Seraphic River
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Mafia Love Affair: From One Night To Forever
Mafia Alessandro Martini, once the play boy is changed in to a mature and responsible man, when took over the position of CEO of Martini Group, however, not many knows about his true identity of being an Italian mafia leader except those are involved. Being CEO and ruthless mafia leader his life is full of challenges because of his rivals on both sides, to make it worst his father demands an heir from him, he wouldn't have given a damn to his wish unless he was threatened by his own father on the positions he holds.
Autumn is the ordinary girl, who struggled for making her career after she was ditched by her boyfriend four years ago, while crying out for his betrayal she happened to spend the night with stranger, someone whose identity she doesn't know. However, as time passes she was happy with her twin babies and her life until one day when kidnapping of her sons brought her face to face with their father, knowing his identity only scared her for her and her kid's life. You Are Not Alone
Romance "I didn't allow you to sit?"
"Well, you were taking too long to respond, and I don't have much time" he shrugged his shoulder at looked at the girl, who was huffing at him.
"Then why ask?" her stern voice made Khizar stare intently at her, her face still had sweat drops, and red cheeks because of anger, and hair strands were waving trying to touch her face, Khizar averted his eyes.
"Just a formality," he said nonchalantly.
Mahtaj fisted her hand, she subsides her urge to punch the man in his face, she turns herself and sits straight, watching Hunain playing with his mother.
Khizar pursed his lips at the attitude of the small girl.
"My name is Khizar and yours?" Khizar has watched this girl since he came and starts running, before sitting she was playing with the kid, and the girl attracted him, therefore, when he saw her sitting on the bench, he didn't waste his time approaching her. He must know her name and if possible, have her number. However, Mahtaj was already enraged at him, so when he asked her name, she looked at him with her eyes narrowed and her expression scornful. 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. 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 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 Capo's Surgeon
Gu Mumu I was five months pregnant and the top underground surgeon for the Chicago mafia.
On Christmas Eve, I was called in to perform an off-the-books C-section on a VIP patient.
But through the operating room glass, I saw my mafia boss husband, Julian.
He wasn't there for me. He was slamming his fists against the door, screaming in desperation for the bleeding mistress on my table.
"I swear on my life I will marry you, Lyla. Just hold on."
I delivered his illegitimate son while he completely ignored my existence, kissing her knuckles with a reverence I thought was mine alone.
The nightmare didn't end there. When I returned to our cold penthouse, I had my prenatal vitamins tested.
They were laced with black-market hormones designed to cause severe fetal deformities and force a late-term miscarriage.
Julian, the man who once took a bullet for me and swore a blood oath to protect me, had been secretly poisoning our unborn child.
His entire family had been covering up his four-year affair, praising the mistress while using me as a convenient shield.
How could the fiercely protective husband I loved be the very monster plotting to destroy me from the inside out?
The last shred of my affection for the Capo instantly turned to ash.
I calmly booked a discreet termination, drafted ironclad annulment papers, and walked out to build my own empire.
--- Broken Oath: The Surgeon's Spectacular Comeback
Rafael I am the best trauma surgeon in the New York mafia. For five years, I used my underground surgical earnings to fund my fiancé Dante's rise to Capo.
But after a grueling six-hour surgery saving his soldier, I walked out into the pouring rain to find his new ward, Sofia, sitting in my front passenger seat.
In our world, the front seat of a Capo's car is a throne that belongs exclusively to his future wife.
Yet Sofia was sitting there, wearing his tailored coat and drinking from the custom silver flask I bought him.
When I confronted them, Dante didn't apologize. Instead, he publicly humiliated me.
"Just get in the back, Serena. She is a traumatized kid having a panic attack."
He demanded I bend the knee to an associate, completely disregarding my authority and our sacred blood oath.
Sofia looked at me with wide, artfully innocent eyes, but hid a victorious smile behind my flask.
I had laundered half a million dollars to build his marital fortress. I had bought his loyalty with my own blood and scalpel.
Why was he treating my five years of absolute devotion like garbage over a manipulative girl's fake tears?
I didn't argue, and I didn't beg for his love.
I simply took off the massive diamond betrothal ring, dropped it into a biohazard bin full of clotted blood, and walked away.
If he wanted to give away my seat, I would take back my money, destroy his standing, and let the ultimate Boss of Bosses court me instead. The Underboss's Obsession: Stealing The Bride
Diversion Three days before the wedding.
I was hiding in the dressing room, watching my fiancé caress the swollen belly of another woman.
Luca, the man who had saved my life five years ago, was smiling at his mistress, Sofia. But the real knife to the heart wasn't the affair—it was the dress.
The custom wedding gown he had "lovingly" ordered for me featured intricate silver embroidery along the hem.
It didn't spell Elena.
It read Sofia.
He was planning to make me walk down the aisle wearing his mistress's name.
Later that night, I found a video of him mocking me to his crew, calling me a "dead fish" and admitting he only wanted my family's Capo status. He planned to keep his "true love" on the side while I played the role of the oblivious, ornamental wife.
He thought I was just a sheltered princess. He forgot that my bloodline was built on vengeance.
I didn't cry. I didn't confront him. Instead, I scrubbed his scent off my skin and dialed a number everyone in Chicago feared.
"The pact with the Cavallaro family," I asked my father, my voice cold as stone. "Is it still valid?"
"Dante is the Underboss now," my father warned. "He is a butcher. He breaks men for sport."
"Good," I replied. "I am done playing with boys."
I secretly booked the Gold Ballroom across the hall from my original venue. Luca thought he was walking into a marriage on Saturday.
He didn't know I was bringing a monster to the altar instead.