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The Bastard Bride's Vow of Mafia Vengeance
Mafia 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.
His Twisted Love, My Gilded Pain
Romance My mother married Mr. Hayes when I was seven, thrusting me into a glittering mansion that quickly became a gilded cage. From day one, Alex, Mr. Hayes's son, started a campaign of torment, seemingly blaming me for his mother' s death.
Then, my world shattered. My mother, caught having an affair, was brutally disfigured and cast out, forcing me, a child, to become her sole caretaker in squalid poverty. Alex' s revenge escalated from mind games to direct attacks, turning school into a hell of bullying and rumors, pushing me to the brink of collapse.
Just as I clung to a scholarship as my only escape, Alex' s cousin, Tiffany, appeared on campus, her face a scarred mirror of my mother' s fate, spreading malicious lies that threatened to destroy my future before it began. Alex, now a man of terrifying power, loomed over me, making it clear there was no escape from his reach. Desperate, I stepped into his world, trading my dignity for a chance at freedom.
The ultimate betrayal came when I discovered his meticulously orchestrated torment was intricately linked to his mother' s tragic death, and that he had ensnared me in a twisted recreation of her fate. The revelation was horrifying, a culmination of years of calculated cruelty designed to break me entirely.
Yet, a shocking truth emerged: my mother' s final, desperate act of love, selling herself to human traffickers to provide for me, cracked open a window to Alex' s own traumatic past. Finally understanding the deep, shared wounds that bound us, I resolved to sever all ties, choosing freedom over eternal hatred. The Betrayal That Broke Us
Romance My life with Julian was a decade-long fairytale, a testament to building an empire from nothing.
He was the charismatic face, I was the quiet strategist; together, we were Thorne Industries, a force to be reckoned with.
Then, a call from a school nurse shattered it all.
"Is this Mrs. Thorne?" she asked, her voice rushed.
I corrected her, a polite smile on my face. "It's Ms. Vance, actually. Is everything okay with Ethan?"
"Ethan? No, ma'am. This is about your son, Leo Thorne."
Leo Thorne. A name I didn't recognize, a son I didn't have.
My world tilted.
The nurse was calling for Julian's legal wife, Chloe-a woman I knew as his executive assistant, a woman whose eyes always lingered on him a little too long.
Chloe, his wife, and mother to his son, Leo.
The word "wife" echoed in my silent office, a brutal, horrifying truth.
Every late night he supposedly worked, every solo business trip, twisted into a grotesque betrayal.
Before I could even process this seismic shift, a sharp cramp seized me, followed by another.
Blood. Our baby. Julian's betrayal was killing our child.
When I woke up, the baby was gone. Julian, playing the grieving husband, told me it was my fault, "the stress."
He acted the part, even as he tried to frame my miscarriage for his mistress and their son, a son he' d had for years, a whole life hidden from me.
Then, Liam Sterling, my competitor and old college friend, sent an envelope. Inside were photos: Julian, Chloe, and two children, Leo and a girl I didn't know, a picture of a perfect family.
And a text from Chloe: "Heard about the baby. Too bad. Some wombs just aren't meant to hold on."
My fury, cold and clear, solidified into a single, diamond-hard resolve.
They would pay. Julian, the monster, and Chloe, who had just admitted something far worse: she was the drunk driver who killed my mother four years ago, and Julian had covered it up.
He thought I was weak. He thought I wouldn't fight.
He was wrong.
My voice recorder, hidden beneath my pillow, captured his monstrous plan:
"Once Elara's baby is born, we'll tell her it died. Then we'll register the baby as ours."
He was going to steal my child.
The rage was a firestorm.
I called Liam Sterling. "I want to destroy Julian Thorne. I want him to lose everything. And I want her in jail for the rest of her life."
The game was on. Lost Memories, Found Truths
Modern The rain lashed against the window, mirroring the fresh bruises blooming on my skin.
I lay on the cold bathroom tile, my breath a shallow, ragged gasp; another "accident" Mark would explain away.
He stood over me, bored and callous, reminding me our son would be late for dinner-as if I chose to be broken on the floor.
My sister, Chloe, bright and oblivious, called from the front door, offering ice cream, a lifeline I couldn't grasp.
"Ava's not feeling well," Mark lied, his voice dripping with fake concern for her ears, sealing me away.
My last chance gone, a profound cold enveloped me, deeper than the tile, as my life ebbed away, thinking of Leo who' d never see his mother again.
Then, the pain vanished, replaced by an eerie lightness; I was standing, looking down at my own lifeless body.
I watched, a silent phantom, as Mark called someone, casually planning to claim double indemnity on my life insurance, describing my death as a convenient "fall."
He felt no grief, only calculation.
The next morning, he made Leo dinosaur pancakes, telling him Mommy was "very tired," twisting my absence into abandonment.
Later, I saw him systematically erase me-tossing my treasured memories, even ripping apart the novel my grandmother gave me, a symbolic execution of my very existence.
He wasn't just disposing of my things; he was annihilating any proof of who I was.
I floated there, a ghost of a life brutally taken, haunted by the chilling clarity of his calculated cruelty.
I had to find a way to make him pay. The System's Choice, Her Refusal
Modern The National STEM Innovators Challenge was my last hope. My little brother, Leo, desperately needed experimental treatment for his rare genetic condition. Winning the astronomical prize money was the only way to save his life.
But every round, it was the same nightmare: Tiffany Harrington, my relentless rival, would beat me. Not by much, but by an impossible, precise ten points, mirroring crushing defeats from a past I couldn't escape.
No matter how flawless my code or how innovative my robotic design, Tiff' s score would appear exactly ten points higher. My own boyfriend, Jake, sided with her, dismissing my suspicions as "sore losing," drawn by her family's wealth and influence. Tiff' s cruel taunts about Leo' s deteriorating health twisted the knife deeper, leaving me feeling utterly alone and powerless.
How could this be happening again? How did she always predict the exact margin? It wasn't just cheating; it felt like a predetermined, relentless pattern designed to break me, as if an invisible force was pulling the strings, defying all logic and fairness.
Desperate to crack this impossible code, I decided I had to test it. In the final round of the Challenge, I would do the unthinkable: submit absolutely nothing. I had to know if this "ten-point rule" was absolute, even if it meant risking everything for Leo. The Game of Power
Sci-fi Chloe Sterling was crying again, the 'Live Feed' above her head branding her 'Heartbroken_And_Clueless.'
She was my ticket out of the Rust Belt, but her secret pregnancy with a powerful senator made her a liability. My jaw tightened.
Poverty taught me to cut away anything that dragged me back down. I didn't hesitate.
I dealt with the senator, making it look like a tragic accident.
I manipulated the scandal, stepped into Chloe's shoes, married Liam Vance, and turned him into my puppet. I thought I'd won, untouchable in my new empire.
My naive project, Chloe, found a new 'friend,' Ben. I warned her.
But when I found her bruised, a rage unlike any calculation took over. This was personal.
I tracked Ben down. It was brutal, quick.
But as I stood over his body, Grandma Esther and Liam appeared. They knew everything, had evidence.
My empire teetered. Their solution: frame Chloe, the fragile heiress, for Ben's death.
My Chloe – the girl I'd used, yet somehow cared for.
Before I could process the monstrous demand, Chloe stepped in. She'd heard.
'Don' t. Not for me.' Then, in a heartbreaking act of self-sacrifice, she jumped.
But as grief threatened to consume me, a chilling message flashed across my 'Live Feed': 'Welcome, Ava, to the Next Level.'
My life, this rise to power – all a 'narrative,' a 'test.' They offered a reset.
All memories, all experiences, retained.
Clutching Chloe's worn worry stone, I chose to go back.
I'm twelve again, in the Rust Belt.
But this time, I know the game. I'm ready to play it differently. The Livestream That Revealed a Murder
Modern I was just a lost orphan, yearning for a family. When Noah Grayson called me his "little shadow" and brought me home to their opulent New England mansion, I thought my life had finally turned a corner.
My adoptive sister, Sophia, arrived soon after. Her smiles never quite reached her eyes, and carefully orchestrated "accidents" and whispers of my instability began to chip away at my new life, isolating me from my brother, my art, and my very sanity.
They branded me "troubled" and "unstable," turning Noah's affection into disappointment, then icy distance. My desperate pleas were dismissed as paranoia. I was banished to the family’s dilapidated manor, a gilded cage where my reality slowly unraveled under Sophia’s cruel hand and the "care" of a doctor she hired, who abused me.
Do you know what it feels like to be erased? To have every memory, every word, every piece of your being twisted and used against you? To be trapped, with no one to believe you as the darkness consumes you?
They thought they had buried me and my secret. But within the decaying grandeur of that manor, I left a message. Five years later, a popular ghost hunter stumbled upon my hidden tablet. Now, the dark truth about the Grayson family, my manipulative sister, and the murder they called a disappearance, is finally coming to light. I'm The Master Of My Fate
Modern My girlfriend is proud and cold, she has never been kind to me. We have been together for three years, and whenever I accidentally touch her, she would humiliate herself by shedding tears. I thought she was pure and precious, so I loved her even more, but then she slept with her childhood friend.
On the eve of our engagement, she wanted to buy a car, but I got into a car accident while picking her up. When I called her, I heard her childhood friend's voice saying, "This Ferrari is just okay, barely acceptable!" My girlfriend comforted him gently and then impatiently yelled at me, "You're such a useless person! Forget it, just send me 2 million yuan, Xander brother is almost ready to pick up the car."
I closed my eyes in despair. When I opened them again, I was back to the day when Noreen wanted to buy a car. I rushed to the 4S store to witness their ugly behavior. You might like
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.
My Husband's Brother Owns My Secret
Rabbit My marriage to Joshua Caldwell was a prison sentence. I was a Hartman trophy, sold to the powerful family who had destroyed mine.
Then I discovered he was cheating. His mistress was pregnant with the child he denied me, and he was stealing my secret song lyrics to build her career. When I confronted him, he called me a spineless liability and threatened to destroy what was left of my family.
To make matters worse, a one-night stand with a stranger turned out to be with my husband's brother, Anthony Caldwell-the Don of the city. He knew all of Joshua's secrets and used them to trap me in a twisted game, seeing me as nothing more than an asset.
They both thought I was a broken doll they could control.
I wrote a song for his mistress, a beautiful execution with a single, impossible note I knew would destroy her voice.
She sang it, and now her career is over.
Now the Don has summoned me to Chicago, not knowing the woman he thinks is his asset is the one who just burned his brother's world to the ground. The Capo's Scarred Wife: A Vicious Comeback
Sofia Wade I was the Chicago Outfit's princess, and Luca and Matteo were my sworn protectors. We had mixed our blood at ten years old, promising that nothing would ever touch me.
But that oath turned to ash the night Sofia Ricci aimed a Roman candle at my chest.
The firework slammed into my shoulder, igniting my silk dress instantly. As I rolled on the concrete, screaming while the flames ate into my skin, I waited for my boys to save me.
They didn't.
Instead, I watched through the smoke as they rushed to Sofia. They wrapped their jackets—the ones meant to shield me—around the girl who had just set me on fire, comforting her because the "kickback" had scared her.
They let me burn to keep her warm.
When I woke up in the hospital with permanent scars, they brought me a letter of apology from her and defended her "accident." They even cut their palms to pay her debt, ignoring the fact that I was the one in bandages.
That was the moment Elena Vitiello died.
I didn't scream. I didn't beg. I simply packed my bags and defected to the one place they couldn't follow: the arms of Dante Moretti, the lethal Capo of New York.
By the time they realized their mistake and came crawling back to beg in the rain, I was already wearing another man's ring.
"You want forgiveness?" I asked, looking down at them.
"Burn for it." Contract With The Devil: Love In Shackles
Dorine Koestler I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved.
He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, and tapped his screen again.
"Done," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.
That was Dante Moretti. The Underboss. A man who could smell a lie from a mile away but couldn't see that his wife had just handed him an annulment decree disguised beneath a stack of mundane logistics reports.
For three years, I scrubbed his blood out of his shirts. I saved his family's alliance when his ex, Sofia, ran off with a civilian.
In return, he treated me like furniture.
He left me in the rain to save Sofia from a broken nail. He left me alone on my birthday to drink champagne on a yacht with her. He even handed me a glass of whiskey—her favorite drink—forgetting that I despised the taste.
I was merely a placeholder. A ghost in my own home.
So, I stopped waiting. I burned our wedding portrait in the fireplace, left my platinum ring in the ashes, and boarded a one-way flight to San Francisco.
I thought I was finally free. I thought I had escaped the cage.
But I underestimated Dante.
When he finally opened that file weeks later and realized he had signed away his wife without looking, the Reaper didn't accept defeat.
He burned down the world to find me, obsessed with reclaiming the woman he had already thrown away. My Cold Heart: Rejecting The Mafia Boss
Jia Zhong My husband, the Outfit’s most feared Consigliere, stood up and buttoned his suit jacket.
He had just convinced a jury that Sofia Moretti was innocent.
But we both knew the truth: Sofia had poisoned my mother over a spilled martini on her Valentino dress.
Instead of comforting me, Dante looked at me with cold, dead eyes.
"If you make a scene," he whispered, gripping my arm until it bruised, "I will bury you in a psychiatric ward so deep even God won't find you."
To protect the Family alliance, he sacrificed his wife.
When I tried to fight back, he drugged me at a gala.
He let a private investigator take photos of me, naked and unconscious, just to have leverage to keep me silent.
He paraded Sofia around our penthouse, letting her wear my dead mother’s shawl while I was banished to the staff quarters.
He thought he had broken me.
He thought I was just a nurse’s daughter he could manage.
But he made a fatal error.
He didn't read the "committal forms" I handed him to sign.
They were divorce papers, transferring his assets to me.
And the night of the yacht party, while he toasted to his victory with my mother's killer, I left my wedding ring on the deck.
I didn't jump to die.
I jumped to be reborn.
And when I resurfaced, I made sure Dante Russo burned for every sin. The Mafia's Forgotten Obsession
Sophie Abou "Don't die on me, Tom, I can't lose you for the second time. It will ruin me." Vivienne said desperately, holding his sweaty face in her hands.
Tom hid his pain and smiled up at her. "There are too many filthy fantasies of you and I in my head that I'm yet to carry out. I won't forgive myself if I die, Vee."
She couldn't look away...
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For Eight years, Vivienne lost her light after the death of her teenage lover, Tristan Bennett. Forced to engage his cruel stepbrother based on based on family's agreement, she made the decision to flee on their wedding day.
Now, hidden in a city where no one knows her name, she sort for a new job only for her to discover that her new billionaire boss was her lover who died eight years ago.
He doesn't remember her. He bears another name. And he has another woman now? Not any ordinary woman-A dangerous mafia lord's daughter who happens to be obsessed with him.
But Tristan, now known as Tom in his new mafia world wants to bail out, and he needs a contract marriage with a new woman to leave his obsessive girlfriend. Vivienne agreed to the marriage contract with every intention to help him get back his past memories.
But what happens when all circumstances surrounding them threatens to sabotage her efforts? Tom's cruel stepbrother who wanted Vivienne than breath itself-His Mafia boss, and his obsessive girlfriend.
Vivienne must risk danger and death to be with her lover again.
But some problems are far too complicated with many secrets to solve, and Vivienne is about to find out.
To Ruin Him, I Married His Rival
Rabbit Andrew Hebert, the man who promised to protect me, stood on a stage and announced his engagement to my tormentor. It wasn't just heartbreak; it was a business deal. He was selling me to a creditor to cover his gambling debts.
The applause of the powerful families was a death sentence, each clap sealing my fate as collateral. Andrew had paraded me here just to show everyone I was an asset to be liquidated, while his new fiancée smirked at me from the stage.
I was trapped, with no money and no one to turn to. The man I loved was leading me to the slaughter.
But as I fled into the library, a voice emerged from the shadows, deep and dangerous.
Damien Maddox. The Dark Don. The only man Andrew feared.
He offered me a different kind of cage, one with the power to burn Andrew's world to the ground.
With nothing left to lose, I looked the devil in the eyes.
"Take me with you." His Discarded Gem: Shining In The Ruthless Don's Arms
Temple Madison For four years, I traced the bullet scar on Chace’s chest, believing it was proof he would bleed to keep me safe.
On our anniversary, he told me to wear white because "tonight changes everything." I walked into the gala thinking I was getting a ring.
Instead, I stood frozen in the center of the ballroom, drowning in silk, watching him slide his mother's sapphire onto another woman's finger.
Karyn Warren. The daughter of a rival family.
When I begged him with my eyes to claim me, to save me from the public humiliation, he didn't flinch. He just leaned toward his Underboss, his voice amplified by the silence.
"Karyn is for power. Ember is for pleasure. Don't confuse the assets."
My heart didn't just break; it incinerated. He expected me to stay as his mistress, threatening to dig up my dead mother’s grave if I refused to play the obedient pet.
He thought I was trapped. He thought I had nowhere to go because of my father’s massive gambling debts.
He was wrong.
With shaking hands, I pulled out my phone and texted the one name I was never supposed to use.
Keith Mosley. The Don. The monster under Chace's bed.
*I am invoking the Blood Oath. My father’s debt. I am ready to pay it.*
His reply came three seconds later, buzzing against my palm like a warning.
*The price is marriage. You belong to me. Yes or No?*
I looked up at Chace, who was laughing with his new fiancée, thinking he owned me.
I looked down and typed three letters.
*Yes.* Mistaken Identity: Loving The Wrong Twin Sister
Tabbie Platt I replaced my twin sister in a marriage contract to the ruthless Mafia Don, Donovan Blackwood.
For three years, I was a ghost in his home, silently enduring his coldness while he flaunted his mistress, Chloe.
On the very last day of our contract, Chloe staged an accident.
Donovan didn't hesitate.
He forced me to drain my blood to save her life.
Then, to prove his loyalty to her, he drove me to the cliffs and pushed me into the freezing ocean.
He even locked me in a cellar infested with spiders—my deepest phobia—because she lied and said I threatened her.
He thought he was punishing the spoiled, arrogant Isabella.
He didn't know he was breaking Ava, the woman who had silently memorized his allergies and waited up for him in the dark every single night.
When I finally took my fifty million dollars and vanished, I left behind nothing but the divorce papers and a photo revealing the truth.
He tore the city apart, destroying my family to find me, only to realize he had tortured the wrong woman.
Now, he is standing on my porch in the pouring rain, staring in horror at the simple wooden ring on my finger given to me by another man.
He falls to his knees, begging for a chance to love the wife he tried to destroy.
I look at him, feeling absolutely nothing.
"It's too late, Donovan," I say, locking the door. "You killed her." 
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