn heir.
Even then, Julian's only message was a cold threat, demanding I drop to my knees and apologize to Serena for my attitude.
I stared at the flatlining monitor, my soul completely hollowed out. I was his wife, yet he had casually handed the power of life and death over my only family to a malicious subordinate who wanted me replaced.
I didn't shed another tear. I surgically cleared the tragic remains of my pregnancy, packed the bloody tissue into a sealed medical cooler along with my signed severance papers, and had it delivered straight to the Don's mahogany desk before vanishing into the night. His Unwanted Ex Begs For Second Chances
Mafia Three years ago, my fiancée Elena left me at the altar on a twisted dare, humiliating me in front of our entire mafia syndicate.
Today, she blocked my headquarters with nine armored cars, demanding I divorce my pregnant wife and serve her again.
"Hiring a pregnant woman to make me jealous is a bit desperate, Liam," she sneered, tossing a cheap ring at my feet.
When I ignored her to escort my wife, Sienna, to her medical checkup, Elena's childhood friend Julian deliberately lunged at Sienna's swollen stomach.
I threw myself in the way to take the brutal impact, but the shockwave sent Sienna to the emergency room with a threatened miscarriage.
Even as the medical staff scrambled to save my unborn heir, Elena grabbed my sleeve to defend the man who caused it.
"He made a mistake! Why are you holding onto a grudge?" she cried, insisting I was just throwing a tantrum to get her attention.
For seven years, I took bullets to secure her family's territory, only to be discarded like a stray dog when she got bored.
What made her think I would spend three years waiting to be her loyal servant, let alone forgive the attempted murder of my child?
Looking at her entitled, delusional face, the last shred of my restraint turned to ash.
I pulled out my phone to broadcast the security footage to the entire underworld, and calmly ordered my men to erase her family from existence. Rising From Ashes: My Masked Runway Comeback
Modern I sat in the emergency room corridor, pressing a soaked bandage against my heavily bleeding arm. I had texted my husband of three years, billionaire Efford Thornton, begging him to come.
He did come, but he walked right past me as if I were a piece of furniture. When the doctor finally brought the last bag of O-negative blood in the city to save my life, Efford's assistant intercepted it.
Efford coldly ordered the blood to be sent to the VIP wing for Aletha Chase.
"Mrs. Chase is pregnant with the Thornton heir," he declared flatly. "The priority is non-negotiable."
As I watched my life-saving blood being carried away, he handed me a divorce agreement and an NDA. If I dared to expose his affair, he would immediately cut off the funding for my grandmother's dementia care, leaving her to rot in a public ward. He then turned his back, leaving me to bleed out in the hallway.
For three years, I had given up my career and my identity to be his perfect, compliant wife. I couldn't understand how the man who once looked at me like I was his whole world could now literally watch me die just to protect his mistress.
But he forgot one thing. The submissive wife he married was just a ghost. I wiped the blood from my hands, dug out the leather half-mask I had hidden away years ago, and made a call.
It was time for the legendary runway model "Phoenix" to rise from the ashes and burn his empire to the ground. The Belated Confession from a Disqualified Father
Modern My six-year-old twins, Liam and Lily, begged to go to Disneyland.
But my husband, Julian Vance, planned to take his mistress to a prenatal clinic.
Annoyed by the twins' crying and deeming them "too delicate and spoiled," Julian drove them out to the Mojave Desert, demanding they learn how to survive on their own.
I couldn't even fathom it. I begged him desperately.
"Julian, please! Give me the coordinates! Tell me where my babies are!"
"They're only six! They'll die out there! I promise I'll discipline them. I'll never let them bother you again. Please, just let me go get them back!"
The only answer I got was the sound of him having sex with his mistress.
By the time Julian found out the truth, it was already too late.
He knelt before me, crying and pleading for forgiveness, but my children were no longer around to forgive him.
And I could never forgive him on their behalf. The Silent Luna: Rejected by the Blind Alpha
Werewolf The sound of his pen scratching against the paper was louder than the thunder outside.
Beside me, Dante, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, reeked of a sickly, synthetic sweetness—a witch's hex perfume that clouded his mind and made him obsessed with another woman.
He tossed a folder onto my lap without even looking at me.
"File this with the Council tomorrow," he ordered, his eyes glazed over as he texted his mistress, Sofia. "It's just the logistics report."
He didn't know he had just signed our divorce papers.
Suddenly, he slammed on the brakes in the middle of a dark highway.
"Get out," he snarled, his eyes glowing a feral yellow. "Sofia is being attacked. I need the car. You're slowing me down."
I froze. "Dante, this is Rogue territory."
"Survive," he scoffed.
He forced me out of the safety of the SUV and sped away, leaving his Fated Mate standing in the freezing rain to save a mistress who was lying on a yacht.
My wolf didn't weep this time. She growled.
I looked at the signed document in my hand. He thought he was stripping my access to the treasury, but he had just legally set me free.
I didn't wait for him to return.
I took the papers, withdrew fifty million dollars from his account, and vanished to the West Coast.
When he finally clears the witch's fog from his mind and comes looking for his submissive wife, he won't find Elena the doormat.
He will face the White Wolf. His Heir, Her Escape
Billionaires I was the woman who pulled my husband, tech billionaire Brayden Quinn, out of the gutter. Our story was a modern fairy tale everyone knew.
Then I discovered I was pregnant. But the baby wasn't mine. It was an embryo created by him and my worst enemy, implanted in me without my consent. I was just a surrogate for their heir.
When my mother was dying, he refused to help, letting her perish from medical neglect because he was too busy with his mistress.
When I tried to leave, he had my lawyer disbarred and locked me in our mansion, a prisoner in a gilded cage. He held me against a wall and told me I was his property forever.
After he subjected me to a terrifying medical procedure just to remind me of who was in control, I knew the man I had saved was a monster.
He hadn't just betrayed me; he had murdered my mother and stolen my body.
So I made a deal with his greatest rival. I sold my controlling stake in his company for five hundred million dollars and a plan to disappear. On the deck of the superyacht he named after me, I faked a miscarriage, set off an explosion, and threw myself into the sea.
Brayden Quinn would believe I was dead. He would believe he had driven his wife and his precious heir to suicide.
Let him live with that. Love’s Ashes, Archer’s Regret
Romance Francesca Freeman had loved Archer Collins for ten years, ever since her father brought the skinny, silent boy home from the streets. He became her brother in name, but in her heart, he was always something more.
Then, on the night he proposed, she overheard his chilling conversation with Amelia Ball: their engagement was merely the first step in his calculated revenge to destroy her family.
Every kiss, every tender word since, was a lie. He called her sick, a monster, and had his men beat her, all while she endured, knowing she was just a pawn in his cruel game. He even gave her murdered mother's last memento to Amelia, the very woman who orchestrated the fire that killed her.
She couldn't comprehend such betrayal from the boy she had loved, the one who had vowed to protect her. Why did he believe Amelia's lies over her, over the family who took him in?
With her heart turned to ash, Francesca Freeman made a choice: she would erase her identity, disappear completely, and leave Archer to face the consequences of his own blind hatred. My Husband's Secret Divorce
Romance The fluorescent hum of the DMV was the soundtrack to my boring life, until I tried to replace my lost driver's license.
"Your marital status. It says you're divorced," the clerk said, shattering my five-year marriage to Jackson Parks with a single, flat sentence.
My husband, Jackson, the man who swore he loved me, had secretly divorced me three years ago. Not only that, he had remarried the very next day to Candida Camacho, the woman who had tried to murder me on my wedding day and left me infertile. And they had a two-year-old son, Joey.
I stumbled home, my world a blur, only to find Jackson and Candida in our living room, arguing. "I hate having to pretend for that pathetic woman!" Candida shrieked. Jackson, my husband, pleaded, "I love you. I've always loved you."
The man I sacrificed everything for, who swore to destroy her, was now playing house with my attempted murderer, and I was the fool living in his house, sleeping in his bed, believing his lies.
The pain in my abdomen, a phantom ache from five years ago, flared to life, mirroring the gaping wound in my soul. I would not be his victim anymore.
"Hamilton," I said into the phone, my voice clear and steady. "I need your help. I need you to help me die." Picking Up The Relationship Trash
Modern "Olivia, we need to break up." I said the words quietly. We were sitting on the couch we' d picked out together two years ago. Instead of concern, she laughed, thinking it was a joke because she forgot almond milk.
Then her phone buzzed. It was Liam. Again. "Can we not do this right now? It's Liam. He needs me." It was always Liam. On our anniversary, the night my grandmother died. He always had a crisis only Olivia could solve.
He arrived less than twenty minutes later, looking pale and distressed. He saw me, and his voice, laced with fake vulnerability, faltered. "Olivia said you guys were having a talk. I can go if this is a bad time. I just… I had another panic attack." He looked at Olivia, playing the victim, making me the bad guy.
I' d seen this a hundred times: the late-night calls, the fabricated emergencies. I felt a snap inside me. "You' re always having a panic attack, Liam," I blurted. "You strategically dismantle. You make sure you are always the priority."
Liam recoiled, his face crumbling. Olivia' s face hardened, disappointment aimed squarely at me. "Noah, stop it. You know he struggles. How can you be so cruel?" She moved to Liam' s side, placing a protective arm around him. She was comforting him. From me. My heart dissolved. I was the outsider.
"I' m tired of coming in second place to him. I' m tired of being the bad guy for wanting a partner, not a part-time caregiver for your friend." I grabbed my bag. As I walked out, Olivia' s voice, thick with disbelief, followed me. "You' re really leaving? Over this? You' re just going to throw everything away because you' re jealous?" I stopped but didn' t turn. "It was already thrown away, Liv. I' m just the one finally picking up the trash." I closed the door. Disowned Daughter, Reborn Artist
Young Adult I was the golden girl, the champion equestrian, adored by my father, cherished by my brother, and deeply in love with my high school sweetheart, living a perfect suburban life.
Then, on my 18th birthday, everything shattered when my father brought home Maria, a "troubled teen" he adopted, and suddenly, I ceased to exist.
My father, brother, and even the boy I loved, Ethan, turned their backs on me, falling for Maria' s fragile, manipulative act, consistently choosing her over me, climaxing with them missing my college graduation for her regional play.
When I confronted them about their abandonment, my own father struck me, my brother coldly told me to "get out," and later, after I cooked a meal to try for closure, they accused me of poisoning Maria, believing her fabricated allergic reaction.
Utterly broken and disowned, I fled in a thunderstorm, leaving behind the only family I'd ever known, not realizing it was just the beginning of my rebirth. Reborn on the Day of Reckoning
Billionaires The faint line on the pregnancy test glowed, a stark white against the cold marble. My hand trembled, not with joy, but with the icy grip of a memory that chilled me to the bone. This was the day, the exact day it all began to unravel in my first life.
Ethan, my charming, ambitious husband, a rising Harrison political star. And Seraphina, my beautiful, "golden child" stepsister, who always got what she wanted. I remembered their smiles, their whispers, and how they destroyed me.
The searing pain of the car veering off the road, the blinding headlights, Sera' s triumphant sneer in the shadows just before the end.
They wanted my inheritance, my position, and my very existence gone. My baby, this tiny, unformed life inside me now, had died with me then. Their betrayal was complete, my fate sealed.
How could they have been so cruel, so calculating, to orchestrate such a gruesome end for a naive wife and her unborn child? The bitter injustice had consumed me, haunting my final moments. Yet, here I was.
Reborn. I was actually back, precisely on the day of my first demise. The universe, it seemed, had a twisted sense of humor, or perhaps, a penchant for second acts.
But this time, I wouldn' t be the unaware victim. Ava Harrison would no longer be a naive fool, easily dazzled and discarded.
This time, Ava Harrison would be the one pulling the strings. My objective was clear, etched in the remembered pain: secure my child' s future, and make them all pay. Every single one of them. My revenge finally begins tonight. The Afterthought Boyfriend
Romance The pen hovered, ready to sign the lease for our new apartment, signaling a huge step forward after seven years with Chloe.
This was supposed to be it, our future, a real home we'd finally share.
Then, her phone buzzed for the third time in minutes, betraying the familiar source of chaos: Liam.
"He needs me," she whispered, already pulling away, leaving me stranded with two unsigned leases and a bewildered agent.
My heart sank when I scrolled social media to find Liam's smug selfie with Chloe, her arm around him, captioned "My angel, always there."
Her follow-up text wasn't "Are you okay?" but an angry accusation: "Are you trying to make me look bad? I'm dealing with something real here."
The supposed "crisis" was a lie, a performance designed to put Liam first, as always.
Seven years of always being second, of cancelled plans and hollow apologies, now burned with the bitter truth: he wasn't having a relapse, he was just having my Chloe.
Every single time, her excuses and empty promises had left me feeling like an afterthought, my feelings dismissed.
How could I have been so foolishly hopeful, clinging to the belief that her fleeting affection was genuine love, not just a desperate cling to a safety net?
Then, my boss offered an escape: a lead designer position in San Francisco, a chance for a fresh start.
I was done with the lies, the neglect, the constant battle for a love that wasn't truly mine.
Looking Chloe in the eye, despite my fever, I declared, "We're over. Your apologies are always too late."
This time, I was choosing myself, walking away for good. Celestial Queen: Her Comeback Is Astronomical
Sci-fi Ava Hayes, daughter of a revered NASA astronaut, felt destiny pulling her toward the stars, just like her hero father who'd sacrificed his life on a mission.
A glittering gala was her chance to connect, but the night twisted into a public nightmare when intimate photos of her were auctioned off as a "gag."
Her childhood friends, Liam and Owen, stood by, even laughing, manipulated by Bianca, whose family had built a false legacy from her own father's alleged heroism, eclipsing Ava's true family sacrifice.
This wasn't just a prank; it was a calculated attack.
The public shaming escalated with fabricated scandals, dragging her father's name through the mud and pushing Ava to the brink of suicide.
How could the boys whose fathers owed their lives to hers turn so vile?
The betrayal left her broken, yet through the ashes of despair, her mentor, Dr. Ramirez, pulled her back.
Ava disappeared, finding refuge and rebuilding her brilliance at a remote observatory.
But redemption, and revenge, have a way of finding their moment.
Now, she's back, a lead astrophysicist, commanding a groundbreaking AstroCorp project.
The scars of their cruelty run deep, but they fueled her rise.
Little do Liam and Owen know, the truth about her father's ultimate sacrifice is about to rewrite history, and Ava is ready to collect on every single wound they inflicted. You might like
Betrayed by My Boyfriend, Claimed by the Mafia Boss
Krystal Catherine loved Marco with all her heart.
Until she discovered that he had betrayed her with her own sister.
Instead of defending Catherine, her family blamed her for standing in the way of their happiness. To them, she was nothing more than an unwanted daughter who had ruined the love story between Marco and the sister they had always favored.
So Catherine gave them exactly what they wanted.
She gave up Marco. She gave up the family that had never truly seen her as one of their own. Just when she thought her life couldn't get any worse, her parents sold her for twenty thousand dollars to an old, ugly man who had already been married once.
Catherine thought her life was over.
Then a stranger appeared and offered her a way out.
His name was Lorenzo.
He offered Catherine a contract marriage.
He needed a wife.
She needed protection.
It seemed like a simple arrangement, and Catherine never expected it to change her life forever.Because she didn't know who Lorenzo really was.
To the world, Lorenzo was a ruthless billionaire and the heir to one of the country's most powerful business empires.
Behind closed doors, he was far more dangerous.
He was the heir to a Mafia dynasty, a man who controlled an empire built on blood, fear, and absolute power.
When Lorenzo offered Catherine a marriage of convenience, she accepted without hesitation.
He needed a wife.
She needed protection.
Neither of them wanted love.
At least, that was what they told themselves.
But after Catherine became Mrs. Romano, Lorenzo's rules began to change. He wanted to know where she went, who she spoke to, and which man dared look at her for too long. The more Catherine tried to keep their marriage strictly business, the more possessive Lorenzo became.
He no longer wanted a temporary wife.
He wanted Catherine completely.
Then Marco finally realized he had made the biggest mistake of his life and came back for her. He expected Catherine to still be the woman who waited for him, forgave him, and accepted whatever affection he was willing to offer.
But Catherine was no longer that woman.
The daughter her family discarded had become the wife of the most dangerous man in the underworld.
And Lorenzo Romano would burn the world down before he let anyone take his wife away. Rejected While Pregnant, I Reclaimed My Power
Shangyou Fusu While I was pregnant, my husband held a party downstairs for another woman's son.
Through a hidden mental link, I overheard my husband, Don Dante Rossi, tell his consigliere he was going to publicly reject me tomorrow. He planned to make his mistress, Serena, his new mate.
An act forbidden by ancient law while I carried his heir.
Later, Serena cornered me, her smile venomous. When Dante appeared, she shrieked, clawing her own arm and blaming me for the attack.
Dante didn't even look at me. He snarled a command that froze my body and stole my voice, ordering me from his sight as he cradled her.
He moved her and her son into our master suite. I was demoted to the guest room at the end of the hall.
Passing her open door, I saw him rocking her baby, humming the lullaby my own mother used to sing to me.
I heard him promise her, "Soon, my love. I'll sever the bond and give you the life you deserve."
The love I felt for him, the power I'd hidden for four years to protect his fragile ego, all turned to ice.
He thought I was a weak, powerless wife he could discard. He was about to find out that the woman he betrayed was Alessia De Luca, princess of the most powerful family on the continent.
And I was finally going home. The Mafia Heiress's Ruthless Revenge
Blair Dippel I was happily pregnant through IVF, thinking I had finally built a perfect life with my billionaire husband, Dante.
Then, an anonymous photo led me to a hidden drawer in his study, where I found a vasectomy confirmation dated a full year before we even started trying for a baby.
My world shattered when I went to his office for answers and overheard him talking to his assistant.
"This marriage, this child... it's all a sacrifice. I needed the perfect substitute to build up and destroy, just to prove my loyalty to Elara."
The painful IVF injections, my precious pregnancy, our entire marriage—it was all a meticulously crafted performance for his childhood sweetheart. He even planned to publicly humiliate me at an upcoming gala as a welcome gift for her return.
I wept for the years I had wasted and for my innocent unborn child, conceived merely as a pawn in their sick, twisted game. They thought they could discard me like trash because they believed I was just a helpless orphan with no one to turn to.
But they didn't know I had spent the last three years hiding my true identity for the sake of this marriage. Wiping away my tears, I picked up my phone and called my father, the most feared underground king in the world. Rejected by the Son, I Chose the Don
Rabbit On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up.
As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress.
The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me.
The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one.
With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered.
I chose the one man they never expected.
I chose his father, the Don himself.
From Jilted Bride To Mafia Empress
Xiao Wang For seven years, I was the architect of my fiancé's criminal empire and the strategist behind his every move. I was Dante Gallo’s unofficial Consigliere, his partner in everything but name. Tomorrow, I was finally supposed to marry him and take my place as the queen to his throne.
But on the eve of our wedding, a single text message sent by mistake detonated my life. It was a photo from Dante, showing a platinum wedding band on his hand. The message read: “Married this morning. She’s safe now.”
My gaze fell to the engagement ring on my own finger. It was the identical band, just smaller. The engraved initials ‘D.I.’ didn’t stand for Dante and I. They stood for Dante and Isabella—his childhood sweetheart. My entire relationship was a lie; I was just a shield to protect his one true love.
He dismissed my discovery as a "tantrum." Then, his new bride began taunting me, sending a picture of them tangled in bedsheets with the caption: "Loser." They expected me to break. They thought I would shatter.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were. I forwarded the picture to Isabella’s fiancé, a man far more dangerous than Dante. "Your fiancée is in Suite 8808 at the Grand Hyatt," I told him. "I'll meet you downstairs. We're going to crash their party." Sold To The Mafia Lord ( Mafia obsession)
Jhumie_Writes I was sold to pay off my father's debt. But instead of freedom, I found myself owned by a monster in a suit.
Emilia never expected her life to be torn apart overnight. Quiet, soft-spoken, and painfully naïve, she was handed over like a transaction, to the most feared Mafia Lord in the city. Lucien Moretti is powerful, ruthless, and cold as ice. He doesn't need her love, just her obedience.
But Emilia isn't prepared for the way his eyes burn when someone else touches her. Or the way her heart races when he lowers his walls, if only for a second.
Everyone says Lucien has no soul.
But monsters don't protect girls like her.
And they definitely don't bleed.
As secrets unravel and blood debts resurface, Emilia must decide: is Lucien her captor... or her only chance at survival?
In a world of betrayal and danger, she was sold to the devil.
But the devil might just be falling for her.
The Bastard Bride's Vow of Mafia Vengeance
Anywho My father arranged a marriage for my half-sister, Emmalee, with Don Damian Griffith, the ruthless "King of New York." But Emmalee, in love with a penniless lawyer, refused and, weeping, pointed at me, the illegitimate daughter, offering me as the sacrifice.
My stepmother packed cheap plastic pearls and copper chains, and my father coldly told me to "bleed quietly" if the Don decided to cut me.
"Don't think you've won, Isabell," Emmalee hissed, handing me a shimmering emerald gown, the signature color of the Don's volatile mistress-a clear death trap. Why did my own family want me dead?
As the armored car pulled away, I dumped the green silk, put on a dress of pure ivory, and fastened our family's stolen midnight-blue sapphires around my neck. They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter, but I was walking into the lion's den with a hidden blade.
Shadows of the Vow (You Fuck With Darkness, You See Shadows)
Jennie N She entered his world as prey. Now, she's learning to bite back.
After her mother's death, Annabelle Gracia seeks fragile solace in the flower shop-until her father trades her to Antonioni D'Angélo, the ruthless mafia billionaire known as The Shadow King. Nights with him burn with pain, pleasure, and control. His coldness shields a heart hunted by a dangerous fraternity, one that will not forgive tenderness-love is a risk he cannot afford. Yet desire refuses to be silenced. In their world, love is weakness, and weakness could destroy them both.
Antonioni is not just another mafia heir; he is a force who commands the world's shadows. Beyond the empire most will never see: high-stakes deals in European marketplaces, clandestine arms trades, and the quiet power of a man who moves money, influence, and danger across continents.
Once fragile, she rises. No longer a pawn, she becomes his fiercest ally and mafia queen, his quiet hope. But betrayal is never far, and enemies wait in the shadows. When Nora, the daughter of one of their deadliest rivals, enters their world, alliances shatter, and danger multiplies.
In a world ruled by secrets and scars, can love save them... or destroy them? 
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