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The Mistress's Name On His Heart
Mafia On my wedding night, while unbuttoning my new husband's shirt, I found a fresh tattoo over his heart.
A bold, jagged letter 'C'.
It stood for Caren—my best friend, the girl I had raised from the servant's quarters like a sister.
Jameson was the Prince of Philadelphia, and our marriage was a blood pact between mafia families.
But looking at that ink, I realized he had already signed a different contract with the help.
The betrayal didn't stop at infidelity.
Weeks later, Caren crashed a family dinner with a "peace offering"—a cake laced with peanuts.
She knew I was deathly allergic.
As my throat closed up and I clawed at Jameson for the EpiPen in my purse, he didn't move.
He stood there and watched me turn blue.
For three eternal seconds, he hesitated, weighing the life of his mistress against the life of his wife.
He wanted me to die so he wouldn't have to expose her.
But I didn't die.
I woke up in the hospital with the Dons of both families standing over me, waiting for an explanation.
Jameson begged me with his eyes to keep his secret, whispering that he loved me and our unborn heir.
I didn't cry. I simply connected my phone to the speaker and played the recording of him mocking me with Caren.
Then, I looked at the man who had hesitated to save my life.
"There is no heir, Jameson," I said, my voice cold as ice.
"I removed it. I will not incubate the legacy of a traitor." Reborn Heiress: Vengeance And True Love Found
Modern For three years, I poured my soul into Cade, forgiving him 99 times. I was a struggling art student, paying for our shared dreams and caring for his fragile heart.
But the 100th time, he let his cruel mistress, Alessandra, try to kill me in an old boathouse. He called it an "accident," his eyes already choosing his ambition over my life.
I woke up in the hospital to hear him call me a "disposable stepping stone" and announce his engagement to the woman who had just tried to murder me. The doctor then confirmed the worst: his betrayal had cost me our unborn child.
I had been a fool, a victim in their sick game. But as I lay there, broken and bleeding, I realized something. They thought I was a poor, orphaned artist.
They had no idea I was Blaire Madden, the sole heiress to a global corporation. And I was finally ready to come home and make them pay. My Hero Husband, My Monster
Romance My husband, Blake Wallace, was a hero who sacrificed his motocross career to save my life. His vow-"I can't lose Ellen Strong once"-was famous across the city, the cornerstone of our marriage.
Then a charlatan mystic named Celesta entered our lives. The man I loved was replaced by a monster who worshipped her, forcing me to become her servant in my own home.
He stood by as she humiliated my father to death on our marble floor.
He forced me to become her living organ bank, having my kidney removed without my consent while I was unconscious.
He even let her desecrate my father's grave, pouring his ashes on the ground for her new puppy to lick.
The love I had for him died with my father, replaced by a cold, hard resolve. The hero who once saved me was gone, leaving a man who would threaten my father's grave to keep me in line.
So when Celesta handed me a plane ticket for a "pilgrimage," I saw my chance. I faked my own death. The world believes Ellen Strong died in a plane crash. Five years later, my billionaire ex-husband, consumed by guilt, finally discovered the truth. He found me. Love, Lies, and a Vasectomy
Romance At eight months pregnant, I thought my husband Derek and I had it all. A perfect home, a loving marriage, and our miracle son on the way.
Then, while tidying his office, I found his vasectomy certificate. It was dated a year ago, long before we even started trying.
Confused and panicked, I rushed to his office, only to hear laughter from behind the door. It was Derek and his best friend, Edison.
"I can't believe she still hasn't figured it out," Edison chuckled. "She walks around with that giant belly, glowing like some kind of saint."
My husband's voice, the one that whispered words of love to me every night, was full of contempt. "Patience, my friend. The bigger she gets, the bigger the fall. And the bigger my payout."
He said our entire marriage was a cruel game to destroy me, all for his precious adopted sister, Else.
They were even running a bet on who the real father was.
"So, the bet is still on?" Edison asked. "My money's still on me."
My baby was a trophy in their sick contest. The world tilted on its axis. The love I felt, the family I was building—it was all a sham.
In that moment, a cold, clear decision formed in the ruins of my heart.
I pulled out my phone, my voice surprisingly steady as I called a private clinic.
"Hello," I said. "I need to schedule an appointment. For a termination." The Husband Who Erased Her
Fantasy Amelia Miller had built her life with Ethan Hayes over a decade, a foundation as solid as the buildings she designed. Until a phone call shattered it all. He demanded she withdraw her bid for the monumental riverside project, her career's culmination, for Chloe Davies, a socialite he claimed was guiding him to "unlock his full potential."
What followed was a nightmare. Ethan publicly declared their love a "test" holding him back, while Chloe flaunted their "power couple" status. He sabotaged Amelia's career with false plagiarism accusations, leading to her suspension. Then, he physically assaulted and imprisoned her in their home, allowing Chloe to mock and torment her.
When Amelia, recovering from the assault, returned home, she found the apartment infused with a sickeningly sweet smell. Ethan, with Chloe's smug approval, revealed he had cooked and fed their beloved golden retriever, Sunshine, to Amelia, claiming it was a "cleansing ritual" to sever old attachments. This monstrous act ignited a furious outburst from Amelia, leading to her severe injury.
The horror escalated in the hospital when Ethan, completely deluded, ordered doctors to take a skin graft from Amelia's thigh to repair a superficial wound Chloe had self-inflicted. He saw her as "selfish" and "pathetic" for resisting his "mission." Why was he destroying her, piece by piece, under the guise of some twisted self-improvement?
Broken and desperate, Amelia, infected and frail, chose to end her agony, plummeting from the Zenith Tower-the very project he had stolen from her. But fate, in a cruel twist, gave her a second chance. She miraculously awoke in a parallel reality, whole but without memory, destined to cross paths with a repentant Ethan, desperate to atone for sins she couldn't recall. The Wife He Broke
Romance My five-year mission to make Ethan Scott love me ended in failure, leaving my heart empty, my personality sacrificed to a system designed to make me the "perfect wife." My only directive: ensure his happiness. So, when the news broke that his strategist, Sabrina Chavez, was pregnant with his child, I smiled serenely.
Ethan, the man I' d spent half a decade trying to win, rushed to Sabrina' s side, leaving me bleeding on the kitchen floor after she staged an attack, blaming me. He didn' t even look at my foot, deeply sliced open by shattered ceramic. He just spat venom, calling me "insane," "pathologically jealous," and carried her away.
I drafted divorce papers, convinced this was the ultimate supportive act, the logical step to secure his happiness. Yet, when he saw them, his rage collapsed into a primal panic. "I wanted you obedient, not a heartless robot! Is this your revenge? To show me you never cared?" He saw a stranger, but all I could ask was, "Isn't making you happy my only purpose?"
Then, Sabrina had a miscarriage. The doctor said it was an old condition, unrelated to the burn. Ethan' s face wasn' t grief-stricken; it was pure relief. "The problem is solved. We can finally be happy." The system, unable to reconcile his monstrousness with its primary directive, began to short-circuit, and my body began to give out.
But as I lay dying, a strange thing happened. Ethan, stripped of his political ambition and reputation, finally loved me. His affection meter, dormant for years, soared. He begged me to stay, promising a new life. But a broken vase, once glued, always shows its cracks. I didn' t want a love built on cracks. With my last breath, I told the system: "Send me to the new world." When The Perfect Marriage Crumbled
Billionaires For seven years, my life with Marcus, the charismatic tech CEO, was a dazzling performance; our Malibu beach house, the galas, the constant cameras, all painted a picture of the perfect marriage.
Then, a small, red lipstick, a brand I recognized as belonging to his ambitious young marketing associate, Chloe, fell from behind a nightstand in our guest casita, turning my world instantly cold.
Marcus' s booming laugh when I confronted him, too quick and too smooth, failed to erase the chilling reality that his "inspirations" and "public gestures" were merely a smokescreen for a calculated betrayal aimed at my family's influence and wealth.
The carefully constructed facade of my perfect life crumbled, revealing a suffocating lie where my husband saw only an asset to exploit, leaving me caught between bewilderment and a searing sense of injustice.
But a forgotten whisper from my father and the ironclad infidelity clause in our prenup suddenly illuminated a path towards freedom, giving me the resolve to gather the undeniable proof and unlock the gilded cage I had unknowingly lived in. The Man Who Remembered
Romance I once believed in love, in forever. I was an architect, building a life, a future, with the woman I adored, Olivia. She was my world, my wife.
But then her past, in the form of Julian, her "true love," re-emerged. They framed me for his "death," sending me to prison.
Now, years later, Olivia stood over me, her face a mask, while doctors prepared to take my last kidney. It was for Julian. The man I supposedly killed. The man who was very much alive, waiting in the next room for my organ.
Her eyes, utterly cold, met mine. She knew this would kill me. This very kidney was the one I' d secretly given her years ago, when she needed it in prison. The irony was a bitter, metallic taste. My life was being stolen, piece by brutal piece, by the woman I loved.
Betrayed. Stripped of everything. Murdered on an operating table by the woman who promised me forever. Was this my end? Was this justice? No. This was a lie. A meticulously orchestrated execution.
Then, darkness. But just as I thought I was gone, I gasped awake. Back in my penthouse, my bed – exactly three years ago. Julian' s voice, "Olivia! Help me! He pushed me!" echoed from the balcony. The same lie. The same frame-up. But this time… this time, I knew the script. And this time, I wasn't playing the victim. I wasn't dying today. I was just getting started. 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 Ugly Substitute Bride of the Mafia King
Finn Mercer My adoptive family, the Castillos, treated their biological children like royalty, but used me as a disposable pawn.
To secure a mafia alliance, they forced me to take my beautiful sister's place and marry Don Damien Moretti, a man rumored to be a ruthless, bloodthirsty monster.
They thought they were sending me to my execution. At our engagement banquet, my mother and sister deliberately gifted me a cheap, counterfeit gown to humiliate me in front of New York's elite.
When I publicly exposed their lie, my father demanded I apologize. My mother even raised her hand to slap me in front of everyone.
"You are a vicious curse! You ruin everything!"
They eagerly waited for the Don to execute me on the spot for embarrassing them.
I had spent years secretly saving their company from bankruptcy and supplying the underground experimental drugs that kept my brother's mafia career alive.
Yet, they threw me to the wolves without a second thought, disgusted by my very existence.
But they didn't know that just an hour before the banquet, I had saved a bleeding, masked stranger in a dark alley-who turned out to be Damien Moretti himself. The Enforcer's Jilted Princess
Bone Possolo Tomorrow was my wedding day to Jason Brennan, the heir to a powerful Mafia family.
My family, the Falcones, had even taken in an orphaned girl, Elena, treating her like my own sister.
But in my nightmare of a past life, I choked on my own blood, poisoned by the arsenic Elena slipped into my food every day.
As I lay agonizingly close to death, Jason stood over me with a cold laugh, holding Elena in his arms.
"We just needed the Falcone wealth, Bella. And the docks."
Then came the gunfire. I was forced to watch them slaughter my father and my brother, tearing my family out by the roots.
After my death, Elena even spread vicious rumors that I was a barren spinster, twisting their foul betrayal into a tragic tale of noble sacrifice to completely destroy my legacy.
The metallic tang of my own blood was so real I could still taste the ash.
I didn't understand why the girl my family sheltered for eight years would repay our charity with such venom.
And I understood even less how the man who swore to love me could orchestrate my brutal murder without a shred of hesitation.
Bolting upright in bed, drenched in cold sweat, I realized I had returned to the night before my wedding.
This time, I wouldn't just cancel the engagement. I would hand their treason directly to the Mafia's most terrifying Enforcer, and watch them burn. 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. Betrayed, I Married the Feared Cripple
Hu Minxue Three days after my fiancé publicly dumped me for my stepsister, the Supreme Don issued a command that silenced the entire estate.
I wasn't being cast aside. I was being sold to Damien Russo.
The "Broken Don." A crippled, scarred monster rumored to have murdered his last two wives.
My adoptive mother, Elena, didn't cry for me. She smirked.
To her, I was finally being disposed of.
She was so confident I was walking to my death that she decided to loot my corpse before I even left.
She forged documents to steal my entire inheritance—my biological mother’s trust fund—to pay for my stepsister’s lavish wedding to my ex.
"She won't need money where she's going," my stepsister laughed, wearing a dress bought with my stolen funds.
They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter.
They thought I was too weak, too stupid, and too afraid of the monster to fight back.
But they made a fatal mistake.
With my aunt’s help, I didn't just find the proof of their embezzlement; I found a weapon.
I’m not running from the monster. I’m going to marry him.
And when I hand him the evidence that the Herrera family stole from his bride, he won't be my executioner.
He will be my vengeance. Under Mafia Protection
chavontheauthor When Jimena, a young single mother with a dark past and a violent ex she's desperate to forget, crosses paths with Alessio Fanucci, a dangerous mafia heir, her world is turned upside down.
All she wanted was to get by working as a maid at the Fanucci mansion and to keep her distance from the three infamous Fanucci brothers as much as possible.
Things take a turn when the oldest brother and heir, Alessio, breaks off his arranged engagement with his ex and urgently needs a new one. Alessio, cold, ruthless, dominant, and not someone anyone talks back to, sees the quiet Jimena as nothing more than his pawn. Meanwhile, she sees Alessio as nothing more than another monster she needs to escape. As they spend more time together, the lines between fake and reality begin to blur, and they discover they have more in common than they initially thought.
Tensions rise when Jimena's ex returns, threatening her new comfortable life and the secrets she’s been withholding. He is out for revenge and is determined to go to any length for it, even if that means forming an alliance with the Fanuccis' enemy, who happens to be the family of Alessio’s ex.
With a war, untold truths, and feelings at stake, will Jimena’s newly formed bonds keep standing, or will everything around her crumble?
Reborn, I Ruined Their Perfect Life
Priority I spent five years laundering my family's wealth and buying military-grade weapons to crown my husband, Alistair, the Don of the Chicago Mafia.
But the night before his coronation, he drove an Italian stiletto into my stomach.
He sneered that a Don needed a true Mafia Queen, and that was always meant to be his "fragile" friend, Kylie.
As I bled out on the Persian rug, he revealed the sickening truth.
The night I was found in a rival Irish boss's bed two years ago wasn't a setup by our enemies. Alistair had ordered his own mother and sister to drug and frame me.
He just needed me terrified enough to sign over my merchant trust fund to prove my loyalty.
My entire marriage, my sacrifices, and my stolen wealth were just stepping stones for him and his mistress.
I had bled for him and won him the city, only to be slaughtered like a sacrificial lamb so he could hand my empire to another woman.
Before the flames I started consumed us both, I swore I'd drag his entire family to hell.
Opening my eyes again, the suffocating smoke was gone, replaced by the scent of lavender and the bitter taste of chloral hydrate.
I was back on the exact night of the frame-up two years ago.
Outside the door, my sister-in-law was whispering, waiting for the Irish boss to arrive so they could ruin me.
This time, I was going to make sure she was the one in that bed. 
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