kristine mendoza
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The Dangerous Mafia Obsession
Mafia First, meet the five leading men**, feared in the Mafia World because their aura perfectly matches their alias in the underworld. These five have been friends since childhood, as their fathers were also close. Unfortunately, they inherited their fathers' "sickness" they call obsession. Once their eyes land on you, they'll claim you without you even realizing it. What they want, they get, no matter the cost.
- **DEMON JAY STYLES** – The Demon Mafia Lord
- **KIEL LESTER THOMSON** – The Beast Mafia King
- **HELLION CLARKSON** – The Monster Mafia King
- **ZANDER PETERSON** – The Devil Mafia King
- **XAVIER SMITH** – The Evil Mafia King
**Second, meet the five leading ladies**, who are more beautiful than anyone, as if they caught all the beauty when it rained down.
- **KATHY MORGAN** – A simple woman living a peaceful life. Her parents work at a hacienda, and she was given the opportunity to study at a private school, Styles University (SU). However, her life takes a turn when she meets the grandson of her family's employer, Demon Jay, who becomes obsessed with her.
- **YANA GOMEZ** – A wealthy student at SU, Yana is engaged to a man she hasn't met but who knows her well. That man is none other than Kiel Lester Thomson, who has long been obsessed with her.
- **LISSANA PARK** – A working student and scholar at SU, she struggles to make ends meet. While working, she meets Hellion Clarkson, and from there, her life begins to change.
- **MIKA DELA CRUZ** – A poor woman working as a waitress in a bar. One night, she is ordered by her boss to entertain a customer at his table. That night, she catches the attention of Zander Peterson, marking the beginning of her complicated life.
- **SUNNY VARGAZ** – Similar to Mika, Sunny works hard to support herself, and they are close friends. She's forced to entertain a customer, Xavier Smith, to earn money for her father, who is in the hospital. Little does she know that this night will change her life forever. The Cold Hearted CEO
Billionaires "Have mercy, sir!" the secretary cried out.
Slap!
"Shut your f*cking mouth!" he shouted at her.
"Ahhhh!" the woman screamed as her boss forced himself on her.
He covered her mouth, leaving her helpless. Her muffled cries mixed with sobs as her heartless boss continued his assault.
Her eyes widened in terror when she noticed a camera recording them. She broke down, crying even harder.
Sarina rushed home and immediately took a shower.
Afterward, she sat down to write her resignation letter to Cyborg Inc.
"Are you home, child?" her father called out.
"Yes, Dad, I'm just getting dressed," she quickly replied, tidying herself up.
"I'm heading out now, Dad," she said, leaving the house without waiting for a response.
On her way to the office, she sat in the taxi, staring at her resignation letter as tears threatened to fall. The closer she got to her workplace, the more her emotions overwhelmed her.
Upon arriving, she took a deep breath before entering the building. People stared and whispered as she walked past, heading for the elevator. Even inside, she could hear murmurs but chose to ignore them.
When the elevator doors opened, she stepped out, composed herself, and took another deep breath before entering her boss's office.
As she walked in, the CEO's swivel chair turned to face her. She approached and handed over her resignation letter. Without a shred of emotion, Atashi Cyborg-the cold-hearted CEO of Cyborg Inc.-accepted it.
Sabrina was shocked when Atashi tore the letter into pieces and scattered them across the floor.
"Clean it up, Secretary Sabrina Mendez," he ordered coldly.
"No, I'm resigning now," Sabrina said in a trembling voice.
Atashi responded with a cruel ultimatum:
"Choose one:
A. I kill your father.
B. I tell your father about our scandal or send it to his email.
C. Stay as my secretary."
Devastated, Sabrina broke down in tears and lowered her head. "I choose letter C," she whispered, defeated.
Turning away, she went to her desk near Atashi's.
"You're five minutes late today," Atashi remarked coldly, his words making her cry even more.
"Heartless monster," Sabrina muttered under her breath.
Marriage To The Heartless Man
Romance "Mommy! Dad, please! " I pleaded with my parents, tears streaming down my face.
They wanted me to marry the son of their business partner. But sh*t! I didn't want to. I was too young-barely 18! Worse, I already had a boyfriend.
Sh*t! What kind of life is this?!
"You'll marry him whether you like it or not. It's final!" my mom said coldly, not sparing me a glance. My dad sat silently, reading a magazine, his legs crossed as he lounged on our sofa.
"Daddy..." I called out, hoping for some support, but he didn't even look up.
"Go to your room and get some rest. Tomorrow is your wedding day," he finally spoke, but that was all.
Damn it! This is hell!
"M-Mommy huhu..." I sobbed harder.
I didn't want to marry because I knew it would only lead to pain and misery " I choked out through my tears.
"No. He'll never hurt you. Trust me. Stop crying and get some rest," Mom said dismissively as she stood and left me crying on the sofa.
"D-Daddy..." I called again as he, too, stood up. He glanced at me, emotionless, before walking away.
All I could do was cry. Tomorrow was my wedding day. There was no escape. My life would turn into hell starting tomorrow.
I was about to marry a man without a heart, someone who wouldn't care if he hurt me emotionally or physically.
Wedding Day
As I walked down the red carpeted aisle, I fixed my gaze on the man waiting for me at the altar. His perfectly sculpted face was devoid of emotion. His piercing blue eyes stared at me, making my knees weak.
"How pathetic you are. You couldn't even do anything to stop this nonsense of a marriage," he muttered coldly when I finally stood before him.
He gripped my hand tightly, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out in pain.
One question remained before I would be bound to this heartless man, who could never love me.
"You, woman, do you vow to stay by this man's side in poverty and hardship, with respect and love?" the priest asked.
"Say you do, woman, and prepare to suffer. You ruined my life, so I'll ruin yours too," Zyrus whispered maliciously, his cold words sending shivers down my spine.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"I, Lhianne Aurora Acostora, am willing to stay, respect, and love this man, Zyrus Clark Dillesh, forever. So, yes, I do, Father," I said boldly, shocking my now husband.
"Zyrus Clark Dillesh, you may now kiss your bride," the priest announced.
"The pathetic woman," Zyrus muttered icily. "Well, this isn't new to you."
He lifted my veil and, without hesitation, claimed my lips.
I felt like I was floating as his soft lips pressed against mine.
Startled, I pushed him away when he bit my lower lip, leaving it stinging. I stared at him in disbelief, but he only smirked back at me.
My gaze shifted to the churchgoers clapping enthusiastically. Mom's smile stretched wide, while Dad remained emotionless as always.
I sighed deeply, bracing myself for the life of misery that awaited me The Deal With Mr. Amir
Romance Boss, I need to resign. Please sign my resignation," Akari pleaded.
She had been working here for five years, and her boss was like a demon who seemed to harbor a grudge against her. Although she applied to be a secretary, her role often felt more like a personal secretary slash maid, given the endless demands he made of her. Her contract was ending, and she wanted to submit her resignation letter. She had no intention of renewing her contract-she was going home, just as her parents had asked.
"My answer is still no, Miss Nakamoto," Amir replied, busy signing documents.
"But, Boss, I really need to go home. My mother is sick, and there's no one to take care of her. My contract is ending, please!" Akari said, desperation creeping into her voice.
She hoped to get away with it – Akari thought to herself.
"I'll give you a one-week leave. No more questions. Get out now," Amir responded, causing Akari's jaw to drop in disbelief.
"I swear I'll curse you, you insufferable man," Akari thought angrily.
...
"But, Boss, it's only been three days, not even a week! Three days! And now you're calling me back! Wait, whose child is that?" Akari yelled, furious that she was being summoned.
"Here. She's been freaking annoying, crying all day, and I need sleep," Amir said, thrusting a crying baby into Akari's arms, leaving her stunned.
"Boss, I'm not a nanny!" Akari protested, looking back at the now-silent baby.
"Thank God, I'm going to sleep now. You take care of that little demon," Amir said as he flopped onto the bed.
"Can I kill this man?" Akari thought as she glared at Amir before turning her gaze to the baby, who was now staring back at her.
"Whose child are you?" Akari asked the baby, who just smiled.
...
"What do you mean I can't resign until you find a babysitter?" Akari asked, glancing at the sleeping baby in her arms.
"Exactly. You're fired as my secretary, and now you're hired as the babysitter," Amir said.
Akari's jaw dropped again.
"No way, Boss! I'd rather you order me around and treat me like a servant in your company than make me a babysitter. Please, Boss, have some mercy, even though you're always acting like a demon," Akari protested, as Amir raised an eyebrow.
"Ah, I mean..." Akari stammered.
"Don't worry, I've heard that plenty of times when you gossip with my lazy employees in the pantry," Amir said, causing Akari to gulp nervously.
"I have a deal," Amir said.
"What deal?" Akari asked.
"If I can't find a babysitter for that child, you're free. But if I do, you will be her babysitter forever," Amir said.
"Sir, come on..." Akari protested.
"I'll give you half a billion after the deal," Amir offered.
Akari's eyes sparkled.
"Deal!" Akari agreed.
"I can finally buy the car of my dreams! This will be easy," she thought to herself.
Meanwhile, Amir had his own thoughts running through his head.
"This is the only way to keep you with me. I'm a selfish man. Half a billion is just the start. After this, I'll make sure you get even more, plus a bonus," Amir thought, smiling to himself.
...
"Akari, please, let me explain!" Amir begged.
"No! Get out of here! Go be with your woman! You have no shame!" Akari yelled.
"Muuahhhh!" Amir cried out.
"She's not my woman, I swear!" Amir tried to explain.
"You jerk! I wish I never agreed to anything with you!" Akari shouted.
"Please, baby, let me explain, okay?" Amir pleaded.
"Get out of here, and don't ever come back!" Akari screamed. The Sycophant Love
Romance Sky Marie Caswell A victim of rape by Kade Russell, the son of a wealthy businessman in their town. She was helpless to defend herself against him because he was rich and innocent in the eyes of others. Sky never got the justice she wanted.
Kade Russell Had long been interested in Sky, but she ignored him. Out of anger and jealousy, he raped her the night after a party. Since he came from a wealthy family, he believed he was untouchable. His rage only grew when Sky disappeared without a trace after their graduation
_"So, Mr. Russell, is it true what Miss Caswell is accusing you of?"_
_"That's not true, your honor,"_ Kade said, glancing at Sky.
_"What happened on December 5, 20**?"_
_"That night, your honor... (Before speaking, Kade looked at Sky) ... she said she wanted to be with me. She came with me willingly. All of my friends were there."_
_"Liar!"_ Sky screamed, bursting into tears.
_"Miss Caswell,"_ the judge warned.
_"And what happened after that?"_ the judge asked, looking at Kade.
_"We went to my condo, just as she said. I didn't force her. She undressed in front of me on her own. I never forced her. Everyone at school knows I'm not interested in women,"_ Kade claimed.
_"Do you have solid evidence?"_ asked the judge.
_"Yes, your honor."_
_"Call in the witness,"_ the judge ordered.
Sky was shocked when her best friend Samantha entered the courtroom. She was confused, wondering why Samantha was on the other side.
_"So, Miss Fajardo, what happened on December 5, 20**?"_ the judge asked.
_"Sky wasn't drunk that day,"_ Samantha said.
_"Sam, what are you talking about?"_ Sky was stunned, unable to look Samantha in the eye.
_"Continue,"_ the judge instructed.
_"Even before that night, Sky had a thing for Kade,"_ Samantha revealed, causing Sky's knees to weaken at the statement.
_"No, that's not true,"_ Sky whispered.
_"It was all part of her plan to get pregnant by Kade and become rich,"_ Samantha continued.
_"Liar! Samantha, what are you saying? I never said that. Even though I'm poor, I'm not that kind of person!"_ Sky shouted angrily.
_"Miss Caswell,"_ the judge intervened.
Sky sat down, shaking her head in disbelief, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't understand why her friend had betrayed her.
_"How long have you been friends with Miss Caswell, Miss Fajardo?"_ the judge asked.
_"Ten years, your honor,"_ Samantha replied.
_"So, is it true that Miss Caswell's accusation against Mr. Russell is false?"_ the judge asked.
_"Yes, your honor, it was her plan to get money,"_ Samantha confirmed.
_"No, you're a liar!"_ Sky screamed in fury.
_"Okay,"_ the judge said.
_"The court has found Mr. Russell not guilty."_
Sky collapsed to her knees, crying, shaking her head in disbelief.
_"Sky!"_ Samantha called out as Sky stormed out of the courtroom.
_"F*ck you! I hope you die, you shameless traitor! I wish you were dead!"_ Sky screamed at Samantha after her case was dismissed.
_"Miss Caswell, you should be thankful we didn't file charges against you. Do you know how much trouble you've caused? You almost ruined our family's reputation,"_ Mrs. Russell said as she and Kade walked out together, Kade smiling victoriously.
_"Friendship over, Sam. I never thought you'd lie like that. I'm sure they paid you off. Oh, and by the way, you're the one who's after money, not me. You're the one who wanted to marry him, not me. But you twisted everything!"_ Sky said, glaring at Samantha, who began to cry.
_"Can you shut up, Miss Caswell? What more do you want, huh? Since you're after money, just name your price,"_ Kade taunted, smiling.
_"Shove your money where the sun doesn't shine. Just because you're rich doesn't mean you can cover up your filth. The truth will come out. You're a devil, and even though you twisted everything, people will know what you did,"_ Sky said, glaring at Kade's friend, who quickly looked away.
_"Don't worry, Mr. Russell. I don't need your money. You can use it to pay for your son's therapy or donate it to those who believe they can buy souls,"_ Sky remarked, looking at the judge.
(Sky knew from the beginning that the judge favored Kade, but she wasn't about to give up. The case had been dismissed at the first hearing, but she wasn't going to lose hope.)
"Miss Caswell, let's go," her The Governor's Girl
Romance “What the hell! You idiots! All I asked you to do was keep watch, and you couldn’t even manage that?! Lucas, I’m not paying you to be stupid. Fix this right now!”
This echoed throughout Governor Vergara’s entire office as he spoke on the other line. Meanwhile, his board members quietly listened, fear evident on their faces.
“Lucas, fix this! Don’t call me until you’ve found her. I don’t care if you need to add more men just to find her today! Lucas, put this in your mind! I don’t want this day to end without you finding her! Clear?!”
After ending the call, he immediately sat down in his chair and slammed his expensive phone on the long table, his fist following shortly after, causing his board members to flinch in their seats.
“Everyone, get out!” he said calmly, but with a tone of authority. However, when he noticed that his words were ignored, his temper flared even more.
This is what he hated the most: having to repeat himself.
“I SAID, GET THE HELL OUT!” he shouted. His colleagues quickly stood up, hastily gathering their belongings, and scrambled to exit through the tinted glass door.
Once the office was empty, he desperately ran his hands over his face, trying to calm himself, but it was impossible after what his butler—who had been tasked to keep an eye on the woman he was obsessed with—had reported.
He picked up his phone and stared intently at the photo of the woman who had driven him crazy for so long.
“You can’t escape me, Eullah. You can’t escape me! If I have to pay everyone in this world just to find you, I will,” he whispered to himself.
He’s The Return Of The Amnesiac Husband
Adventure
"Congratulations on a successful surgery," Dr. Reyes said to me after our operation went smoothly.
I smiled.
"Thank you, Dr. Reyes. I couldn't have done it alone. The help and support of the whole team contributed to the success of the surgery. It's an honor to work with a professional like you," I said, exchanging words of appreciation with Dr. Reyes.
But a familiar figure approached us. "Cecilia, I have some news about your dad."
Dr. Reyes and I exchanged worried glances before I turned to Andrea. The fatigue I felt was replaced by concern when I saw Andrea's expression. "Cil... your father is in the emergency room."
My heart raced upon hearing the news.
I hurried to the emergency room, where I saw my mom waiting outside, clearly restless.
Her eyes reflected worry and fear, mirroring my own emotions. "Mom, what happened?" I asked.
"Your father collapsed suddenly, dear," her voice trembling. "The doctors are doing their best."
I frowned.
"How critical is the situation? What could be the reason behind Dad's collapse? Is there something you're not telling me?"
Mom sighed, clearly hesitating. "Cecilia, we've kept this from you, but our hospital is under threat. The Chrolex Corporation is targeting us, aiming to bring us down."
Upon hearing "Chrolex Corporation," I couldn't help but feel a chill. It was a familiar corporation I hadn’t heard about in a long time.
What are they planning to do to our hospital? What do they want?
"I've arranged a meeting with Mr. Vasquez, the CEO of Chrolex Corporation, and he insisted that you be the one to meet him," Mom added, looking at me as if she wanted to know something.
Mr. Vasquez?
I swallowed hard.
"Which Mr. Vasquez, Mom?" I asked.
Mom looked at me, her worry evident. "Cecilia, it's Mr. Nolan Vasquez."
I let out a deep breath, trying to calm myself. The name Mom mentioned was one I had tried so hard to forget.
"Tell me, Cecilia. Is there something going on between the two of you again? I'm not going to force you to meet him. But Cecilia..." Mom's voice trailed off.
I clenched my fists.
It had been seven years since he forced me to sign the divorce papers. I thought that was the end of our story, but why is it resurfacing now? What does he want?
Has he regained his memories?
With that thought, I couldn't help but tremble.
Nolan... Have your memories returned?
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Contract With The Devil: Love In Shackles
Gavin 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. Marrying The Rival: My Ex-Husband's Despair
Gavin 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. Stripper's Love: I Married My Ex's Uncle
G~Aden I'm a moaning mess as Antonio slams into me from behind. His hips hit me hard, and each deep thrust sends shockwaves through my body.
My breasts bounce with every movement, my eyes roll back, and I moan his name without control. The pleasure he gives me is overwhelming-I can't hold it in.
I feel my walls tighten around his thick length. The pressure builds fast, and then-
I explode around him, my orgasm tearing through me. He groans loud and deep as he releases inside me, his hot seed spilling into me in thick pulses.
Just when I think he's done, his grip shifts. He turns me over and lays me flat on the bed. His dark eyes stare into mine for a moment, filled with raw hunger. I glance down-
He's still hard.
Before I can react, he grabs my wrists, pins me down, and pushes himself inside me again. He fills me completely. My hips rise on instinct, meeting his rhythm. Our bodies move together, locked in a wild, uncontrollable dance.
"You're fucking sweet," he groans, his voice rough and breathless.
"I can't get enough of you... not after that night, Sol," he growls, slamming into me harder. The force of his words and his thrusts make my body shake.
"Come for me," he commands, his voice low and full of heat.
And just like that, my body trembles. Waves of pleasure crash over me. I cry out, shaking with the force of my orgasm.
"Mine," he growls again, louder this time. His voice is feral, wild, like a beast claiming what belongs to him. The sound sends a shiver down my spine.
***
Solene was betrayed, humiliated, and erased by Rowan Brook, the man she once called husband, Solene is left with nothing but her name and a burning hunger for revenge.
She turns to the one man powerful enough to destroy the Brooks family from within: Rowan's estranged and dangerous uncle, Antonio Rodriguez.
He's ruthless. A playboy who never sleeps with the same woman twice. But when Solene walks into his world, he doesn't just break the rules, he creates new ones just for her.
What begins as a calculated game quickly spirals into obsession, power plays, and secrets too deadly to stay buried. Because Solene isn't just anyone's ex... she's the woman they should've never underestimated.
Can she survive the price of revenge? Or will her heart become the next casualty?
And when the truth comes out, will Antonio still choose her... or destroy her?
The Devil Wants Me
Demi-Dean "Lovely, Cara," he whispers, licking and kissing my clit.
I'm twitching, shaking, back arched-
He reaches down and picks up the champagne bottle, pouring out the liquid on my body. I gasp at the sudden bubbling cold.
I try to wriggle away but he holds me down and sucks the champagne, licking me clean, making these filthy delighted noises as he does it.
"I couldn't help myself. You taste too good."
-
Fed up with her abusive husband, twenty-three-year-old Cara Hellington runs away from home and ends up in a notorious bar, destitute, sad, but relieved and free. When she gets into a verbal altercation with the snotty bartender over the ownership of her credit cards, an unlikely savior comes to her aid.
Eros Kazan Alfred.
He's tall, massive, rippling with muscles, and covered with dark tattoos.
Everything Cara is not used to.
Everything Cara is drawn to.
She should run towards the opposite direction, away from him. But she runs right onto his bed.
After a hot sizzling night together, Cara is comfortable and confident in him taking good care of her. But tensions are rising all around them, as significant figures from their past will stop at nothing to bring them both down.
Will they succumb under the wickedly twisted circumstances fate seems to be throwing at them? The Unwanted Bride Becomes The City's Queen
Gavin 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. He Chose The Mistress, Losing His True Queen
Gavin I was the Architect who built the digital fortress for the most feared Don in New York.
To the world, I was Brendan Wiggins’s silent, elegant Queen.
But then my burner phone buzzed under the dinner table.
It was a photo from his mistress: a positive pregnancy test.
"Your husband is celebrating right now," the caption read. "You are just the furniture."
I looked across the table at Brendan. He smiled and held my hand, lying to my face without blinking.
He thought he owned me because he saved my life ten years ago.
He told her I was just "functional." That I was a barren asset he kept around to look respectable, while she carried his legacy.
He thought I would accept the disrespect because I had nowhere else to go.
He was wrong.
I didn't want to divorce him—you don't divorce a Don.
And I didn't want to kill him. That was too easy.
I wanted to erase him.
I liquidated fifty million dollars from the offshore accounts only I could access. I destroyed the servers I had built.
Then, I contacted a black-market chemist for a procedure called "Tabula Rasa."
It doesn't kill the body. It wipes the mind clean. A total hard reset of the soul.
On his birthday, while he was out celebrating his bastard son, I drank the vial.
When he finally came home to find the empty house and the melted wedding ring, he realized the truth.
He could burn the world down looking for me, but he would never find his wife.
Because the woman who loved him no longer existed. The Waitress Is Actually The Mafia Queen
Gavin I spent a year scrubbing floors in my fiancé’s club, hiding my identity as the daughter of the Capo dei Capi.
I needed to know if Connor Bishop was a King worth merging empires with, or just a puppet.
The answer came walking in wearing a neon pink dress.
Jaden Juarez, a civilian he was infatuated with, didn't just treat me like a servant; she deliberately poured scalding espresso over my hand because I refused to be her valet.
The pain was blinding, my skin blistering instantly.
I video-called Connor, showing him the burn, expecting him to enforce the code of our world.
Instead, seeing his investors watching, he panicked.
He chose to sacrifice me to save face.
"Get on your knees," he roared through the speaker. "Beg her pardon. Show her the respect she deserves."
He wanted the daughter of the most dangerous man on the East Coast to kneel to his mistress.
He thought he was showing strength.
He didn't realize he was looking at a woman who could burn his entire world to ash with a single phone call.
I didn't cry. I didn't beg.
I simply hung up the phone and locked the kitchen doors.
Then, I dialed the one number everyone in the underworld feared.
"Dad," I said, my voice cold as steel. "Code Black. Bring the papers."
"And send the wolves." He Saved Her, I Lost Our Child
Gavin For three years, I kept a secret ledger of my husband's sins.
A point system to decide exactly when I would leave Blake Santos, the ruthless Underboss of Chicago.
I thought the final straw would be him forgetting our anniversary dinner to comfort his "childhood friend," Ariana.
I was wrong.
The real breaking point came when the restaurant ceiling collapsed.
In that split second, Blake didn't look at me. He dove to his right, shielding Ariana with his body, leaving me to be crushed under a half-ton crystal chandelier.
I woke up in a sterile hospital room with a shattered leg and a hollow womb.
The doctor, trembling and pale, told me my eight-week-old fetus hadn't survived the trauma and blood loss.
"We tried to get the O-negative reserves," he stammered, refusing to meet my eyes. "But Dr. Santos ordered us to hold them. He said Miss Whitfield might go into shock from her injuries."
"What injuries?" I whispered.
"A laceration on her finger," the doctor admitted. "And anxiety."
He let our unborn child die to save the blood reserves for his mistress’s paper cut.
Blake finally walked into my room hours later, smelling of Ariana’s perfume, expecting me to be the dutiful, silent wife who understood his "duty."
Instead, I picked up my pen and wrote the final entry in my black leather book.
*Minus five points. He killed our child.*
*Total Score: Zero.*
I didn't scream. I didn't cry.
I just signed the divorce papers, called my extraction team, and vanished into the rain before he could turn around. Jilted Pet Becomes The Mafia Queen
Gavin When I was eight, Dante Moretti pulled me from the fire that killed my family. For ten years, the powerful crime boss was my protector and my god.
Then, he announced his engagement to another woman to unite two criminal empires.
He brought her home and named her the future mistress of the Moretti family.
In front of everyone, his fiancée forced a cheap metal collar around my neck, calling me their pet.
Dante knew I was allergic. He just watched, his eyes cold, and ordered me to take it.
That night, I listened through the walls as he took her to his bed.
I finally understood the promise he’d made me as a child was a lie. I wasn't his family. I was his property.
After a decade of devotion, my love for him finally turned to ash.
So on his birthday, the day he celebrated his new future, I walked out of his gilded cage for good.
A private jet was waiting to take me to my real father—his greatest enemy. Discarded Heiress: Reborn from Mafia Prison
Gavin Seven years ago, my fiancé, Don Dante Moretti, sent me to prison to take the fall for my adopted sister, Chiara. He called it a gift—a way to protect me from a worse fate.
Today, he picked me up from prison only to abandon me at my family's estate. His reason? Chiara was having another one of her "episodes."
My parents then informed me I'd be staying in the third-floor storage room, so as not to disturb the fragile girl who stole my life.
They celebrated her "recovery" with a lavish dinner party, while I was treated like a ghost. When I refused to join, my mother hissed that I was ungrateful, and my father called me jealous.
They assumed I couldn't understand their venomous whispers. But prison was my university. I learned Spanish. I understood every word.
It was then I realized I wasn't just a sacrifice; I was disposable. The love I once felt for all of them had turned to ash.
That night, in the dusty storage room, I logged onto an encrypted channel I'd set up years ago. A single message was waiting: "The offer stands. Do you accept?" My hands, scarred and steady, typed back, "I accept."