Clara Winter
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His Mafia Princess's Revenge
Mafia My husband, Don Lorenzo Bianchi, the man who once took ninety-nine lashes for me, had just locked me in a guest room. I was four months pregnant with our child, the heir to his mafia empire.
My crime was throwing a glass of wine on his mistress, a woman he had moved into our home.
She cornered me in the garden, gloating that once the baby was born, he would give it to her to raise as her own. Later, she shoved me down the grand staircase, then threw herself down after me, screaming to my husband that I had tried to kill her.
As I lay in a pool of my own blood, Lorenzo rushed past me, scooping her into his arms and carrying her away without a single backward glance.
To force me to apologize, he had my parents brought to my hospital room and brutally whipped until they collapsed at his feet.
He was no longer the man who had 999 crystals sewn into my wedding dress. He was a monster who believed every lie she told and punished me for her crimes. How could the man who swore to love me forever become this cruel stranger?
But he didn't know the truth. Days before the fall, I had secretly terminated the pregnancy. I took the urn containing our child's ashes, filed for divorce, and disappeared from his world forever. His Ninety-Nine Betrayals, My Freedom
Modern My fiancé, a Navy SEAL Commander, postponed our wedding 99 times for my manipulative sister. For our 100th attempt, I put my foot down. This date, or no date.
He called two weeks before the wedding to cancel again. But this time, he threatened my career to force my compliance.
Then I overheard the truth. He was planning to marry my sister-a "temporary" arrangement to get her into an exclusive therapy program.
After he divorced her, he'd come back to me. I was his "certainty." His backup plan.
My own mother supported it, slapping me when I refused to play along.
"You will be a proper wife," she hissed.
I had spent five years as a placeholder, my life put on hold for their drama. I was done waiting.
I hung up the phone, canceled the wedding permanently, and volunteered for a three-year, off-the-grid assignment. But first, I took my wedding dress and a pair of scissors. My Marriage: A Million Lies
Modern My marriage to the cold New York tycoon, Eli Drake, was supposed to be an impossible love story. I was the rebellious artist who had chased him across continents, believing I' d found my soulmate.
Then I overheard a conversation that shattered everything. Our three-year marriage was a lie, a charade designed to protect his fragile sister-in-law, Kala. I was just the "lightning rod," strong enough to take the hits meant for her.
The worst part? He' d secretly had a vasectomy, letting me endure his family' s scorn for being "barren" while he knew the truth all along.
It all clicked into place: the public humiliations, the framed financial crimes, the "accidents" that left me scarred. They systematically broke me, forcing me to give a piece of my own skin to heal Kala and staging a car crash that landed me in prison.
Eli' s justification was always the same: "Kala is delicate. Not like you." He thought I was strong enough to take it, that my defiance was a tool he could use.
He exiled me, thinking I was broken and forgotten. He was wrong. I reinvented myself as the celebrated artist 'Lark.' And when he came crawling back, begging for forgiveness on a global stage, I knew my moment had come. My revenge would be a masterpiece. The Alpha's Rejected White Wolf Mate
Werewolf It was the night of my first solo art exhibition, but my Alpha mate, Cameron, was nowhere to be seen. The air was thick with champagne and praise, but every compliment felt like a slap, calling me "the Alpha's mate," not an artist.
Then I saw him on the news feed. He was shielding another woman, an Alpha Female, from camera flashes. The whispers in the room confirmed it: their packs were merging, sealed by a new mating. This wasn't just him being late; it was a public execution of our bond.
His voice cut into my mind, cold and detached. "Kacie needs me. You're an Omega, handle this." Not an apology, just an order. That was the moment the last thread of hope I’d clung to for four years finally snapped.
He hadn't just forgotten me; he had systematically erased me, even taking credit for the billion-dollar app born from my secret visions, dismissing my art as a mere "hobby."
But the quiet, submissive part of me died that night. I walked into a back office and sent a message to my lawyer.
I told her to draft a Rejection Ritual document, disguised as an Intellectual Property transfer for my "worthless" art. He would never read the fine print. With the same arrogance he used to shatter my soul, he was about to sign his own away. His Obsession Became My Perfect Escape
Romance I've been married to Emit Arnold for three years. It was a shotgun wedding, forced after I woke up in his bed, drugged and confused. On that same day, the woman he truly loved died in a car crash, and I was instantly recast as the villain who had stolen her life.
Now, my adopted sister, Gigi, a hauntingly perfect copy of his dead lover, lives with us. He adores her, while my own children run past me to throw their arms around her instead.
He humiliates me in front of our family, suggesting I'm unstable and need to be sent away "to rest." The final blow came at the annual charity gala. He took the sapphire necklace he once gave me, the last symbol of a love I thought we had, and fastened it around Gigi's neck for the whole world to see.
Watching him gently brush a stray hair from her face, a gesture once reserved only for me, I knew it was over. He wasn't just ignoring our marriage; he was publicly executing it.
That night, I walked out into a raging storm. The next morning, I collapsed on a cold bathroom floor, miscarrying a child I never knew I was carrying. As I cleaned myself up, alone, I felt the last of my love die. My divorce summons was served on Gigi's birthday. His Unknowing Bride
Romance Ava Green was dying, her body failing her with terminal illness.
She returned to her hometown, seeking a peaceful end, only to confront the ghost of her first love, Liam Carter.
He greeted her with a smirk and a diamond on another woman' s finger, his words laced with venom, tearing down her childhood home before her eyes.
Liam, manipulated by his mother, believed Ava had abandoned him for money eight years prior, blind to her selfless sacrifice to save their beloved teacher.
She died, heartbroken and alone, leaving him consumed by a guilt that twisted his life into a lonely monument to her memory.
But death was not the end.
Two years later, Ava woke in a stranger' s body, a rebellious punk teen named Riley, thrust back into the city she' d fled.
With fragmented memories and a dead girl' s vengeful wishes burning on her skin, she found herself face-to-face with Liam again.
He didn't recognize her, yet offered an unexpected marriage of convenience, unknowingly fulfilling her desperate need for a way to complete Riley' s final, unfinished business while navigating a love that refused to die. 104 Sundays of Lies
Modern My world reset every Sunday, leaving me a blank slate for my loving fiancé, Ethan, and my best friend, Maria, to carefully guide.
Every week, Ethan would patiently show me home videos of our happy life, our engagement, and explain my amnesia, reassuring me of his devotion after my rock-climbing accident.
But a crude tattoo mysteriously appearing on my ankle, spelling "HE'S LYING," hinted at a truth my conscious mind couldn' t hold.
Then I found a hidden note: "THE PILLS ARE SLEEPING DRAFTS. DON' T TAKE THEM." My heart sank as I realized the "vitamins" Maria gave me nightly were keeping me trapped in this cycle.
I started pretending to take them, creeping out of bed one night to hear Ethan and Maria laughing, discussing how they were siphoning millions from my family, and planning their Bali escape.
That agonizing discovery was nothing compared to seeing them passionately kissing on the couch, my fiancé and my best friend.
A wave of pure, white-hot rage, unlike anything I'd ever felt, consumed me.
When I confronted them, Maria shoved me, sending my head crashing against the coffee table.
I woke up in a hospital, staring at Ethan, and then it hit me: the floodgates opened. Two years of forgotten betrayals, 104 cycles of lies, every single horrifying detail slammed back into my mind.
He hovered over me, thumb drive in hand, ready to reset me again.
"No," I whispered, forcing my voice to tremble. "Should I know who you are?"
Relief washed over his face. He thought I was broken again, unsuspecting.
But this time, I remembered everything. And he had no idea the game had just irrevocably changed. The Scorned Fiance: Reclaiming His Crown
Billionaires I barely had two pennies to rub together, living in a small back-house room the Petersons let me use, but at least I had Tiffany.
Tiffany Peterson, my beautiful fiancée, was my world.
That was, until she didn't come home from whatever party she' d gone to.
The next morning, Julian Astor III, New York' s notorious playboy, appeared.
He smirked, waving Tiffany's silk scarf in my face.
"Found it in my penthouse this morning. Tiffany left in a bit of a hurry. You'll be seeing a lot more of her."
Tiffany confirmed it all, not a trace of remorse on her face.
Our engagement? "A formality, darling. Julian is my future."
Later, Julian returned to my room, his goons beating my only friend, Mike, just for asking questions.
Julian then detailed intimate acts with Tiffany, twisting the knife.
When I confronted the Petersons, my adoptive parents, they sneered: "You're a nobody, Alex. An orphan we took in out of charity. You will go along with it."
My supposed family, the people who raised me, were selling me out, orchestrating my humiliation for their social climb.
My world shattered.
How could this be happening?
The woman I loved, my adoptive family, all conspiring to humiliate and discard me like trash.
Why?
What had I ever done to deserve such betrayal and cruelty?
Broken and devoid of hope, I started packing my worn duffel bag – the only thing left from my parents.
Then, something fell out: a faded photograph of a woman with my eyes, wearing a unique crescent-moon pendant.
A stranger named Chloe Vanderbilt later saw it and whispered of "a prominent family, a lost heir, connected by a crescent symbol."
Was there more to my past than I knew?
And could this secret be my only way out of this nightmare? The Genius They Cast Aside
Modern Ethan Miller' s brilliant mind offered him one dream: an elite NSA program at Stanford, a world away from his suffocating family life. But when he returned home, his mother, stepfather, and even his long-time girlfriend Sarah shockingly demanded he surrender his coveted college spot and every resource to his manipulative stepbrother, Kevin, who weaponized his fabricated illnesses.
Their betrayal quickly escalated; Gary's physical abuse, Sarah's public abandonment and her giving his precious grandmother's locket to Kevin, shattered any lingering hope. The ultimate humiliation came when Sarah, with his family' s terrifying approval, proposed a grotesque "commitment ceremony" with Kevin, expecting Ethan to offer his "blessing" as his final punishment.
How could his loving family and the girl he adored turn him into a sacrificial lamb for a calculating manipulator? Was his very existence merely a tool for Kevin' s twisted ascent, leading to nothing but endless despair? Ethan' s heart turned to a cold, empty void.
On the day he was meant to be publicly broken, Ethan silently chose a radical path: accepting a covert NSA program, effectively "dying" to his past, to forge a new life far beyond their reach. The Imposter's Game
Modern Saturday mornings were sacred, spent in my garage, polishing my cherished cherry red '69 Camaro.
My wife, Emily, had just confirmed her performance check at Sam's Autoworks before our road trip.
Life was good, almost perfect.
Then the phone rang.
Detective Rourke.
My Camaro was involved in a fatal hit-and-run, he said.
Impossible!
It was supposed to be safely at Sam's.
But according to the police, it never arrived.
At the scene, my world crumbled.
My beautiful muscle car was a twisted wreck.
Three body bags lay on the asphalt, one terribly small.
A furious crowd pointed at me, screaming accusations: I was the driver, laughing, making vile comments, fleeing the scene.
Emily arrived, her face aghast as Rourke showed her video stills of 'me' at the wheel.
"How could you?" she wailed, slapping me.
I was condemned, a monster in the eyes of the world.
My wife left me.
My parents were targeted and killed in retaliation.
I was beaten to death in prison, still grasping for answers, knowing I was innocent.
How could such a perfect frame-up happen?
What impossible force made me the culprit when I wasn't?
Then I opened my eyes.
It was Saturday again.
My clock read 8:03 AM.
I was back.
This time, even when the car was stolen despite my precautions and the accident happened again, I wasn't helpless.
With the memories of my nightmare life, and a deeper understanding of my car’s unique security, I finally had a fighting chance to reveal the chilling truth behind the monster who stole my life. Ninety-Nine Lashes: A Heiress's Reckoning
Romance To escape my suffocating family and regain my mother's inheritance, I, Ava Monroe, struck a desperate deal: forced marriage to Liam Sterling, a Texas rancher comatose from a polo accident.
But the true agony was knowing my secret crush, Ethan Hayes, my stoic head of security, was blindly infatuated with my step-sister Chloe, seeing her as an angel and me as nothing but entitled and cold.
He orchestrated my public humiliation, allowing Chloe to take credit for my good deeds and gifting her my mother's precious heirloom necklace after outbidding me at auction; he believed every one of Chloe's theatrical lies, even when she accused me of malice, leading him to directly orchestrate a brutally personal act of violence against me—ninety-nine lashes that left me physically and emotionally scarred.
How could the man I'd secretly loved be so cruelly mistaken, so completely manipulated, turning into my tormentor? My spirit, already worn by years of my family's psychological abuse, was shattered by his utter disdain.
Yet, just before my escape to Texas, I overheard Chloe's cynical confession: every lie, every manipulation, her contempt for Ethan, and her role in destroying my mother's legacy. It was the final, devastating blow that confirmed my decision to abandon my old life—and the poisonous people in it—forever. 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. 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. Marrying The Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Mafia Brother
Nero Daniels My fiancé left me standing alone at the podium during our rehearsal dinner to rush to the side of a woman whose only illness was a desperate need for attention.
He humiliated me in front of the heads of the Five Families, abandoning our alliance to scoop his "dying" mistress off the floor.
I didn't cry. I didn't run. I walked straight to the head table, to the most terrifying man in the city—his older brother, the Don.
"The Woodward family owes me a husband," I declared calmly.
An hour later, I was married to the Capo dei Capi. But my ex-fiancé didn't accept his demotion.
He kidnapped me, strapping me to a chair in a soundproof basement.
For three days, he drained my blood pint by pint to "save" his mistress, Jaidyn, who watched me fade while she casually ate an apple.
"Take another bag," she ordered, smiling at my agony. "She still has too much fight in her."
As the cold crept up my chest and my vision blurred, I realized I was going to die for a lie, drained dry by a madman.
Then, the steel door detonated.
Through the smoke and debris walked my husband, not with a ransom, but with a serrated knife and a promise to burn them alive. 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.* 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. 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." 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." 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." 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.
Vincenzo Dante will stop at nothing to tarnish his family's name for forcing him into a marriage he never wanted. But what he doesn't realize is that his new wife is stronger than she seems-too broken to bend under his cruelty. But when love begins to bloom, and secrets start to unfold, what will happen next?
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