Yan Shui
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Regretful Don: The Queen You Threw Away
Mafia I was the Gold-Tier Fixer of the syndicate, promised to the lethal Underboss, Dante. We had bled on the same battlefields to conquer the eastern seaboard.
But ever since he took in his new mentee, Mia, I became invisible.
For three years, he canceled our Mafia Blood Oath seventeen different times to be by her side.
On our third engagement anniversary, he rushed home at noon not to see me, but to grab a bespoke diamond necklace for Mia's birthday.
When he finally returned late at night, he tossed a cheap, last-minute duplicate purse on my table.
"I need you to step down from your position as Gold-Tier Fixer and give the title to Mia," he said, his voice laced with absolute entitlement. "Let her have it."
Before I could even respond, Mia called about a minor security issue, and he immediately headed for the door, swearing we would finally take our vows the next morning.
I stared at the two identical bags sitting untouched in my closet, realizing every gift he ever gave me was thoughtless garbage compared to the treasures he showered on her.
I had spent eight years smelling of unscented soap just to please him, yet he let the heavy scent of Mia's roses soak right into his collar.
I was a fool squandering my talents on a man who had already buried our vows.
The next morning, I didn't go to the sanctuary.
I dropped my resignation papers on the Capo's desk, permanently blocked Dante's number, and boarded a one-way flight to Paris.
This time, I chose to build an empire for myself. His Untamed Prey: The Reborn Heiress
Romance I was the top commander of a black-ops military program. After slaughtering my way through a hellish mission, I reached the extraction helicopter, trusting my second-in-command to watch my back.
But the moment our hands locked, he didn't pull me up. Instead, he plunged a syringe of lethal neurotoxin directly into my neck.
He aimed his gun at my chest, coldly stating that I was too dangerous to live. My lungs stopped, and I died in a pool of my own blood. But the endless blackness suddenly shattered. My consciousness violently forced its way into a new, broken shell. I woke up in a freezing alley, soaked in muddy rain.
This body belonged to seventeen-year-old Eliza Wyatt. A massive wave of foreign memories crashed into my brain. Her own younger sister had just stood at the top of the stairs with a mocking smile, watching street thugs beat Eliza to death.
"Take good care of the Wyatt family's eldest daughter. Tonight is the night she finally disappears."
The endless humiliation, the cold stares of her family, and the brutal betrayal by her own blood flashed before my eyes. Why was this fragile girl treated like garbage and pushed to her death by the very people who should have protected her?
I looked down at my pale, trembling hands. The top commander was dead, but in this bleeding shell, Eliza Wyatt was very much alive. I picked up a switchblade from the bloody puddle and stood up in the storm. It was time to hunt. Reborn Heiress: The Revenge She Deserves
Modern The rain was a solid sheet of gray as the black SUV rammed into my car, sending me spiraling over the guardrail. As the glass shattered and the world turned upside down, a searing pain ripped through my chest before everything went cold and dark.
I didn’t stay in the darkness. My spirit hovered ten feet in the air, watching the steam hiss from my mangled sedan.
I followed the magnetic pull of my soul back to my family estate, expecting to find them devastated. Instead, I found my stepmother, Florene, and my sister, Kassidy, pouring vintage champagne and laughing in the drawing room.
"To the end of the nuisance," Florene said, her eyes gleaming with greed. "The trust fund unlocks at midnight. We're finally rich."
The betrayal cut deeper than the metal that killed me, but the real shock came at my funeral. Hiram Tyson—the cold, masked husband I’d spent three years fearing—collapsed over my closed casket. He unbuckled his silver mask, revealing a face ruined by scars, and sobbed a name I hadn't heard since childhood.
"I'm sorry, Angel. I thought keeping you at arm's length would keep the darkness away."
He wasn't the monster I thought he was. He was the boy I had saved at the orphanage years ago, and he had been protecting me in silence while my own family plotted my murder.
I reached out to touch him, but the world exploded into a blinding white light.
When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in a casket. I was back in our bedroom, feeling the heavy weight of Hiram’s arm across my waist. The calendar on the nightstand read September 14, 2023—exactly one year before the crash.
I looked at the silver mask resting on the table and felt a cold, hard determination settle in my chest. This time, I wasn't going to be the victim. I was going to be the villain in their story and burn their world to the ground. Thirteen Years Of His Lies
Modern For thirteen years, I waited for my fiancé, Brandon. Our marriage was blocked ninety-nine times by his family's board, or so he told me. Each time, he'd accept a public corporate penalty, playing the martyr for our love.
But on the day of the 100th vote, I overheard the truth. The board had approved our marriage every single time. He was the one sabotaging it, fabricating issues to appease his manipulative adopted sister, Kendal.
That night, at a "surprise party," he kissed her with a passion he hadn't shown me in years. When I later confronted him about her lies, he shoved me. I fell, my head splitting open on the coffee table.
As I lay bleeding on the floor, he didn't help me. He stood over me, protecting his crying sister.
"Apologize to Kendal, Averi."
That's when I finally saw him for the weak man he was. I wiped the blood from my face, walked out of the life we built, and accepted the marriage proposal from his biggest rival. The Obsessive Husband's Golden Prison
Modern After three years as his secret, I finally got the fairytale wedding I'd always dreamed of. My husband, Addison Parker, was finally free from his family's control, and he chose me.
Carrying his twin babies, I flew across the country to surprise him on a business trip, only to overhear him talking to his best friend.
"She's too sweet," he said, his voice casual. "Like chewing gum that's lost its flavor."
His words shattered my world. The man who knelt at my feet, tears in his eyes, promising me forever, saw me as nothing more than a bland convenience.
The betrayal was so absolute, so cruel, that I walked into a hospital the next day and terminated the pregnancy.
When he found out, his love twisted into a dark obsession. He locked me in our penthouse, a prisoner in a gilded cage.
"I could give you something," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with a terrifying light. "Something to make you forget. To make you happy again."
He planned to drug me, to erase my memories and my pain, turning me into his perfect, smiling doll forever. But he underestimated me. I had a plan of my own. The Wife They Tried to Erase: A Cold Comeback
Billionaires The sterile office felt colder than usual as Commander Davis slid a folder across the table, marking a point of no return. "Ava Mitchell, this is your last chance to back out." My once-vibrant life was about to become a calculated disappearance, replaced by the clandestine world of Agent Nightingale. I was ready to vanish.
Or so I thought. Six years of playing the devoted wife to Ben Carter, a tech CEO, had hollowed me out. His "savior," Leah Thompson, his childhood sweetheart, had wormed her way into our home, and my son, Leo, idolized her as "Auntie Leah," making me feel like a prop in my own life.
The breaking point arrived on a rock-climbing trip. Ben's dismissive tone, Leah's triumphant smirk, and Leo's words, "Mommy, please? Auntie Leah isn' t afraid," shattered any remaining hope. In that moment, I knew I had to escape this gilded cage.
I walked away from the mountain, leaving behind the screaming, the accusations, and the life that was no longer mine.
Back home, I systematically erased Ava Mitchell: my lawyer drew up divorce papers, I liquidated my assets, shredded photo albums, and even gave up my parental rights to Leo, blocking a tearful Ben and my son' s heartbroken cries. The pain was physical, but it hardened into an unbreakable resolve.
Then came the messages, the perfect family photos of Ben, Leo, and Leah at the school play, Leah wearing my anniversary necklace. My old life was being replaced, piece by piece, before Ava Mitchell was even officially "dead."
The final blow came from an "Eternity Locket" that revealed Ben and Leah's relationship wasn't gratitude, but a long-con, a conspiracy to "get rid of me" that predated our marriage. The hurt, the sadness, the grief of a failing marriage burned away, replaced by an ice-cold, razor-sharp rage.
They wanted to get rid of Ava Mitchell? Agent Nightingale would make sure they regretted it. My Fiancee's Lie: A Conspiracy Unraveled
Modern My name is Ethan Hughes. I was a decorated Army Ranger, but PTSD brought me back to civilian life, seeking quiet stability with my brilliant fiancée, Sabrina, and my childhood best friend, Anthony.
One night, the medication for my PTSD hit harder than usual, a thick fog pulling me under. Then, a sharp, chemical scent - gas. Through the haze, I saw Sabrina, methodical, setting up the apartment. And Anthony, watching her from the doorway.
"Is it done?" he asked, his voice low. "I've planted the data trail," Sabrina replied, grabbing my laptop. "It'll look like he downloaded the files and then, overcome with guilt, decided to end it. A tragic story of a damaged veteran."
My mind screamed. They were framing me for treason. My fiancée. My best friend. As the gas thickened, Anthony' s cold eyes met mine, devoid of friendship. "He'll be the perfect scapegoat, Sabrina. No one questions the actions of a man with PTSD."
Rage burned, but my body was useless. I was trapped, listening to them discuss my staged suicide, my betrayal. My father, the real hero, would have saved Sabrina's. But here I was, drowning in their lies.
Then, black. I woke, paralyzed, a machine beeping. Overhearing Sabrina confirm I was in a medically induced coma, the narrative set: "Troubled veteran... committed treason." They had even altered security footage. Buried alive. What kind of nightmare was this? And who could possibly believe me, trapped in a dead body, with no voice? Code of Betrayal: Her Sweetest Retribution
Romance As a scholarship recipient from the Harrison family, MIT grad Ava Chen built her career in their tech company, Harrison Innovations.
Her groundbreaking AI project was poised to save their struggling empire, and tonight, at the Innovation Summit, she expected to be named CTO and celebrate her triumph.
Instead, on stage, her husband, Ethan Harrison, embraced a visibly pregnant Brittany Miller, declaring her his partner and "the future of the Harrison family."
My world shattered as Ethan, his face cold, publicly shamed my "career focus" over family, implying my infertility, while Brittany, his mistress, feigned sweetness.
The board, including Ethan' s parents, dismissed my dire warnings about fiscal collapse, then allowed my mother-in-law to slap me, screaming, "You barren wrench! You deceived us!"
Brittany, a bitter junior I barely remembered, then piled on lies, claiming I stole her AI and seduced professors just to get ahead.
Ethan smashed my phone, destroyed my life's research, and forced me to sign papers, all while Brittany ground her heel into my hand.
My career, my marriage, my reputation – all publicly executed.
How could my entire life, built on dedication and gratitude, be so brutally annihilated by such cruel lies and baseless accusations?
The injustice of it all, the sheer malice, left me frozen in disbelieving agony, consumed by an unbearable humiliation.
As I lay broken, my shattered phone, miraculously, began to ring.
It was Marcus Thorne, CEO of Thorne Dynamics, and his call was about to expose the Harrisons' true desperation and offer me an unlikely lifeline. No More Stolen Hearts
Romance Chloe did it again.
Another boyfriend stolen, another round of humiliation in our family chat led by Aunt Linda' s fake sympathy.
My own mother just sighed and told me to "try harder next time."
This was the pattern, my glamorous cousin Chloe, making sport of my relationships, taking whatever, or whoever, was mine.
But this time, as news of her latest conquest spread, a cold certainty settled within me.
This time, it wouldn' t be another defeat.
This time, I was ready.
The object of her latest desire was Ethan, my new boyfriend, whose existence I' d deliberately kept quiet until now.
He was everything she craved: charismatic, successful, irresistible.
I "accidentally" let slip details about him to my mother, then watched, anticipating, as the news inevitably reached Chloe.
Her audaciously casual message arrived soon after: "Heard you have a new toy, cous. Mind if I check him out for you?"
My stomach twisted, but not with dread – with grim, calculating satisfaction.
Years of quiet resentment, fueled by her casual cruelty and relentless need to diminish me, had finally solidified into a singular, unwavering purpose.
She thought she was still playing her same old game, but she had no idea the depth of the trap she was about to step into.
Ethan, with a hidden, dangerous secret I' d discovered months ago, wasn't just another man for Chloe to steal.
He was the linchpin of my meticulously crafted revenge.
This cycle of humiliation was about to end, but not the way Chloe expected. 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.
Luciano's Forbidden Desire
Betty_Kris She's sin wrapped in a nun habit.
He is the devil who makes her want to confess.
Luciano Moretti, the mafia's most feared enforcer, kills without hesitation, prays to no god, and bleeds for the Cosa Nostra.
Sister Elizabeth has spent her life behind church walls, burying her desires under layers of penance and prayer. She is supposed to be untouchable-a quiet, secluded nun devoted to faith.
But when she finds him bleeding on the altar one night, their worlds collide in a sin neither heaven nor hell can cleanse.
He's meant to marry her sister to seal a deal between two mafia empires.
She's meant to keep her vows and distance.
But temptation has a cruel sense of humour...
Because he's the last man she should want.
She's the only woman he can't have.
But one touch, one look, and everything sacred begins to crumble.
Luciano does not seek salvation. Instead, he lures her into a dangerous path, one that includes everything she is meant to avoid, and everytime she whispers "forgive me, Father," her soul sinks deeper into him.
As bloodlines clash and loyalty turns to betrayal, Elizabeth learns that the war outside the chapel isn't the only one she must survive. Because Luciano's world is built on violence and secrets, one of which binds her fate to his in ways neither of them saw coming.
Desire clashes with devotion.
Duty turns to betrayal.
And when they're both drowning in a love so forbidden, not even God can save them. 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. The Bratva Don's Forced Bride & His Secret Baby
Author kelvin Imagine being forced to marry your father's enemy and bam! He turns out to be your lost lover and the father of your secret baby...
That was exactly Anya Sokolov; 21 years old daughter of a corrupt Russian politician; educated, sharp-tongued, but emotionally neglected.
When her father struck a deadly deal with the Russian Bratva, she became collateral, an unwilling bride for the Vetrov family heir. But Anya had no idea that the groom was 38 years old Nikolia Vetrov, a man she despised and yet longed to see again.
Four years earlier, he had saved her life. And while she was under his protection, she fell for him. They shared a night of passion, but after that he disappeared, abandoned her, and that was when her hatred for him began.
It would have been easier to forget him if she didn't turn up pregnant weeks later. To protect the future of her unborn child, she kept his existence a secret, even from her own family.
But now he was back, with a Bratva ring, a deadly proposal, and eyes that burned like sin.
To save her father's empire, she must marry the man who ruined her. The devil with silver hair; He was cold, ruthless and unforgiving.
And when he discovers the child she swore to protect from his world... all hell will break loose.
What happens when the man she should hate becomes the only one who ever truly saw her? And she in turn became his one true obsession. The Unwanted Bride Becomes The City's Queen
Breeze I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella.
Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark.
But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved.
Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies.
When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel.
While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest.
The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella.
He ordered my father to punish me.
I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth.
That night, the love in my heart finally died.
On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape—the only proof that I was Seven.
Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney.
By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return. Too Late, Don Moretti
Apache I took a bullet to the chest to save Julian, the ruthless Don of the New York Syndicate. For five years, I laundered his millions, intercepted his enemies, and was meant to be his wife.
But seven days before our wedding, he allowed his young ward, Isabella, to steal my matriarchal betrothal ring and flaunt it on the dark web.
When I demanded he postpone the wedding until it was returned, he called me theatrical and took her to his private coastal safehouse. To punish my defiance, he ordered my emergency heart medication removed from my safe.
"I merely wanted to test if you were feigning your little illness for attention."
That was the text Isabella sent me. But I wasn't feigning. My chest seized, and I collapsed on the hardwood floor. I flatlined twice in an off-the-grid clinic. While doctors used defibrillators to violently restart my failing heart, Julian was in an underground arena, publicly sliding a massive diamond onto Isabella's finger.
I had spent every drop of my blood to build his dominion, yet he left me to die just to humor a spoiled girl's games. I finally understood that my lifelong devotion was nothing but a cheap convenience to him.
When I woke up, I didn't shed a single tear.
I printed a meticulous ledger of my blood debts, marked the balance as zero, and vanished to Europe. This time, I would build a mafia empire of my own. Jilted Fiancée? No, The Billionaire Heiress!
Luo Xi I hid my identity as the heiress of a top-tier wealthy family just to build a normal, quiet life with my fiancé, Jefferey.
We had just picked out our dream villa, but a sudden bank notification shattered my illusion.
The entire $7.8 million from our joint trust fund had been wired to a woman named Jessie Barr.
When I hacked into his synced tablet, the truth hit me like a truck. Jessie wasn't just a stranger; she was his secret lover.
They even had a four-year-old son who shared Jefferey's exact eyes.
"The money is in your account. Our future is secure now. I'll leave her soon."
Reading his messages to her, I realized my three years of devotion were nothing but a long con.
I was just the final "project" he needed to fund his real family.
He used my resources, my connections, and my money to build a life in the shadows with his true love, treating me like a naive piggy bank he could discard at any moment.
I had given up my absolute power for a man who fed me nothing but lies.
But Jefferey forgot one crucial detail. I wasn't just some helpless woman he could ruin.
I calmly closed my laptop and dialed a number I hadn't called in three years.
"Mom, I was wrong. I'm ready to accept the Romero family's marriage alliance."
It was time to gut his company and take everything he owned. 
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