Taser Eleagra
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Abandoned Heiress, Now His Mafia Bride
Priority I was tracing the gold paint on my own tombstone when a hand tapped me on the shoulder.
It was Clayton.
The same man who, five years ago, had left me bleeding out in a ditch because he didn't want to be late for my sister's engagement party.
"Die quietly, Ivy," he had said over the phone before hanging up.
Now, standing over my grave, he dropped his cheap plastic flowers in shock.
"Ivy? You're... we buried you."
They hadn't buried me.
They had buried an empty box to save face, mourning a "troubled" daughter they had actually discarded like broken trash the moment I became a liability.
Clayton's shock quickly turned to that familiar, arrogant anger.
He accused me of faking my death for attention.
He told me I was sick for putting the family through such pain.
He even reached out to grab my arm, intending to drag me back to my father to apologize.
"You're coming with me," he spat. "You owe us an explanation."
But he made a fatal mistake.
He thought he was talking to Ivy Dillard, the soft girl who cried when she skinned her knees.
He didn't notice the town car waiting at the curb, or the man stepping out of it.
Before Clayton's fingers could graze my coat, a hand made of steel caught his wrist.
Collin Richardson, the most feared Capo in Chicago, stepped between us.
"Touch my wife again," Collin whispered, his voice promising violence. "And you lose the hand."
I smiled at the terror draining the color from Clayton's face.
I didn't come back from the dead to explain myself.
I came back to bury them. The Mafia Don's Unwanted Genius Wife
My Sweet Super Wife I was the most loyal wife of Alessandro, the coldest and most ruthless mafia godfather of the underworld.
Three years ago, my husband's pregnant mistress, Valentina, framed me. She claimed that I had killed her unborn child, and my husband believed her without a moment's hesitation.
Only because the old Matriarch of the mafia had saved my life seven years ago — and because I owed her that so-called "debt of life" — I gritted my teeth and agreed to serve as the mistress's shield under the banner of the legitimate wife, until her new child was safely delivered.
At the banquet, the society ladies sneered at me:
"The mighty Mafia Dona, reduced to the mistress's personal nanny."
When Valentina demanded the silver pendant my parents had left me, he merely ordered flatly:
"It's just a necklace. What is all this fuss about?"
His voice was cold to the core. He believed he had long since crushed every ounce of pride I had.
But he never knew that the life debt I was repaying had nothing to do with him.
The moment that bastard child was born, my account with the Cavallaro family would be settled in full.
I slapped the divorce papers down on his desk and blocked his number.
Without looking back, I boarded a one-way flight to Europe.
I was going to take back an empire of my own. Rejected By My Family, Desired By The Mafia
Rain_R Camille Laurent was stolen at birth. Swapped by a greedy nanny, abandoned without a second thought, and erased from her rightful place in one of the most powerful families in the country.
While the real heiress struggled to survive, the nanny's daughter, Talia, was raised in luxury as the beloved jewel of the Laurent family, pampered by Camille's parents, adored by her three brothers, and even promised to the prestigious Matteo Devereux through a childhood engagement arranged by their grandparents.
Then the truth came out.
Six months ago, Camille was finally brought back to the Laurent family. To protect the family reputation and prove their devotion to their bloodline, the Laurent patriarch transferred 35% of his personal shares into Camille's name overnight, instantly making her one of the wealthiest heiresses in the country.
It brought anxiety to all the Laurent family. But what they don't know.is that Camille never needed them.
Behind her elegant smile lies a woman filled with secrets powerful enough to shake the whole family. She's a miraculous healer capable of curing the incurable poisons.
Yet despite everything, her family still chooses Talia.
Every accusation against Talia is forgiven. Every scheme against Camille is brushed aside. Even Matteo, the man who was supposed to be Camille's fiancé-cannot let go of the woman he always believed belonged by his side.
But while the Laurent family underestimates Camille, another man begins to see exactly who she is.
Dante Moretti.
The ruthless heir of an old-money dynasty. A billionaire CEO worshipped by the public.and the merciless king of a criminal empire hidden beneath the city's glittering surface. When Dante is poisoned by a rival syndicate with a deadly toxin no doctor can cure, he offers a fortune for anyone who can save him.
Only Camille can. Their deal is simple: she becomes his personal physician, and he gives her anything she wants. Shattered Vows: Escaping My Mafia Husband
Fading Signal On our wedding day, my brother made a joke.
"For every minute the groom is late, he pays five hundred dollars!"
Enzo, the city's most feared mafia Don, was six minutes late.
He laughed and handed over three thousand dollars in cash without blinking.
Seeing his generosity, my father confidently entrusted my life to him.
But the moment the wedding ring was on my finger, Enzo looked at me with a dark, chilling smile.
"Your family likes this game, right?" he whispered coldly.
"From now on, every minute you are late, I deduct five hundred dollars from your allowance."
Year one: I was three minutes late to a Syndicate dinner. He deducted fifteen hundred dollars.
Year two: I was twelve minutes late to my doctor's appointment. He deducted six thousand dollars.
Year four: On our anniversary, my father suffered a massive brain hemorrhage.
I rushed him to the hospital in the pouring rain and arrived at the restaurant forty minutes late.
Enzo glanced at the cold steak on the table and smirked.
"Twenty thousand dollars. It comes out of your account tomorrow."
I didn't argue. I just nodded.
When we got home, he carelessly tossed his tablet to me, asking me to check the parking fee.
But the moment the screen unlocked, a new notification popped up.
[Transferred $5,000 to Valentina. Memo: An apology for making you wait ten minutes.]
My hands trembled as I opened his chat history.
When she was one minute late for their date, he sent her five hundred dollars.
When she didn't show up at the hotel, he wired her ten thousand to coax her.
And this very afternoon, while I was begging the doctors to save my dying father, Enzo was in a luxury suite, paying his mistress an apology fee.
Scrolling up, I found over a thousand transactions for custom lingerie and luxury hotels, dating back six years.
He had been with her two years before he even married me.
The next morning, I wired him the exact twenty thousand dollars for my anniversary fine.
Then, I booked a Syndicate severance lawyer. The Mafia Heiress's Ruthless Revenge
Blair Dippel I was happily pregnant through IVF, thinking I had finally built a perfect life with my billionaire husband, Dante.
Then, an anonymous photo led me to a hidden drawer in his study, where I found a vasectomy confirmation dated a full year before we even started trying for a baby.
My world shattered when I went to his office for answers and overheard him talking to his assistant.
"This marriage, this child... it's all a sacrifice. I needed the perfect substitute to build up and destroy, just to prove my loyalty to Elara."
The painful IVF injections, my precious pregnancy, our entire marriage—it was all a meticulously crafted performance for his childhood sweetheart. He even planned to publicly humiliate me at an upcoming gala as a welcome gift for her return.
I wept for the years I had wasted and for my innocent unborn child, conceived merely as a pawn in their sick, twisted game. They thought they could discard me like trash because they believed I was just a helpless orphan with no one to turn to.
But they didn't know I had spent the last three years hiding my true identity for the sake of this marriage. Wiping away my tears, I picked up my phone and called my father, the most feared underground king in the world. The Crimson Throne
Eva obrien The Crimson Throne
By Eva Obrien
In a world where loyalty is lethal and love is a weakness, she must choose between vengeance and survival.
When Adriana De Luca's father-the powerful leader of the De Luca crime family-is assassinated, she is left with two options: run and die in hiding or fight to claim the throne that was never meant for her. But in the ruthless world of the mafia, power is taken, not given.
To secure her survival, she is forced into an arranged marriage with Lorenzo "Enzo" Moretti, a feared and merciless mafia kingpin who trusts no one. Their union is meant to bring peace between warring families, but when hidden enemies start striking from the shadows, Adriana realizes the real threat isn't outside-it's within.
As betrayals unfold and a war erupts, Adriana must decide:
✔ Trust the man she was forced to marry, or destroy him before he destroys her.
✔ Hunt down her father's killer, or become the next target.
✔ Rule with blood, or risk being buried by it.
In a game where love is dangerous and power is deadly, will she survive long enough to take what's hers? His Possession, Her Escape
Eileen I was the wife of Brennan Johnson, the head of the Sterling Syndicate. For years, I was the perfect partner, helping him climb from a young enforcer to the undisputed boss, believing he was the man who had once saved my life and promised to protect me forever.
That illusion shattered when I overheard him promising that same protection to a young art student he was sleeping with.
When I confronted him, he called me tainted and complicated. When I asked for a divorce, he cut my cheek with shattered glass and snarled that I belonged to him. He publicly gave my foundation and a necklace meant for me to his mistress, declaring her his "one and only" in front of the entire city.
The ultimate betrayal came when we were both kidnapped. The kidnappers held a knife to each of our throats and told him to choose.
He looked at me, his wife, and said, "I choose her."
He abandoned me to be assaulted and killed, walking away with his new love without a backward glance.
But I didn't die. An old family loyalist saved me.
I faked my death, escaped the country, and built a new life from the ashes of the old one. I was finally free.
Until tonight, when he walked into my restaurant, a ghost from a life I had buried. He found me. And he wants me back. The Mafia King's Runaway Ghost Bride
Ive Gutterson I woke up freezing in a dark alley with no memory of the last five years, only to stumble back to my powerful mafia family.
They wept and told me I had been murdered on my sixteenth birthday. But the real nightmare wasn't my death—it was the man who refused to let my corpse go.
Damien Moretti, the ruthless Don of Chicago, went completely mad. He locked my lifeless body in a secret vault, dressing me in pristine silk and worshipping my ghost in the dark. My brothers had to risk their lives to steal my "body" back just to give me a proper burial.
Now, he has discovered my tomb is empty, and his hounds are tearing the city apart to find the thieves.
"If the Wraith finds out she is breathing, he will lock her in a gilded cage forever."
My father's terrified warning rings in my ears. I am trapped in my own home, shivering as fragments of my coma return. I can still feel Damien's phantom kisses and hear his obsessive, necrophilic whispers in the pitch black.
Tonight, he forced his way into our estate and stood in my bedroom, desecrating my clothes while I hid breathless in the closet.
Tomorrow is the charity gala. My family is risking a mafia war to smuggle me out of the city, and I must escape before the dark king drags me back to my grave. By the Time You Read This, I'll Be Dead
Bing Caratozzolo For two years, I endured agonizing chemo for my leukemia, believing my struggling family was sacrificing everything to save me.
But right before my surgery, I overheard my brother and mother whispering outside the door.
I didn't have cancer.
My family, who were actually billionaires in the Syndicate, had been secretly poisoning me.
They needed me weak and dying so my betrothal to the supreme Don could be transferred to their newly found biological daughter.
"Once the betrothal is transferred, I will find the best specialists to cure Clara," my brother said coldly.
But they didn't know I had already made my choice.
Thinking my treatments were starving them, I had just swallowed a vial of lethal, untraceable poison in the bathroom.
I died in excruciating agony on the operating table before they even made the first cut.
When the surgeon announced I had committed suicide, my family's world completely shattered.
My brother found my blood-stained suicide note and the meager cash I had saved to buy them gifts.
"We murdered our own daughter," my father sobbed.
My mother went completely insane, clutching my rotting corpse, while my brother slit his own wrists in a desperate attempt to feel my pain.
They kneeled before my grave, weeping and begging the heavens to let them protect me in the next life.
Floating above them as a ghost, I watched their absolute despair with a numb heart.
I harbored no hatred, but I knew one thing for certain.
In the next life, we will be nothing but strangers. 
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