Allena Sari_
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Last Words: Married for Revenge
Mafia A brilliant career, immense wealth, stunning beauty, and being born into a conglomerate family perfectly describe Laila's life. Moreover, she has just tied the knot at a young age with her first love, Renald. Despite her father's vehement objections, she managed to convince him that Renald was the best choice. However, her life soon turned into a disaster. The man she fought so hard for was embroiled in a scandal with someone close to her. Renald not only betrayed her but also stripped her of nearly all her wealth.
At the same time, Laila uncovered the shocking truth that her father was a ruthless murderer. Overwhelmed with turmoil, she transformed into a vengeful monster, bringing Renald and the other woman to their knees, haunted by shadows of death. Yet, amidst her quest for revenge, she uncovered a startling revelation about her husband. He turned out to be a specter from her family's past, now determined to claim her throne. Meanwhile, her father was teetering on the brink of ruin.
So, who is Renald really? Can Laila carry out her plans amidst the barrage of unexpected truths? You might like
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Today, he picked me up from prison only to abandon me at my family's estate. His reason? Chiara was having another one of her "episodes."
My parents then informed me I'd be staying in the third-floor storage room, so as not to disturb the fragile girl who stole my life.
They celebrated her "recovery" with a lavish dinner party, while I was treated like a ghost. When I refused to join, my mother hissed that I was ungrateful, and my father called me jealous.
They assumed I couldn't understand their venomous whispers. But prison was my university. I learned Spanish. I understood every word.
It was then I realized I wasn't just a sacrifice; I was disposable. The love I once felt for all of them had turned to ash.
That night, in the dusty storage room, I logged onto an encrypted channel I'd set up years ago. A single message was waiting: "The offer stands. Do you accept?" My hands, scarred and steady, typed back, "I accept." From Underworld to Crown
rabbit My fiancé, Richard Ahmed, had been unfaithful.
His mistress, Eva Marsh, sent me a provocative video.
In the video, Richard and Eva were passionately kissing, while his friends cheered loudly, "You two are perfect for each other. You should get married."
Richard's parents were holding Eva's hand, saying, "You're the only one we see as part of the family."
I let out a cold laugh and dialed the number of my father, the head of a criminal syndicate. "Get in touch with a team for me. I have a live stream event planned."
"Alright. The condition is that you return to Zlomont and become the new head of the Brooks Group." A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD
Nooriva "Where do you think you're going, huh? You're mine now, Little Mouse. Get back in the house!" Vincenzo's voice boomed, sending chills down Victoria's spine as her world seemed to crumble.
Victoria Washington was shattered-betrayed by her boyfriend who dumped her the day before his wedding, to her sister. She was left humiliated, mocked by everyone. But fate had other plans for her.
She's broken, he's lost. She's full of fear, and he's the monster. Yet, somehow, he's her light while he remains in darkness.
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The Heiress My Husband Cast Away
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“I’m handling an emergency,” he snapped, then hung up. An hour later, my brother was dead.
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But when the nurse called my name, the man who stood up beside his pregnant mistress was my husband.
In the sterile silence of that waiting room, he chose her. He later confessed he was being blackmailed by her family—a weakness that was a death sentence in our world. That night, he moved his mistress into our home, into my bedroom, and locked me away like a prisoner in the staff quarters. He wasn't imprisoning his wife; he was guarding an asset. He needed the legitimate heir I carried to save his crumbling empire.
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He was shielding another woman—his ruthless business partner—from a downpour, letting his own thousand-dollar suit get soaked just to protect her. The headline flashed below them, calling their new alliance a "power move" that would reshape the city.
The guests at my gallery immediately began to whisper. Their pitying looks turned my greatest triumph into a public spectacle of humiliation. Then his text arrived, a cold, final confirmation of my place in his life: “Something came up. Isabella needed me. You understand. Business.”
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My heart didn't break that night. It turned to ice. He hadn't just neglected me; he had erased me.
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He barely glanced up, annoyed at the interruption to his empire-building. He snatched the pen and signed on the line I’d marked.
He didn’t know the page tucked directly underneath was our divorce decree.
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