Quye Xiaofang
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Caged by the Capo, Broken by My First Love
Mafia I was forced to marry the most ruthless Capo in New York to save my family from a blood execution.
For two years, I endured his psychotic jealousy as he paraded a mistress around the city—not because he wanted her, but because he knew she was connected to my past.
When I finally handed him the divorce papers, I discovered a sickening truth.
The mistress was the half-sister of my mob lawyer—the same lawyer who happened to be my first love.
"I stayed close to try to save you both!" Julian confessed, his hands shaking on the steering wheel. "I thought I could pull her out and break your marriage at the same time!"
He claimed his twisted plan was to rescue me.
Instead, it pushed his desperate sister to the brink of madness.
She lunged at me in my own bedroom, driving a six-inch blade into my side.
"You hold the crown and you don't even want it!" she screamed. "I would kill for someone to look at me the way he looks at you!"
As I lay bleeding out on the mattress, my husband and my first love fought over me, both screaming my name.
I had broken my own heart years ago to save Julian from this violent underworld.
I didn't understand why my sacrifice only turned him into a manipulative monster, just like my husband.
Why did their twisted versions of love only bring me scars and blood?
Waking up in the hospital, I looked at the two men desperately offering me blood-soaked thrones.
I calmly signed the dissolution papers, took ten percent of the clean assets, and walked away.
This time, I was done being a queen on any man's board. The Sculptor Who Became Queen
Fantasy For ten years, I was Lily, the devoted apprentice, the silent force behind Master Thomas, the legendary sculptor.
My hands, scarred and stained, shaped his clay, sharpened his tools, and managed his chaotic life, making his artistic legacy my own.
Our bond was a monument, forged in the dust and silence of his mountain studio, beyond simple love or romance, more enduring than any fleeting passion.
Then, one Tuesday, the monument cracked.
Master Thomas, beaming like a madman, introduced Serena: a gaudy, perfume-drenched city creature who declared herself his "new muse."
And then came the final blow, echoing in the stunned silence of the workshop: "She has agreed to become my wife."
The woman who replaced me had never touched a block of clay in her life.
His betrayal was a public declaration that my decade of devotion meant nothing, that I was easily discarded for a fleeting fancy.
My fellow apprentices seethed, ready to protest this injustice, wondering why I merely offered a small, imperceptible nod.
How could I contain the storm raging inside me?
How could I let them see the truth – the bitter rage, the cutting contempt for this senile old goat who dared to light his own legacy on fire for a minute of warmth?
But I had a dangerous secret: some secrets are not kept.
A strange, new connection had just begun, allowing another apprentice, Leo, to hear my true thoughts-the ones I locked away behind my serene facade.
He heard my silent, scathing assessment of Serena, my quiet strategies, and my fierce protection of the younger apprentices when Thomas demanded I bow to his new "Mistress."
The battle had just begun, and the old man, lost in his infatuation, had no idea I wasn' t just a sculptor.
I was a warrior, and it was time to reclaim what was mine. A Twisted Love: Betrayal's Bitter Taste
Modern On my husband Heath's birthday, I sent him a gift: the preserved embryo of the child I had just aborted.
It was my revenge. He had framed my father, driving him to prison and my mother to her grave, all for his mistress, Ember.
When he stormed into our apartment, his face twisted with rage, he slammed me against the counter. "You monster! How could you destroy our child?"
"You forfeited that right the moment you chose Ember over us," I spat back.
But my defiance only led to more horror. He had me committed to a mental asylum where Ember, the architect of my family's ruin, tortured me with electroshock therapy, trying to break my mind.
I feigned submission, then fought back, throwing both of us out of a third-story window. I survived; she was left in critical condition.
Lying in my hospital bed, Heath came to me not with remorse, but with a chilling demand. "Ember needs a tendon graft. You're a match. The surgery is tomorrow."
He thought he had me trapped, that he could force me to sacrifice a piece of myself for the woman who destroyed me.
But as he left to comfort his mistress, I made a call. The next morning, as he begged me not to go through with the "surgery," I walked away, leaving him in the ruins of the life he had shattered. He didn't know this wasn't a surgery. It was my escape, and the beginning of his end. My Delicate Wife Is A Medical Genius
Romance I was the legitimate daughter of the Hutchinson family, brought back from the mountains after years of living in poverty.
But my biological parents didn't love me. They only brought me back to take my sister's place and marry a dying man for a 300 million dollar capital injection.
In that house, I was worse than a stray dog. My mother locked me in the basement, and my father only saw me as a prop for his investors.
Meanwhile, Cornie played the crying victim, twisting her designer skirts while everyone comforted her.
"You marrying into the Vanderbilt family is a blessing you don't deserve. It saves us the trouble of looking at you."
I couldn't understand why my own blood treated me like a disposable price tag while treating the other daughter like a princess.
Since family ties meant nothing to them, I forced my father to sign a legal document severing all ties with me permanently before I signed the marriage agreement.
I thought I was just escaping one cage for another with a dying billionaire.
But when I got into his Maybach, my new husband wasn't just breathtakingly handsome.
When he saw the cheap silver pendant on my neck, his cold facade completely shattered.
He pulled out a matching half-circle pendant, crushing me into a desperate, bone-breaking hug.
"From this second on, you are mine. Anyone who makes you cry—I will tear them apart." Time Travel to Ancient Times: Farming and Having Babies
Fantasy Karlie Holloway woke up bleeding in a dark cave on an alien planet, her leg pinned beneath twisted metal shrapnel.
Before she could even process the pain, a massive, feral man lunged from the shadows, his eyes reduced to crimson slits.
His mind was shattered by a biological frenzy, and his leg was rotting from a deliberately poisoned wound.
He was Gavin Knapp, a warrior betrayed. His fiancée had secretly drugged him, and his stepbrother had lured him into a deadly trap.
They left him to die raving mad in the wilderness so they could steal his inheritance.
"Get off me!"
Karlie gasped as his massive hands pinned her to the cold rock, his hot breath suffocating her.
She had no weapons and no strength to fight off a monster. If she struggled, he would crush her.
If they stayed in this cave, his family's cruel plot would succeed, and they would both rot in the dirt.
It was sickeningly cruel. A strong man reduced to a worthless, crippled beast by the people he trusted most.
Why should his abusers get to live comfortably in the settlement while he suffered in agony?
And why should Karlie die as collateral damage on a planet she didn't even belong to?
Staring into his wild, desperate eyes, Karlie stopped struggling and activated her AI interface.
She grabbed the burning skin of his neck and initiated the energy symbiosis.
She wasn't just going to cure his cursed leg, she was going to take her new mate back to the settlement and make his betrayers pay. Branded By The Devil's Cruel Kiss
Romance Elie Joyce’s entire life was controlled by Ebert Ewing, a ruthless billionaire who held her sick grandmother's survival and her family's freedom in his hands.
But on a freezing, stormy night, he forced her into a scandalous scrap of red silk and handed her over to a notorious, disgusting predator.
"You aren't an escort. You're just a free gift."
Ebert mocked her, using her as a disposable bargaining chip to secure a corporate funding round.
When the predator humiliated her, forced high-proof vodka down her throat, and violently pinned her to the floor, Ebert simply watched with dead eyes.
And when Ebert finally intervened to brutally beat the man, it wasn't out of mercy.
"She is my property. Even if she is trash that I threw away, a filthy pig like you doesn't get to touch her."
Afterward, he dragged her battered, barefoot body into his car, only to kick her out into the torrential rain, leaving her on the dark streets to die.
Standing in the storm, shivering and bleeding from broken glass, the last shred of Elie's hope shattered.
She had sacrificed her dignity and soul, enduring his violent bites and cruel control, just to keep her family alive.
Why did she have to suffer this endless, twisted humiliation for a psychopath who only saw her as trash?
But she didn't break.
Tearing a strip of his expensive shirt to bandage her bleeding foot, Elie gripped her broken stiletto like a knife.
With her eyes turning cold and calculating, she limped out of the shadows.
She was going to survive, and Ebert Ewing would soon realize she was no longer his obedient prey. The Blind Mate's Secret: Awakening The True White Wolf
Werewolf I was the blind, wolf-less burden of the Silver Moon Pack, relying entirely on my Fated Mate, Zane, to be my protector in the dark.
But one night, my sight and my dormant Alpha wolf suddenly awakened, only to find Zane writhing in bed with my half-sister, Lyra.
"Once I have the title to her timberlands, I’m kicking that wolf-less waste of space to the curb."
Zane's cruel sneer shattered my naive heart. Worse, my adoptive father, the Alpha, was entirely complicit. To secure an alliance, he was secretly arranging to lock me in a room with a notorious, sadistic Alpha whose previous mates had all died under gruesome circumstances. They stripped me of my dignity and my inheritance, mocking my supposed helplessness right to my face while I pretended I still couldn't see.
The grief of their absolute betrayal felt like a physical blow, quickly hardening into a cold, suffocating rage. I couldn't understand how the family I loved could plot my brutal execution with such casual cruelty.
Instead of crying, I kept my eyes unfocused, played the pathetic cripple they expected, and walked straight into the forest to find a terrifyingly powerful Lycan disguised as a Rogue.
"I want to seal our pact with a blood oath. From this moment forward, you are my mate."
I claimed the monster as my own. This time, I wouldn't be their tragic victim; I was going to burn their entire kingdom to the ground. The Wife He Betrayed
Billionaires My life with Liam was flawless. He was the brilliant tech entrepreneur, and I was his cherished wife, expecting our first child, Lily. Everyone said we were the perfect couple, and I believed it.
Then, a crack appeared. It started small – hushed phone calls, a secretive smile not meant for me, a promising new intern named Chloe Davis.
Today, the crack shattered our lives. Liam, who' d never missed a check-up, abandoned me for a "huge deal" and a presentation where Chloe was the star. Alone at the doctor' s, the cold dread in my heart eclipsed the perfect flicker of Lily's heartbeat on the ultrasound.
Later, a news article confirmed my worst fears. Liam, beaming with adoration, presenting Chloe with keys to a luxury car on stage. The public admiration for her "integrity" twisted the knife. It wasn' t just infidelity; it was a grotesque, public performance that humiliated me.
The shock morphed into a chilling rage when I found the pre-signed divorce agreement Liam had given me on our wedding day – an "insurance policy" for his infidelity. He had promised me everything if he ever wronged me. The man who wrote that was gone, replaced by a stranger who had made me a fool.
But the final, brutal blow came at the hospital. Drugged, I overheard Liam and the doctor. They had induced premature labor, risking Lily' s life, just so Chloe could move in as a "live-in assistant." I tried to scream, knowing instantly they were going to take my baby.
They thought I was weak, broken. But as the horror consumed me, a thought pierced through the haze: the email. The one confirming my connection with Ethan Hayes, Liam' s bitter rival. A seed of revenge had been planted just as my world burned down. The Engagement Betrayal
Modern The grand ballroom shimmered with a golden glow, filled with the hum of celebration. It was my engagement party, a day before the wedding, and for eight long years, I had believed I was marrying the man of my dreams.
Then, a casual conversation shattered my world. My fiancé, Mark, and his friends revealed a bet-a perverse wager placed on my virginity, my wedding night reduced to a prize in their cruel game.
Humiliation washed over me as Mark stood by, allowing their repulsive jokes, even adding to them, reducing my years of devoted love to mere "merchandise." His "intimacy phobia," which I' d patiently nurtured, was nothing but a calculated deception to keep me at arm's length while he truly lived. My supposed future husband, the epitome of my life' s aspirations, had been laughing at me all along.
How could he? How could the man I loved betray me so utterly, so casually, right before our wedding? Every sacrifice, every moment of understanding, felt like a fool' s errand. Was everything about us, about him, a lie?
I wouldn't stand for it. The wedding was off. But this wasn't just a cancellation; it was a detonation. I would make sure he paid for every single lie, every betrayal, and every tear. My Grandmother's Curse
Young Adult My parents always said I was bad luck, but my Grandma Stella was the only light in my brutal home, my only shield against their cruel abuse.
When Grandma Stella finally succumbed to her pain, ignored and reviled by my mother, her last breath was a desperate plea for relief, drowned out by contempt.
My mother, truly monstrous, ordered me to take Grandma' s body and dump it in the industrial lot, a feast for stray dogs, claiming she was "trash."
Against their wishes, I secretly buried her in the old church cemetery, the one they coveted for themselves, whispering a desperate vow for justice into the cold earth, sealing it with my own blood.
But soon, strange accidents plagued our house-my brother's fever, our truck dying, even our chickens dropping dead without a mark.
They blamed me, a proven curse, and brought in a crooked preacher who, instead of helping, declared me the vessel of misfortune and conspired to use me as bait for "the spirit."
Now, cornered and used, I realize my quiet promise to Grandma was far more powerful than I ever imagined, turning our home into a terrifying battleground where true reckoning begins. Divorce Papers and a Newborn
Modern I was 39 weeks pregnant, eagerly nesting for our daughter, Emily.
Our Austin home was filled with dreams of a perfect new family.
My ambitious architect husband, Ethan, traveled constantly for "high-stakes" projects.
But I trusted our future.
Then, breaking news flashed across the screen: a military coup in South America.
On it, his award-winning documentary filmmaker ex-girlfriend, Olivia, was caught in the chaos, presumed in grave danger.
That same night, as my first contractions began, Ethan dropped a bombshell.
He was flying to South America immediately.
Not for business, but for her.
He walked out as my water broke.
He was choosing his ex over his wife and unborn child.
Days later, news of Ethan's critical injury reached me.
It unleashed a barrage of demands from his family and friends.
They expected me to rescue him, to pay his escalating medical bills.
They expected me to be the forgiving "dutiful wife"—despite his shocking betrayal.
But the deepest cut came when my lawyer unearthed the truth.
For years, Ethan had been secretly siphoning thousands from our joint savings.
He was taking from our daughter's future, funneling it to Olivia's 'humanitarian' non-profit.
It wasn't just abandonment.
It was a cold, systematic betrayal, built on lies.
How could he do this to us, to Emily?
I refused to follow his family's script.
When a critically injured Ethan finally returned, expecting forgiveness and a tearful reunion, I was there.
Not as a heartbroken wife.
Instead, I was armed with divorce papers and a fierce determination to reclaim every penny he stole.
This was my battle, for Emily and for me.
It was the beginning of a new life on our own terms. The Comeback King of Vegas
Mafia Three years ago, my step-brother Chad and ex-fiancée Jessica conspired to strip me of everything, casting me out of the powerful Harrison family empire.
Now, I was a different man, forged in Las Vegas under the tutelage of the formidable Big Tony Costello, learning the real game of power.
Tonight, I sat quietly in the Bellagio' s most exclusive VIP room, observing, a discreet cog in Big Tony' s vast machine.
Then, loud and obnoxious, Chad swaggered in, Jessica clinging to his arm like a trophy.
His mocking laughter boomed as he recognized me, "Alex Miller! Didn't expect to see you in a place like this, unless you' re running chips now?"
Jessica' s practiced disinterest and feigned sympathy only twisted the knife, reminding me of her betrayal.
They tried to break me, publicly humiliating me with their false pity and accusations of being a "pauper" clinging to the edges of their world.
Chad then brought in a professional cheat, Silas, who, with Jessica' s distracting help, tried to swindle me out of $50 million in a high-stakes poker game.
When I exposed their brazen cheating, the Harrisons themselves stormed in, my step-mother' s slap resounding across my face as they arrogantly refused to pay the debt, threatening to use their power to silence me.
The sheer audacity, the injustice of being treated like trash again by the very people who took everything, was infuriating.
How could they be so brazen, so certain of their untouchable power, even after being caught red-handed?
Was I forever marked as the Harrison reject, destined to be humiliated whenever our paths crossed?
But they underestimated the silent strength I had cultivated, the quiet confidence that now flowed through me.
"No limit," I stated, leaning into the table, ready to turn their spectacle into their undoing.
What they didn't know was that the real power in Las Vegas was already on its way, and their cruel game was about to become their worst nightmare. 5 Years, 99th Penalty
Romance For five years, I was Sarah Jenkins, devoted caregiver to Ethan Montgomery, the handsome heir supposedly paralyzed after an accident. I sacrificed my youth, nurturing his phantom pains and enduring his moods. One stormy night, I risked my life to bring him his "emergency pain medication."
Approaching his suite, I overheard him. Ethan' s voice, chillingly detached, revealed his "paralysis" was a lie. I was merely "penalty number ninety-eight" in his five-year revenge game against an ex-girlfriend.
My world shattered. He was a monster, and I, his puppet. The humiliation intensified as I was systematically replaced. Then came the "ninety-ninth penalty": a brutal ambush in a derelict warehouse, orchestrated by his accomplice, Mark, the agony recorded for Ethan's sadistic pleasure.
How could such malice exist? The physical pain paled against the soul-deep violation, the crushing realization of my utter powerlessness. My body was broken, but a cold, unyielding rage ignited within me.
I wouldn't be his next victim. As the storm quieted, a decisive plan formed. I would disappear, truly vanish. My staged death would be his unwitting farewell, and for me, the first step towards a new life, finally free from his monstrous shadow. No Longer Her Fool
Romance Ethan Vanderbilt, heir to a formidable real estate empire, believed he had it all: a thriving business, a sophisticated life, and Isabella Hawthorne, the woman he saved from a shipwreck years ago at the cost of his own future children.
His perfect world shattered during their engagement party when Isabella confessed she was pregnant with his rival's baby, then pressed an antique dagger to his abdomen, cruelly demanding he claim the child as his own, rubbing salt in the wound of his infertility.
The ultimate humiliation came after I found her with her lover, Liam Spencer, in our penthouse; she pushed me, splitting my head open, then had her guards chain me outside on our 50th-story terrace during a raging storm, casually dismissing our entire relationship as a mere "dynastic necessity."
Lying bleeding and soaking wet, listening to her dismiss our life, my decades of devotion, my profound love died, replaced by a chilling clarity and an unyielding rage; how could any human be so cruel, so calculating, after everything I sacrificed for her?
But instead of breaking, that betrayal ignited a fire; I walked away from the wreckage of our life, and now, my ex-fiancée, who thought she held all the cards, is about to learn that a Vanderbilt, scorned and humiliated, doesn't just break—he rebuilds, he retaliates, and he truly lives, with a new bride and a new empire, leaving her with nothing but regret. Saved a Life, Lost My Name
Young Adult Our small house always felt heavy with unspoken things.
Today, it felt sharp, like a shard of glass against my skin.
Grandma Susan, my only comfort, hummed softly outside.
A cold dread, my familiar "knowing," whispered of coming disaster.
Then I saw it: a sleek cougar, yellow eyes fixed on Grandma.
I called my father, a deputy, begging for help.
He was at the fair with Jessica, his favored daughter, and scoffed.
"You're just trying to spoil her fun," he laughed.
The town watched as I fought alone, risking everything to save Grandma from the attacking beast.
My own father never came.
His furious colleagues returned, reporting his indifference.
Jessica, my stepsister, gloated about *our* shared birthday, her annual cake mocking my lifelong neglect.
Later, I found the cougar’s secret: a tiny cub, Jessica’s cruel trophy, hidden in our shed.
I led the enraged mother cougar away, deep into the woods, knowing I was marked.
Scratched and terrified, I returned only for my father to publicly grab and slap me.
“You’re a disgrace, Emily!” he raged, just as the cougar lunged directly at *me*.
Why did this beast hunt me?
Why did my own father constantly poison my existence, always protecting Jessica’s malicious whims?
Then, a crumpled envelope revealed a full university scholarship.
He had hidden it.
As his monstrous lies about Jessica, the cub, and a lifetime of dark family secrets unraveled, everything I believed combusted.
My mother’s eyes, finally truly seeing me, filled with a dawning, terrifying horror.
And then, the gunshots shattered the night. The Day Her Heart Died, His Empire Fell
Romance Ellie, a woman who sacrificed her dreams for her husband Marcus's tech empire, NovaCore, receives a devastating diagnosis: late-stage pancreatic cancer.
As she grapples with her mortality, she confronts Marcus about his escalating infidelity with Chloe Sanders and his cold indifference towards her.
Instead of comfort, Marcus dismisses her pain and accuses her of dramatics, even suggesting she "die to get his attention."
The grim reality of her impending death forces Ellie to face the harsh truth of her broken marriage and her husband's betrayal.
She prepares for her final farewell, arranging her cremation and cutting ties with the life that has only brought her heartache.
Even as she weakens, Chloe's malicious taunts continue, culminating in the cruel demolition of Ellie and Marcus's first home—their symbol of innocent love and shared dreams.
In her final moments, Ellie leaves Marcus a signed divorce paper and a journal entry wishing she had never met him, asserting that he destroyed her and took everything.
Overcome by guilt and a terrifying vision of Ellie’s death, Marcus tries to atone by rebuilding their first home and showering the "resurrected" Ellie with love and attention, believing he has been given a second chance.
However, his manufactured reality shatters on their 20th anniversary when a ghostly Ellie reveals the devastating truth: he's been living a hallucination, a desperate dream to escape his grief and the consequences of his actions.
As his dream collapses, Marcus loses everything – NovaCore, his fortune, and his sanity – ultimately vanishing, a ghost forever haunted by the woman he destroyed and the love he could never reclaim. 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.
The Underboss's Wife, Now His Queen
Hydro Therapy I stood outside my husband's study, the perfect mafia wife, only to hear him mocking me as an "ice sculpture" while he entertained his mistress, Aria.
But the betrayal went deeper than infidelity.
A week later, my saddle snapped mid-jump, leaving me with a shattered leg. Lying in the hospital bed, I overheard the conversation that killed the last of my love.
My husband, Alessandro, knew Aria had sabotaged my gear. He knew she could have killed me.
Yet, he told his men to let it go. He called my near-death experience a "lesson" because I had bruised his mistress's ego.
He humiliated me publicly, freezing my accounts to buy family heirlooms for her. He stood by while she threatened to leak our private tapes to the press.
He destroyed my dignity to play the hero for a woman he thought was a helpless orphan.
He had no idea she was a fraud.
He didn't know I had installed micro-cameras throughout the estate while he was busy pampering her.
He didn't know I had hours of footage showing his "innocent" Aria sleeping with his guards, his rivals, and even his staff, laughing about how easy he was to manipulate.
At the annual charity gala, in front of the entire crime family, Alessandro demanded I apologize to her.
I didn't beg. I didn't cry.
I simply connected my drive to the main projector and pressed play. The Jilted Wife Builds Her Own Empire
MAINUMBY Julieta thought a quiet night might finally bring some warmth to her cold marriage with Denver Kensington.
But his mistress, Aisha, shattered that illusion by staging a fake fall down the grand staircase and framing Julieta for the miscarriage.
Denver didn't listen to a single word of Julieta's defense. Instead, Aisha trapped Julieta on the terrace, shoved her over the stone railing, and screamed to the staff that Julieta was committing suicide.
Severely injured from the fall and secretly pregnant herself, Julieta woke up in a private clinic only to face Denver's absolute disgust. He refused to believe the child was his.
"You will terminate this pregnancy immediately."
Denver left her locked inside with a rogue doctor, who quickly pinned Julieta to the floor with a lethal syringe aimed at her neck.
As she fought desperately for her baby's life on the cold tiles, Julieta's heart completely shattered. How could the man she loved be so maliciously blind, willingly allowing his mistress to slaughter his legitimate wife and unborn heir?
Just as the deadly needle descended, the clinic door was violently kicked off its hinges by the powerful Kensington Patriarch. Saved and granted absolute authority over the main estate, Julieta watched Denver storm away, silently vowing to build her own empire and make them pay. 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. From Jilted Bride To Mafia Empress
Xiao Wang For seven years, I was the architect of my fiancé's criminal empire and the strategist behind his every move. I was Dante Gallo’s unofficial Consigliere, his partner in everything but name. Tomorrow, I was finally supposed to marry him and take my place as the queen to his throne.
But on the eve of our wedding, a single text message sent by mistake detonated my life. It was a photo from Dante, showing a platinum wedding band on his hand. The message read: “Married this morning. She’s safe now.”
My gaze fell to the engagement ring on my own finger. It was the identical band, just smaller. The engraved initials ‘D.I.’ didn’t stand for Dante and I. They stood for Dante and Isabella—his childhood sweetheart. My entire relationship was a lie; I was just a shield to protect his one true love.
He dismissed my discovery as a "tantrum." Then, his new bride began taunting me, sending a picture of them tangled in bedsheets with the caption: "Loser." They expected me to break. They thought I would shatter.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were. I forwarded the picture to Isabella’s fiancé, a man far more dangerous than Dante. "Your fiancée is in Suite 8808 at the Grand Hyatt," I told him. "I'll meet you downstairs. We're going to crash their party." The Mafia Don's Runaway Heiress Wife
Out Of Town Three years ago, I used my family's tech empire to marry Damien Moretti, a ruthless mafia Underboss. I naively thought my devotion could melt his frozen heart.
But a year ago, he paraded his mistress at our family gala just because she had the face of his dead ex.
When my pathetic jealousy boiled over and I stabbed him with a letter opener, he didn't kill me.
Instead, he banished me to the freezing, decaying West Wing of his estate.
For a whole year, I was locked away like a ghost. He flaunted his mistress, orchestrated a hostile takeover of my family's company, and let his maids treat me like garbage.
When I knelt outside his door begging for a divorce, he just gripped my jaw and delivered a death sentence.
"The only way you leave this family is in a coffin."
The naive girl who begged for his love died in that cold room. I finally realized I was nothing but a profitable ledger entry to him.
When he finally opened my door again, expecting to see a broken prisoner, I slapped him across his bleeding face.
"The deal is done. I want a divorce."
I walked straight out into the freezing Chicago rain, secretly swallowed a bottle of emergency contraceptives to kill any chance of carrying his heir, and prepared to tear up his mafia rules myself. His Vow Broke, Her Empire Woke
Hei Baidong I was the perfect Mafia wife, my dowry the foundation of my husband's ambition. I paid for his Yale degree, his tailored suits, and the very mansion he called his own. My reward? He paraded his mistress into my bedroom and declared her his second wife, expecting me to silently finance their affair.
They thought they had broken a merchant's daughter. They forgot I was raised by wolves.
Armed with a blood chit—a life debt owed to my family by the most feared man in Chicago—I walked into the lion's den. I went to Damien 'The Wraith' Falcone, the Dark Don who rules the Outfit with an iron fist, to demand a simple annulment.
But the King of Chicago isn't interested in simple transactions. He saw the steel beneath my silk, the vendetta burning in my eyes. He granted me my freedom, but at a price: my allegiance. Now, I'm a pawn in his lethal game of thrones, caught between a treacherous husband I swore to destroy and a ruthless Don who looks at me with a terrifying, possessive hunger.
In a city built on loyalty and betrayal, I'm about to teach them all that a queen's wrath is the deadliest weapon of all. 
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