Jane Joe
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Pregnant By The Cursed Mafia Alpha
Mafia Evelyn Stone never believed in werewolves-until the night she witnessed one rip through a rival mafia boss. That night, her world turned upside down. Her family, known as the Stones, control the weapons trade in New York. Her father's dying wish? For her to marry into peace with their rival mafia clan, the powerful, secretive Romano family.
But there's a catch.
Luca Romano isn't just the heir to a criminal empire. He's a cursed Alpha-part of a bloodline bound to the moon, violent instincts, and a past soaked in blood. To the world, he's a businessman. But in the shadows, he rules a pack that obeys only him.
Evelyn becomes his bride in a forced alliance, not knowing Luca's secret. He didn't expect to fall for her. And she didn't expect to crave the darkness inside him.
But when an old prophecy resurfaces-declaring Evelyn as the "Blood Moon Mate" whose child would either end or enslave the werewolf race-both sides of the war want her dead. And the only man who can protect her... is the monster she's falling in love with.
Now, Evelyn must choose: Run from the beast, or rule beside him.
Accidentally Married To My Strict Boss
Romance "Pardon!! Who arranged that?"
"Your head of PR, Mr silver," she said. "They think it'll make you more humanized and social. You know, billionaire CEO let's loose for once."
Damon exhaled sharply, having a mix between a sigh and a scoff. "Humanize me. What nonsense is that!!"
Amelia refrained from saying that, at times, Damon could certainly benefit from appearing human. "I already know you're going to hate it," she said instead. "But right now boss, the merger hinges on public opinion. You need this to work."
Damon looked at her for the first time since they entered the SUV. His sharp, assessing eyes almost made her disappear from her seat. "And what do you know about public opinion, Amelia?"
She looked at him squarely. "Enough to know you can't afford to be seen as an unreachable isolated billionaire anymore. The board is given a hint about new leadership. I think you need to play their game this time."
Damon hated hearing the truth, especially when it was said so bluntly. But that was Amelia, always unafraid to speak her mind when others pretended in his presence.
"Fine," he relented, facing his phone back. "But if I have to suffer through Ember Club tonight, you're coming too. Someone has to keep me from throwing a drink in someone's face."
Amelia blinked. "Excuse me?"
Damon Blackwood, an overworked billionaire CEO finds himself in an impulsive, drunken Las Vegas marriage with his assistant Amelia Harper. A wild night at a club, he expects to end it swiftly. However, a media scandal forces Damon to keep the marriage alive in other to protect his company's image and secure a critical business deal.
What starts as a fake arrangement soon pulls Damon and Amelia into a journey of self-discovery and love. Amelia a strong-willed woman with dreams of opening her cafe, begins to chip away at Damon's cold exterior. Damon, haunted by loneliness and distrust, starts seeing life through Amelia's compassionate perspective.
Complications arise with jealous ex-lovers, meddling family members, and the looming truth behind their fake marriage. As their six-month contracts near its end, both must confront their feelings and choose to return to their separate lives or risk everything for love. Rebirth: The Conglomerate Queen is Reborn
Billionaires Betrayed, devastated, and robbed of her legacy, Eira Croft's life takes a new turn when her wedding day is turned into her sister's wedding. Robbed of her empire, her husband, and her identity, she discovers she wasn't even a Croft and was never part of the family she considered her blood for 25 years. Left penniless and heartbroken, the homeless Eira is hit by a truck the moment she steps out of the gate.
As she lay in her pool of blood, she wished for a second chance. Ironically, she gets reborn by the mischievous god who hit her with a truck and even receives a powerful system as an apology gift.
Lucian, the neglected son of the underworld ruler, conceals his scars behind a reckless smile. Broken, he thought love was impossible until he met Eira. What's Lucian's past like? Read now and watch Eira's fierce return.
Married To a Vampire As a Luna
Werewolf Lira, the princess of the silver wolf pack and the chosen child of the moon goddess, gets betrayed by her cousin and best friend Sofie, who lures her into a vampire's den. She is overwhelmed by the vampire who mates with her to get rid of a poison in its system.
Lira is expelled by the pack and thrown out by her fiancé after her pregnancy is known to all. She is detested by both wolves and vampires for carrying an anomaly in her stomach; she leaves the fantasy world and comes to the world of humans.
After five years, Lira meets Will, the vampire and father of her kids, during a checkup in the hospital. She decides to ignore him, but her past pack comes for her and her children, which makes her rely on Will. As a battle to protect her family unfolds, Lira finds out secrets that could prove to be a danger to her family, and she must protect her identity from the humans. How would she do it? Let's see. The Billionaire's System
Billionaires Percy had always received the short end of the stick when it came to luck. Separated from his parents at the age of two, the child no one wanted to adopt, the very personification of bad luck, that was just Percy's life. Percy didn't care about all that stuff because, to him, he wasn't so cursed. He had Olivia, his fiancé, a house, money, and a job.
That belief remained with him until he got sacked from work, walked in on his cheating girlfriend, and got his entire property stolen from him by her. As if the heavens were consoling him, Percy becomes the host of a system. How could he make use of that system? What secrets is the world still hiding from Percy, and is he terrible luck? We should see. 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.
I Switched Our Sons First
Xia Yingxi As my husband—the most feared Mafia Don in the city—lay dying, I stood by his bed playing the perfect, grieving wife.
But with his dying breath, he confessed a horrifying secret: twenty-six years ago, he secretly swapped our newborn infants in the hospital.
He told me he gave my flesh and blood to his mistress so her child could inherit the empire safely, while leaving his own legitimate son to rot in the slums.
Before I could even process the betrayal, his mistress and her thug son burst into the hospital suite.
"I grew up in the gutter while your fake son wore custom suits," the street rat spat, kicking the bedframe. "I want the penthouses and the millions in cash by tomorrow."
The mistress paraded around the room, gloating about how her bloodline would now rule the underworld.
Lorenzo signed the entire Syndicate over to the Underboss—the son he believed was hers—leaving me with nothing but a violent, greedy parasite.
They thought they had won. They thought I was just a discarded, empty shell, completely stripped of my power, my legacy, and my child.
But as I watched the ink dry on the will, I buried a cold, triumphant smile.
They didn't know one crucial detail.
Twenty-six years ago, I was awake when he made the swap. And in the dead of night, I had crept down to her room and switched the babies right back. I Will Make Him a Widower
REGINA HUTCHINSON I was washing the caked blood from my five-year-old daughter's broken body in the family mortuary. She had been tortured to death by a rival cartel.
My husband Julian, the underworld's legendary "Master of Whispers," claimed his intelligence division did everything they could, but the rescue coordinates were wrong.
Yet, while I stood over our child's corpse, he was busy comforting his new apprentice, Chloe.
She posted a picture of their intertwined hands online, bragging that she had "accidentally deleted a crucial audio file" yesterday, but the boss had held her hand and forgiven her.
Yesterday. The exact day my daughter died.
When I confronted him, Julian slapped me across the face in front of our men.
"You carry the curse of your bloodline! You are an omen of death! You brought this on her!"
He blamed me for our child's slaughter, demanding I apologize to his mistress, while he secretly wiped the server logs to protect the incompetent girl who got our daughter killed.
He actually thought I would just swallow the grief, refusing a divorce because I still loved him, allowing him to use my family's immense wealth to play house with his whore.
But he forgot one crucial detail.
His legendary "God's Ear" was a total myth, a lie entirely powered by the secret algorithms I funded to cover up his permanent deafness.
I calmly gathered the ashes of my daughter from the floor and picked up my phone.
"Initiate an immediate withdrawal of all funds from Julian's division. Let them bleed." No Tears For My Cold Mafia Husband
Amigo On our first wedding anniversary, my husband walked out the door.
Not for business. For her.
I left the divorce papers on the table, my wedding ring next to his untouched champagne, and I disappeared into the night.
For a year, I watched Dominic Rossi—the ruthless Underboss of the New York syndicate—drop everything the moment his phone buzzed with another crisis from Sophia. A panic attack. A sleepless night. A lie. I was his wife, the woman he’d promised to cherish, but I was never his priority.
So I chose myself.
Now he’s tearing the city apart trying to find me. But I’m already gone—building a new life with a job that’s mine, an apartment that’s mine, and a name that doesn’t belong to him. The girl who waited in that penthouse is dead. The woman who walked out isn’t looking back.
When Dominic finally corners me, I see the cracks in his armor. He says he’s sorry. He says he loves me. He says he finally understands.
But some words are too late, and some promises can’t be fixed.
He made me guess for a year. Now it’s his turn to wonder if I’ll ever come back.
A heart-wrenching, standalone mafia romance about a woman who refused to be second choice, and the man who learned too late what he’d lost. My Husband's Mistress Hired Me
Fonz Nadherny I was a top underground fixer and the wife of the most ruthless Mafia Capo in New York.
I managed his money, built his empire, and spent countless nights waiting in terror for him to survive bloody turf wars.
But one night, a desperate woman hired my encrypted network, begging for advice because her mafia protector was pulling away.
When I looked at the photos she sent, my blood ran cold.
The man she was crying over was my husband.
He lied to my face, claiming he was busy with dangerous Family business and ignoring my texts.
Yet, through the surveillance footage the woman sent me, I watched my ruthless husband stand in the pouring rain until dawn.
The man who treated me like a servant was groveling like a beggar, clutching imported medicine and food, pleading with a civilian to open her door.
"I will never leave you unprotected again," he promised her.
I had bled my own inheritance dry to cover his careless mistakes, only for him to give his devotion to an outsider.
He took my loyalty for granted, assuming I would always sit in our empty penthouse waiting for him.
I realized my intellect and ambition were never meant to be buried for a man who didn't respect me.
So, I logged into the Cayman Island banking portal and revoked his access to millions in offshore accounts.
I took off my gold Famiglia signet ring, packed my bags, and left his territory forever. The True Mafia Princess Who Never Came Home
Adelheid Rufo I am the true bloodline daughter of the Romano Syndicate, but my brother, the Don, hid me in a safe house while treating his adopted sister, Natalia, like the real mafia princess.
Blood meant nothing to them. So I decided it would mean nothing to me.
On my twenty-first birthday, Natalia publicly humiliated my impoverished past in front of his men just to steal my only birthday wish.
My brother didn't stop her; instead, he indulged her cruelty just to keep her happy.
When I finally decided to pack my bags and leave, they cornered me in a city boutique.
Natalia maliciously crushed the only photograph of my dead adoptive parents under her designer heel.
"Look at this garbage," she mocked, grinding the glass into my mother's smiling face.
When I fought back, my own brother violently twisted my arms behind my back.
He held his own blood sister defenseless just so the fake princess could slap me across the face.
He claimed he had to protect the family from her tantrums, but all he did was treat my existence like a toxic infection.
I finally understood that in this family, blood meant absolutely nothing.
I dropped the trunk of mafia money, walked out the door, and boarded an off-the-grid freight train to the rural south.
When the Don finally realized his mistake and brought the whole syndicate to my farm begging for my return, I didn't even blink. You Called Me Barren, Mr. Sterile Don
Gong Zi On my birthday, my husband Dante asked for a divorce over a plate of cold lasagna.
He held my hand, tears in his eyes, and told me his mistress was pregnant.
"It’s a miracle, Elena," he wept. "God has finally given me a son."
He looked at me with pity, calling me "broken" because I hadn't given him an heir in eight years.
He moved his pregnant mistress into the penthouse I paid for, and his mother mocked me as a "dry vine" while cooking tonic soups for the new woman.
They didn't know the truth I had buried three years ago.
I remembered the day the doctor slid the file across the desk: *Azoospermia. Zero sperm count.*
Dante was the sterile one.
I had burned the results to protect his fragile ego as a Mafia Don. I took the blame. I drank his mother's vile herbal poisons every morning until I vomited, just to keep his secret.
Now, he was discarding me for a "miracle" that was biologically impossible.
I signed the divorce papers without a tear.
Then I bought the debt of his company, put on a blood-red dress, and walked into his heir's Christening.
I didn't come to object.
I came to plug a USB drive into the projector and show the entire underworld exactly whose "miracle" that baby really was. 
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